Fragrance of the flower...

Its raining..
Its raining today..
a few drops on my face
as I look above in the sky
a few drops on he clothes i wear
a few on my palm
a few drops on the grass
a few on the flower beside
i notice a fragrance
the Fragrance of the flower
few drops from somewhere in the air
a few drops lying everywhere
its just starting to rain; I remember
the earth just awaits for a thunder
flower blossoms like never before
A death. the rain brings today for the flower
but afraid its not..just blossoming at its best
and fragrance such..............
neither is the grass...nor the dust.....
then why do i fear......
why do i fear....

the heart cries
and eyes shine
and though lips say i don't care
the heart still does
it cares and it cares a lot
but still it feels, I m not the one
who could help
how would i help
when i need help the most
I m so done with you
I cant take it, anymore
the pain, the agony, and all that
that comes along.. being with you
the heart cries ; it screams
and it screams out loud
the doubt and the doubter
in waters it is going, deep down
slow and swift
to the midst of the ocean
wherefrom silence rises
and a real quest roarrs out
not words will help
just the silence is enough
finding on its own, the way
nothing else around
just the poet
and its silence

Being Alive...

I laugh, I laugh, i laugh
I laugh when I see
Man who is already lost
Trying to find a way
For a place he doesn’t know

That exists or not
But ready he is to sacrifice his life
To learn what is unlearnt
From books, masters, and what not
Trusting he is, to this and that

And everything else
But not himself
The complex mind he has
And learning all it got

To find a way simple
Closer to him
But closing himself
To dead feelings and expressions
Of others, dead and alive

But …
Al is vain
All is wasted
Till he is full
With all that is known
And all that are answers..

Learning is for one
who doesn’t know yet
still empty
just thirst..
in search..
something to quench

Not to teach
Not to tell..
All that is knowledge
All that is experienced

But to know
Not gather
But just be
When you cannot
It happens
Just happens

In silence and symphony
When the grass is more than just
Green and sky more than just blue
More than beautiful and ugly
And other words I can think of

When
books cannot..
teachings cannot..
memories cannot..
just, something can

that something
cannot be spelt
cannot be touched
just known

the thirsty you become
the more it comes
like honey droppings..
claim it, and it cannot

sweet it is..
sour sometimes..
you don’t care..
you are thirsty

once tasted
and you are gone
cannot be helped nor damned
the journey has begun..
slowly and steady
deeper and deeper
then life is
Being alive