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Thursday, 19 April 2012

sometimes.....


sometimes a few drops fall,
some of toil some of tear.
glitering eyes seized upwards,
and yet the sky is all clear.

sometimes the time is running,
and to speak people dont dare,
they'd just keep distance,
and wait for a stare.

sometimes the game is on,
the efforts going high.
and yet no sign of desired result,
until a tiring sigh.

sometimes are perhaps a test,
a test of perseverance,
and hope is the answer 
that keeps you going.




-vrajesh patel

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

I Wish I Was Child Again


when I was innocent as a dove,
and danced in showers of love.
I knew nothing called as pain,
I wish I was child again.

Speaking broken words so sweet,
which for mom to hear were treat.
protected from darkened storms and rain,
I wish I was child again.

Being called with loving names,
addicted to small toys and games.
making paper boats and planes,
I wish I was child again.

Away from all hustle and bustle,
away from tension to wrestle.
with every bit of maturity I attain,
I wish I was child again.




-Vrajesh.Patel

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Outside My Window


Outside my window,
I once saw a tree. 
beneath which we lay,
with joy and glee.

Outside my window,
there once was a garden.
blooming into life everyday,
with sunflowers so golden.

Outside my window,
I once saw a busy street.
filled with bargaining vendors,
and hustling feet.

Outside my window,
I once felt morning dew.
cold droplets resembling pearls,
making me relish the coffee I brew.






-Vrajesh Patel

Monday, 9 April 2012

Tis Us Against The Sea


I feel the goosebumps in my body,
As cold breeze run all over me.
and every inch I come near thee,
tis just us against the sea.

Despite the city shining with gleaming lights,
upon which wander lonely flights.
I still get lost into your glee,
tis just us against the sea.

The moonlit deck where we lay upon,
in darkest hour listening to ocean song,
with oceans solitude and serenity,
tis just us against the sea.

looking into each others eyes so deep,
and yet not expecting any reap.
still something connects you and me,
tis just us against the sea.



-Vrajesh Patel