* FRAGRANCE *

My new poem:

* FRAGRANCE * 

When roses are red, all turn back

When it blacks, all turn away

Is it red that attracts?

or is fragrance that attracts?

A rose is a rose, red or ugly

The attraction is not the body

The soul that lies beneath,

The soul that differntiates death.

Fragrance is all felt with body,

long forgot it should be felt with soul.

Fragrance is not temporal,

it is the way to salvation.

Lonely me

Lonely me for some years now,
the best i have made out of myself,
the best of my friend i have become,
the best i am now more than ever.

Lonely me for some years now,
more the friends i have earned,
more the thoughts i have chewed,
more have i improved.

Lonely me for some years now,
i am seperated in love,
i am deeply wound at times,
i am worst hurt most the times.

Lonely me for some time now,
but i keep on searching for something,
someone,
somebody,
all the times.

Love for nature keeps me going,
Love for loved ones makes me live,
Love for all makes me cheerful,
Love for someone special. . . . . .

Let me be lonely once again,
Let me get lost in the loneliness once again.

In the night

In the night when sleep dont come,
In the night when memories parade,
In the night when the air stops flowing,
In the night when no one knows each other,
In the night when everyone becomes lazy,
In the night when the dogs bark,
In the night when the moon is at its full height,
I am lonely thinking of the night.

The night has fallen asleep,
The night has started snoring,
The night has broken the sounds,
All that is left alone is the night and me.

Special gift - preserve it

The world is with so many differences,
but it is still an unique place.
The god is represented as many,
but it is still one god that rules.

The men are so different with each other,
but he is still a unique being.
The animals are breathtakingly different and numerous,
but still they live in a single place.

The cultures are so varied,
but still all preach good worthiness.
The religions are far more deep rooted,
but still each one of them have different ways.

The situations may be same,
but people react differently.
The life is so precious,
but people may not value it much.

Life is a gift; you have to accept it,
but it is no simple special gift; it is life.

The above poem recites the importance of preserving the special gift called life. Though it does not narrate the good things or bad things about life, it takes a different route of telling that even for similar things differences exist; thereby promoting faith for living. Through this narration of differences it is also meant that you may think life is useless, but it is actually precious, invaluable and very special gift from Lord.