And why do i write ??..

Alone am I, even on friday
its the same on weekend, same as weekday
I think , but a lot , the words a many
I dont want for them , even a penny
The aloneness in me, triggers me to start
a dim light glowing, and the space and time apart
Music, parties and dance ,ain't my cup of tea
I admire those who go, coz they all are free
so, sitting on my table , typing the lines fast
I dont think there are words, that would ever be my last
writing for me , has now become a passion
like the singing for the birds, like a model's penchant for fashion
There is always a message , understood to be conveyed
A Sequence of happenings, in the memory that stayed

I promise these words are mine, not any else
this poem is yet to finish, but the night wants some rest .

Love Infinitely !!!

He carressed his hands, through her hair .
Her cheeks had the blush if his love and care.

He held her hand and kissed her lips
She stood in his awe and lost her grips

The touch that tender, the kiss that slight
that jump that high, with the wings of a flight

His look that lit up fire in her soul
The warmth of that moment,flew with tears from her eyes

She accepted it with grace and beauty and wonder
Thier relationship struck like a cloud filled with thunder

Love of this kind, only found in dreams
All venom in this world, could not poison this stream

Hope this stream would fill the ocean ,
A REASON TO EXIST FOR LOVE WITHOUT A SEASON .

Rhyme and Reason about Jason Bourne( For Bourne movie fans)

he woke up in the dark, he just could not remember
he walked a million miles, memories he could not gather
He had no idea of people, whom he loved
assassin was the name, with which he was dubbed
he moved away from the horrors , to live a new life
he and his girlfriend, would settle without any strife
they came for him, took her away
a matter he had'nt had any say
he came back to the very shadows that haunted him
with a quest to find out, what started this
he came across many who blocked his path
but none could just stop him in such wrath
he travelled from goa to naples to berlin
chances of his survival were always thin
he remembered a lot, his memory slowly back
the murders he committed,loaded up on his stack
he escaped the polize, he apologized to the victims
he knew he could not take back any of his sins
he disappeared for some time, then came home again
he knew what it was, that kept him awake
he went and confronted people responsible
for them, him alive was just not possible
he exposed the conspiracy with pamela landy
together , they broke down CIA's normandy .
he disappeared again, never to be found
still his life was'nt safe and sound

Purpose of Life - Meaningfullness of life

The questions that you have are many

The answers far too less

This Life is meaningful or not,

i don't know, i confess

i wonder sometimes though,

if its that worthwhile

thinking about something,

that may either last a whole

or end in a little while

Blessed are we or not, its often hard to know

Take this life as a blessing and let everything else go

Searching through days,thinking through nights ,

trials through barricades,with a vision black and white

Feeling too unsecure,more darkness than lights

Fighting through all odds, surviving your struggle

going through all the grinds, doing things juggled,

Life proves to a journey, sometimes hit , sometimes miss

Whenever you follow your heart, there is always a certain risk .

Hidden may be the meanings,of the actions that we take,

for nothing in this life , has been just for the namesake .

You may wait for your purpose, you may hang around ,

but your actions may fulfill them, without even making a sound .

You may wander about this purpose, as things are still unknown

that hazy vision out of reach, with nothing clearly shown

The purpose may not be one, they may be many ,

Greatness can be achieved, but not in a hurry

Let give actions to your thoughts, leave destiny decide the truth

Let Time bide itself,and you will see your roots.

Give water to this root, plant to it a tree

and then from all shackles, will you be breaking free...

Thinking about it too much, will put mind out of control

To me ,the world is an illusion, of this eye-ly hole

Life is not just a science, its a mystery of a creation

There may be no answers, for the all and only questions.

Your poem relates to many, maybe an every of all

but who is it that can answer this very order tall !!

Answering of these questions may be your only goal ,

(BUT)Where you may find solitude, is thy very soul

ONLY HOPE !!

Times of Trouble never new, Worries that inspire them are heavy, but few

Hope fades such times like the sun in winter, nerves trembling of the prey in front of hunter 

gloom settles itself in the darkest night, now is the time to not give up the fight

Tests are made to seperate the weak from the strong, failing them still never meant any wrong 

Life goes on ,despite failure or success, Never rest on your laurels, neither take much stress. 

Everything that happens,happens for a reason.There is always a time for every season . 

So Never let darkness conquer, and extinguish that dim-lit hope. 

Never let it slide you down on that hopeless slope . 

Time will always be consumed , for everything to be understood 

realize that there is God somewhere, at the end of every root.