Tread along

Brought to be myself

How can I but forget

That I am a part of you

He made me for you

From you, after you

If I were a touch of that

Which lies above us

Of that heaven, my lord

You are the whole

I, a part with your soul

As my existence grows

Blissfully with each breathe

Of yours,on your way i tread

I came to be I from an i

With each step that I take

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All that i have

A wave of laughter

And some more

Added on thereafter

Somewhere went in

To make my day

A sweet summer day

A wave of music

Some that we adore

Some created before

Holding life within

To make this moment

A moment well spent

A wave of humour

Those that i gather

From ur lips into my ear

Pleasing my demure twin

To make our togetherness

A sweet sojourn

A wave of pleasure

Which makes itself better

Within me.. in there

When you do begin

To make my self

Slowly come to life

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The Gift

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

Coz that made me see the man

With innocence of being, what

I was

I saw you, liked you, admired

You for very different reasons

Than what would have, if then 

Was now

I did not know what life meant

But knew that it brings in gifts

Some to do away and some to

Cherish

And still some to cherish within

And let them go their ways till

They find time to come back to

You

You have been of such a kind 

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

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"Love You"

It was said so simply

Just took more than a word

And less than a minute

And they said "love's in air"

In air it was..Yes and also

In every little fragrance

That was mine, chanting the rhymes

Of your love and living upon it.

Love you, you said so

Sans knowing that 

Loved you were,then and always

Making me relive moments eternal.

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Metamorphosis

I have metamorphosed to me
Dont know how.. dont know when
Searching for light everyday at the dawn
It just happened
The things that were haunting my heart

Haunting my mind...Are gone
Gone like the western wind

The past as they say has passed
Taking with it the old individual of me
The one who was so happy
The one who was so blind

...that it cudnt know

The mirage it was following
Where every smile was only faith
The reality was far worse underneath

Ignorant i was, in the realm of illusion
When the dark had consumed my shadow
Even the mirror had conspired

To show a distorted picture
I had only craved for sanity
While the insanity was too secure
And my all hopes had vanished

Beyond every persuasion

Must my subconscious has got this realised
That time has brought this present
I woke up to see the light now
That redefines my shadow
Here i can hear my echo

That no longer reverberates unanswered
Here i look at my image
Yes i have metamorphosed.

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Leaps and Falls

It's always been like this
You have been with me
In acts of rectitude
Or those of transgression
You never left me behind,
Your erring friend...
Nah i cant call me the master
Coz you are no slave
For me you are never
Just an alternative
We had our leaps
And we had our falls
We had our afterclaps
And also had some dulls
But when we defied the times
And did our deed
What i lacked i found then
With you, that speed
Balance and direction
Were close affiliates
Coming out of the union
Of the man and the machine

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On keeping a journal

Its long since i have left writing regularly.But in days when i used to do that, i was quite abstract in my writings.That makes me feel better when i glance back at what i have written. After so many years when the events dont carry significance anymore, the emotions still sound fresh. Somebody once asked me why do you write. Do you write to keep a record of your life? Who will read these once you are gone? Or do you think that somebody will? I felt that it is too improbable a thought. I find no point in writing to record. Something that you are never certain of. Its better to write for oneself.....as a kind of therapy.Writing can be self exploratory. It makes you understand yourself. Providing a kind of satisfaction to the one who is writing...