Have you seen it?

Once a bird sat on the tree

and sang joyful songs for me.

above the bench where i used to sit 

have you seen it?

besides the riverside full of stones

where i played game of thrones

where we ate snacks and biscuit

have you seen it?

seeing moonlit hilltops and starry nights

in the breeze those flying kites

patches of grass spreading without limit

have you seen it?

listening to folk stories by granny

making scarecrows that looked so funny

oh how much I miss it!

tell me have you really seen it

Carnival of blood and blame

The cadevar of a son ,

is lying beneath the sun.

streets washed with blood again

the bullets falling instead of rain

some were burnt and some fell in sea,

many were exterminated while pleeing for mercy.

people hovering in the cities with pain,

yet all their prayers going in vain.

who did it was becoming essential,

and yet culprit was having only trials.

when the people cried over this bane,

then started the carnival of blood and blame. 

so what if...

so what if the sun goes down,

the moon will rise with its silver crown.

so what if the world goes dark,

the fireflies will light the city's park.

so what if a storm comes running,

listen to the animals signals so cunning.

so what if the life betrays you,

sow the seeds of happiness and enlight a few.

so what if you found no love,

just cherish the life and feed the dove.

so what if your feet goes cold,

warm your heart with memories of old.

so what if the silence disturbs you within,

scream to your lungs and stop hearing.

so what if you breath your last breath,

have gratitude to God to save me from any wrath.

Lonely Love

Something itches me really,

and it stings rather slowly.

May be its the warmer climate,

may be I'm a smarter primape,

may be it's the beer I'm drinking,

Or may be I've start overthinking.

may be it's the world I live in,

or may be I've let the fear sink in.

I might be feeling lonely,

or might be loving you solely.

And now as I walk on this lonely road,

that goes on endlessly.

I still find you besides me,

waiting for my stare hopelessly.

being ignorant I couldn't admit,

that I loved you .

and those lonely string hurt me,

 when I pluck it.

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

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

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

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