Being the pathfinder...

The last thing a person can think of is killing his dream with his own hand. But in today’s world that’s the first thing we are told to do. Living the dream, the best of the best thing a human being could ever wish.

When you are a dad, when you are the first man of your son, when you are the first human being who is going to hold your hand of your own creation, you have a lot more to do than just financially supporting him. Truly speaking that’s the least and worst thing you can imagine to do. The mighty heart which is just ready to bloom waits for the light and water in his life, being the pathfinder of his life you have the key to give to your kid, that may be only your responsibility, or only love, or lots of love covering a huge sense of responsibility, that’s your choice. Being a good person doesn’t make you the hero to your kid’s eyes, the real hero is that person who is the leader of his mind, how can a kid know what is “Father” until he understands how to be a father, so you must not expect that respect of father from any child, you are the person responsible to earn it from your child, you are the god of his life, so play that mighty role very carefully...

When I cry I find you to hold my tears.
When I laugh You find me to hold my breath.

When I'm sad I find you to make me laugh.
When you are sad, You try to hold your tears.

Fear...

That was the first blow that kid faced.
The fear that struck his mind that day never gone out of it... the dreamy mind...
The dark clouds, dry leaves flying, crying of birds... better to say so...

Now, dropped... once, twice, many a time.
The sky, sometimes gets it's old dark color back,
              That scary thought comes again...
              When I'll be free of it Kid thinks.

That day wind came a bit softly, sun was up in the sky.
But they were dry. Any ways that was new for the Kid... Again the kid fell in love.
That dry love...
Sucked each and every drop of  sensuality it had.


Something, some one, some.....
That day came...
The Kid was still there, dry, steady, but still not strong.
                      
                                                         Drenched in love,
                                                                The dark sky never arrives,
                                                                       The dark sky arrives... with life, with out fear.
                                                         Kid is in love, for the first time unknowingly...
                                                         Just the fear of loosing it...
                                                         Whenever it arrives... that someone blows the love wind in the Kid...
                                                         The loosing of fear... Its Lost.
            

Hide and Seek

O here you are...
There?
Where?
That's where I thought you were in.
Just on my shoulder.
No you are not.
Is that you giving me a head massage?
- Oh no again you are not there.
Hmm Now I got you pressing my chest, pushing me back to the wall,
Holding my hair in your palm.
Oh! The smell... thats what the breeze is carrying with, Isn't it your skin?
Then ... Oh I was mistaken, just missed you on my lips, where were you?
This isn't you again?
                                Where are you sweet heart?
                                Dreaming? Am I?

Tear never fills Desert

I lost you in my dreams.

                                    I'm playing with you in my lawn.

                                    You are four I'm half more.

I lost you in my dreams.

                                    Your bags are heavy, so as mine.

                                     Do I care about the weight?

                                                              Or just the smile.

I lost you in my dreams

                                    The day beside the country, the logs we cut, the fire we lit, the field we ran...

                                     Fuzzy, you are getting again...

I am loosing you in my dreams

                                    The hand we hold, lips we kissed,

                                           letters we read, rides we took...

                                                 Why you are there?

I lost you in my dream... only my dream, have you?

                                                                             Don't cry.... 

Hate me? Love?

Even when you hate me... I see your smile

Even when you cuss me... I see your heart cry

Here you cried, I see the drops-

                       Seems like the sea never ever to stop throwing the vapor to the thin moody air..

I try to see the light even when you are under the blanket of sadness,

I find the light for you to see the aura.

  I tell the vapor to make the queue, so that they can drench in soothing ray 

                                 So that they can show you my heart,

                                     So that you can see the rainbow

                                          The color of my heart.... Even if you hate me...