A Mourning in my eyes

Infinite as the sea I’ll be,
Indefinite as the rainbow dreams,
Another day I’ll rise, today I fall,
I’ll trickle down your eyes!
Like a dewdrop on the wall…

You’ll find in my spaces,
A world of unborn streams,
Nimble, swaying, a cotton ball,
I’ll live; I’ll die in your eyes,
Like a dewdrop on the wall..

Again in time you’ll search,
My touches, my praising prims,
Mayb you’ll fail, maybe you shall,
Find me, melting into your eyes,
Like a dewdrop on the wall..

The Last Note

He was always like that. Melancholy sort. We knew it, every single student of our school knew it, every single teacher knew it and even the sweepers and the peons knew it that the day you saw the ghost of a smile on Sridhar Sir’s face, there has been some sort of confusion over the sun’s rising from the east. And it can be very well said that if he seldom (or better: almost never) smiled, he never grinned. But then it was well known to (again) everyone that his foremost 2 teeth were missing; something very noticeable in his small face which didn’t have much to place eyes on except his (improportionally) large head and in it his missing 2 teeth. It was very delightful to us 6th standard to fantasize him losing them to some honestly rational and good guy, for almost all of us had at least once in our career in the school thought of being the reason of another 2 missing teeth, thanks to his boring play of music while we tried to sing like Lata Mangeshkar (anyone wants to sing like her, be it a girl or not!).
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When Stones Collide

My dreams shall wither away with me,
But my songs will always truest be…

Beyond the mountains of your grief,
You may wait, and wait till time endless,
But time won’t cross me that one reef,
Where I stand, seeking the corals of your happiness.

In the swarthing seas of life you’ll swim,
I’ll wake to the deluge of your depart,
Dare sends grave winds The Mighty Whim,
The winds shall break against my heart.

Time will know, through time we’ll ride,
Your smiles..your scowls, your tunes…your howls,
I’ll meet you there then, life’s beautiful bride,
A song we’ll sing, when two stones collide…