DISCOVERY

DISCOVERY

Not far ago not far away,

There was a girl, little and gay,

She had a dream and ideas so rare,

Her folks were there, smiles and care.

And she was growing secure n sound,

In a place which was cozy n brown,

Her world was so full of her,

And a tinge of innocence in her eyes.

Those eyes which grandma loved,

And the sparkle that for ever glow,

But time is so beautiful and never still,

She had to move as its time to be in real.

And she tried places where she wanted to be,

Where her dreams can see a light n the day,

But her theories were unheard by people there,

And she was left lonely and scared.

She went to a place she never imagined,

She met people she could never think of,

No fauna and flora she ever dreamt of,

But still those eyes held that glory.

She reincarnated her fragile thoughts,

To make them suit to what people care,

She did things which were applauded,

She was not at all herself then.

And she was not scared anymore,

But solitude was her mentor now,

She feared betraying her true dreams,

For the sake of smiles so fake.

And yet, she allowed the wind to blow her,

And allowed those flowers she loved to fall,

She saw the change which she accepted,

Saw them with her eyes not so bright.

She turned to her mentor more often now,

And that dark silence hugs her in sleep,

And she dreams in black and white,

She thought maybe she is colorblind.

And then one fine sunny day,

She witnessed a butterfly from a cocoon,

And she was aghast as she realized,

How a struggle bears great colours.

And she knew then, it is her decided struggle,

And no red blue and green will be there, until,

She nutures what she sees, and bare what pains,

To get the light she once brimmed with,

And hold on and yet move with time,

To the destiny she always planned,

People had to be convinced,

Its time for them to change, not her,

And one day when she will reach her place,

A poetry will be there to let the people know.

Keshie singh

(22-12-2007)

TO MY NATION

Blessings to my nation,
Compared to my soul within,
As majestic as a tigress,
And as huge as her daunting self.

The fined look and set eyes,
Are showers and cascades of wealth,
As shiny as white gold and,
As warm as the soft winter sun.

The warmth, which never hurts,
But instill in you love and fear,
Love, which it showers on you?
And fear of doing nothing wrong.

The roaring as powerful as a tempest,
Sounds like the voice of unity,
Threatening, yes it is, for intruders,
But song, a message for cub’s safety.

The teeth as sharp as sword,
Is as sharp as the words,
Which are true, the words,
As sublime as dew rising above turquoise hue.

Truth of words and deeds,
Are pierced into the flesh of sinners,
The blood tasted are devoured,
Proclaims the power of the tigress.

The fur, which provides warmth,
Is the warmth of coal in a hut,
No riches than escapes us,
And no pearl slips through our hands.

The pearls of toil adorns our forehead,
And we grow treasure on its fields,
The shine of golden colored fur,
Is the shine of golden dusk.

The powerful limbs is like,
The power of mind,
The power through which are nation shines,
Like star shines on the sea.

The sea of music and melody,
Is intoxicating smell of florets,
The dulcets we sing are notes of power,
The power our nation possesses.

:-keshie

TIME

As I leave my delible Impressions,
On indelible time,
I realize the glory of those great times,
Every action of mine is no instinct,
Every word spoken is no oracle’s dream,
The moment when one great mind thought,
Thought of abstract ideas like great wall,
Or the strength of a soldier,
In a battlefield,
Or the courage of a common,
To speak uncommon verses,
Are flags of unspoken instinct?
The nerves that weigh us low,
Elevated them to golden moments,
Secured and printed in sand of time,
On a desert where I have lost myself,
Lost to find these golden mirages,
The light of which will show me, my path,
The path I will travel to leave some marks,
For others to follow.

-keshie

THE HORSE STORY

The green fields and the blue sky,
Smell of hay and gallops and runs,
The sweet air I breathe,
And stories my mother told,
About masters she met,
And friends she made and love,
Were the young days I spent,
To make me strong and bold.

Awaiting the arrival of the day,
When I will be taught to carry,
My masters and their mistress,
Taught me the patience I need,
And one day the ironsmith came,
And those shoes of iron,
Black tough and gray,
Was nailed into my soft flesh,
I limped then ran and galloped,
Higher and higher in air.

The stable was the place I spent my days,
But one day I was taken to an open field,
Saddled I was with a hard seat,
And a leather rope cutting my lips,
And a leather on one side of my both eyes,
And my master with light strokes,
Lighting and guiding my path.
I was taught to control the joy,
And mask the murk of sadness,
And taught to behave like a man,
Strong bold and gentle.

And smoothly but steadily,
I carried the madames on my back,
How gentle was their hold,
And how light, like feather were they.
But for harder days my creation was,
And soon I was bought or sold,
The pain of the heavy carriage I drag,
Doubled the pain of my mother’s separation,
And I kicked and ran in wilderness,
And ran my way through races I won.

Men spent their money and gained,
And women loved my gait,
The master I was serving then,
Loved and gambled me in every race.
And “goldfinder” was the name I had,
And how I sailed against the time,
People believed that I would never get old.
But age have their ways, they always had.
And farming was I have to do, all day long.
Sweat and labour then made me tired,
And I was left in forest to fend and search,
Search for unanswered curiosity,
Was I born to be a man, or a horse?



11 jan 2005
keshie

TEACHERS

YOUR GUIDANCE VALUABLE AND PRECIOUS,
UNDER WHICH OUR MIND GROWS.
YOUR VALUES AND TALKS PROMPTS,
TO SURPASS ALL DOUBTS,OF ALL SORTS.

WE ARE THE BREAKERS,AND WAVE PLUGGERS,
BUT YOU ARE THE OCEAN,AND OUR DREAMERS,
WHEN WE WORK YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE,
WHEN YOU WORK THE GOALS ARE SURE,TO ACHIEVE

DAYS DIM AND NIGHT ENGULFS,
BUT WHEN WE FOLLOW YOU,
DAYS BRIGHT AND NIGHT FASCINATES,
AND NO CRIPLE IN OUR PATH,IRRITATES.

HISTORY,GEOGRAPHY,SCIENCE AND MATHS,
MUST HAVE TAKEN OUR BETTER PARTS,
WITHOUT YOUR LECTURES AND NOTES,
WE WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN A CHILD TO BOAST FOR.

EMOTIONS AND OUTLOOK ,
NEVER SO WIDE’
WITHOUT YOUR STEPS,
THE WORLD WOULD HAVE’
NEVER SO BRIGHT,
AT LAST I CONCLUDE,
YOUR ASSIGNMENTS THOUGH ELUDE,
BUT WITHOUT THEM ,
WE WOULD HAVE BEEN TODDLERS,
WITH NO LANGUAGE TO EXPPESS’
BUT TO REGRET……

SWAN SONG

It is true that I am feeling bad,
But the heart breaking experience which I had,
Forces me to go away and never return,
For fire in place of love had my soul burnt,
And as I decides to uproot the envy,
The thorns once close to me pierce my ivy,
And roses melt into my own blood,
And my heart drowns in my tears those floods,
Last days of my pain is a boon or a bane,
But I am going away and that is for sure,
And I will not come back with a soul, which is pure,
So wish me for the guilt and regret I suffer not,
Or else I came on a cradle and will departure-,
On the death ‘s cot!

Keshie(29th oct. 2004)

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS 2002!

Sumptuous flowers and leafy garlands,
Last year my life was all about,
But , this year again there’s new resolutions,
To which I am sworn and bound.

New friends and promises to keep,
With hand stretched, but never in need.
Aroma of love and endless care,
In soul and mind and everywhere

To bring warmth to caressed heart,
And tender touch to flinted soul,
Not to be a saint or stoic or sage,
But ,a human being of course.

This year I hope to keep,
Oaths and promises undone,
With clear mind and saturated soul,
I am keen to walk once again
Road of casualty with life”’s sense !

STEPPING STONES

So Careful Were When You,
How Could The Blunder Be Made?
Is It Because Of You,
That Your Hand Work Is Not Paid.


High And Soaring Waves Of Thought,
Born In Soul, Brain And Heart.
Big Dreams And Desires To Be Sought,
Riding ,Not In A Bullet But A Cart.


Thrive On Fame Success And Pleasure,
Is Not Real But A Shadowy Bliss,
Be Real And Acclaim Your Treasure,
With Work , To Get Well Deserved Kiss.


Unkept Knots And Empty Words,
Is Like Rattling ,Grotesque Doors
Pining And Hurting Your Heart Like Swords.
And Pouring Red Liquid From Sores.


Chances And Yours Nuances Are There,
You Ought To Learn And Improve,
Work, Try And Never Lose Hope,
So That Any Day You May Prove.

07-07-02

When beauty marooned on a canvas,
When fortune wheel reaches its zenith,
When Jove’s redness indicates luck,
When distant stars favors treasure hunt,
When gold, frankincense, myrrh exchanged,
When angel sings and heaven sways,
When sleeping beauty attracts a beast
When a woman brings life on earth
When God enters through secret door,
Is the time when man bears a human heart!

:-Keshie

PLEASURE

My life has been pursuit of pleasure,
But, I am not complaining.
I am the master of woridly treasure,
But I am not happy while leaving.

What made me to bartar my joy ,
I have no answer, but perplex,
My heart aches and mind sways,
But I have no balm no ointment.

My life was a sin,
A path to devil ‘s abode,
The air I breathe was narcotics,
And food I gobble was poison.

My day began with shine of gold,
Noon was spent in gambling,
The moon I never admired ,
Than my diamonds and silver.

At the end of my day,
I wanted something else!
I realize when I am dying,
As no one is at my side!
:-keshie

OUR FUTURE?

When two worlds merge in one,
Proxy wars are sound of day,
Failed motto of love all and hate none,
Voices like tumbling soul of humanity.

Today is the world of cyber patchwork,
But is it so that lives are hanged,
No instant messenger to advertise peace,
And hark the practice of frozen murders.

No life is haven of love and care,
Sun is masked with sheets of dark,
Pointed edge darts the cupid’s eye,
Flow of joy metamorphosed to icy murk.

Humans are marooned to distant desert,
And oasis of milk quenched by wet nurse,
No quail to be served, no manna dropped,
At the end point of death, no twig is found.

Only we have the power to make other live,
But douceur of devil had gulped our dove.
Let no fascism rule our cradle and coffin,
So once again find a neutral venue of love.
-keshie singh

MY UNDONE QUEST

Where goes the velvet feet of darkness,
When land lights with beauty of sight.
Does blowing wind reaches the other side of sea,
And feel someone dreaming in solitude like me.

His grace is seen or His grace is felt,
Like whispering leaves with words of pine.
Can any poet paint His silence with words,
When his presence seen is so reverence.

Is he the fated man of men,
Who overhears anybody’s whispering soul.
How is it to be a bird and fly,
With no restrictions so unnatural, unreal

Has the moon pays for the light it borrows,
Do we tax ourselves for air we breathe,
Do I ever light the candle of divine wisdom,
And extinguish the desire of my undone quest.

MY UNANSWERED PRAYERS

I felt a rose bleeding red,
A thorn bush at its zenith,
Why so painful is cry and tears,
In my lonesome , meaningless solitude,
Through my unanswered prayers.

Last morning I woke and found,
The black night was still there,
Insane deaths were at the door,
Knocking into devil’s den,
Into my life of peace and pride.

My last love marooned away,
Where my lifeless soul cannot venture,
My rotten boat still sailing away,
With no destination to reach,
But then to sail away from my—
Formative years.

LOVE SONG

I love him and love him more than my life,
But is it right to express when love speaks through eyes,
I wanted to tell him that he is the one in my heart,
Love is no cancer, but it is silent injury that hurts
If only he believe what I believe,
If only he sees what I behold,
If only he dreams what I dreamt,
If only he loves me and is able to express.

Warriors and knights find their spirits low in dungeon,
They feel thorns to say, they who fought devils and dragons.
Love is no flood or drought nor its hunger or thirst.
I thought of oceans of words to say,
But when he was near,
I snail to find a drop of word to express
Pink papers and red ink can be my twig to love,
Flowers and cards can be my manna to live.
All is well that ends well, and end seems disaster,
But is it only on my shoulders to sing the ode of love.

With this lost strength I lay my heart for his arrival,
The foggy and cirrus of existence depends on his survival.
He came, and room lit with aroma and joy,
He took my hands in his,
And deliver much-awaited cure of life.
“If only you believe what I believe,
If only you see what I behold,
If only you dreamt what I dreamt,
If only you can love me, like I love you.”
The very moment the burden on my heart vanished,
My spirits were jovial and song was like Perry,
I wonder it took us so long to confess,
Its right to express though love speaks through eyes.

Keshie

LIFE JUST GOES ON

Life just goes on
In midst of dejection,
When heart feels hard heavy weight,
Weighing you down low to earth
And laughter jingles like soft symphony of bluebells
And evening covered with dirt rolls you and night together!
And small babies giggling innocence makes you realize,
This existence of yours is no trifling desire
But gifted beauty of so much sensuous sense
Is so personal your own but yet not your own.
And yet you tend to play with it’s saying it’s your life
And will make it no better by any of your work
Life will just go on
And one day you will be burnt to ashes
Or lie in a lowly grave in west
Sunset or sunflowers those beauties were revered
But failed to impart what they convey
What rustling of leaves whispered in your ears
What sweet smell intoxicated you?
What sweet things only you understood
What harmless deeds of another race make you smile?
Failed and failed as you thought life will just go on!
keshie

THOUGHTS

Let your thoughts be high,
Then higher still the earth,
The heavenly mother, the goddess
Sustaining your birth and death

Let your mind be a beauty,
Chaste and white like smile,
Like the soul of a baby,
With secret celestial door.

Let your words be inspiration,
Royal and golden like an eagle,
Like a cloud of fire,
And streak of white light.

Let you yourself be great,
Then greater still the sky,
The floor of heaven,
Where you start your second life!.

Keshie singh
(19-05-02)

LET IT BE SO

let it be the life of blooms,

and my dream to caress me,

my hope,

let good people cry not,

with reasons so meagre so weak.
let the nature engages beauty

,and deliver an innocent deity,

let homes become the temple of emotions,

and laughter sounds like tinkling bells.
let ballad danced on tunes of harp,

and luck smiles at one and all.

let prince of hearts steals every heart,

and let disgrace brings dignity to all.
let shame becomes no ones quilt,

and misery is nobodys ruler.

let cupid darts no unsuccess,

and no romeos and juliets reborn.
let no poisonous floret forms a garland,

and every beast finds a beauty to improve.

let no daggers are without hilters,

thus punishing only those doing sins.
let no ruler is inclined to war,

and death causing strifes are born.

let every face with smile as jewel,

gets million dollars joy to chose.
let no girl sees a prince and sigh,

give her courage to say or die.

let cures for broken hearts be simpler,

and no flower wastes its aroma in air.
let the courage to face the worst,

makes a man of steel and blood.

let every lady proves to be lady luck,

and every man be the lucky charm.
let no deep eyes have tears to ebb,

but to express happiness and jovial share,

let every one gets a shoulder to trust,

and every child gets elders to care.
let every animal lives a natural life,

and no one locked in worldly lockups,

let unanswered prayers are granted,

and let all of us live a life,

without complimenting it to be a burden.
--keshie--

23-06-02

In the lowly dust, Lies my mud vesture,
My soul is destined to God’s palace,
The path Is not easy, a sweet torture,
I left my loved ones on earth to suffer,
My soul is free , my thoughts engaged,
In these circumstances can I rest away?
My aging wife and poor kids,
Have no roof, no where to go,
How can I die leaving them alone?
The reward of my deeds is heaven,
But my obligations are undone,
Oh! God please take away the gift,
Grant me my life and send me ,
To my widow wife and orphan kids.
-Keshie
(23-06-02)

HEART RENDERING

But for,unquiet heart and brain,
My mood is changed one starry night,
When an orb breathes lovingly,
To intact pious bonding of love and care.


Time is but flowing cascade,
Distance rekindles love,
Face of night brings sunshine,
At last once again but again.


In dewy dim phase of life,
A lost ring is regained,
When every speck of life costs,
More than promises made.


A lowly grave in the west,
Where my star sets ,until,
An autumn breeze felt,
To say love will be near.

Keshie(26-04-02)

HARD WORK

I SAT ON A DROWNING THOUGHT,
AS LEAKY AS A BOTTOMLESS BOAT,
AND TRAVELLED WITH BAGGAGE OF TROUBLES,
IN A LAND OF NO FANTASY.

TRUTH IS LIKE GLIMMERING DAYLIGHT,
SHADOWS AS DARK AS NIGHT,
TOIL, WORK AND NO FUN NO PLAY,
NO DREAMS BUT MERE FRUITLESS TREES.

AND FRUITLESS IS THE SHOW OF WORK,
AS WORK AND VALUE HAS ITS COUNT,
AS COUNTLESS STARS DECKED THE SKY,
THE BODY WAKES TO DO HIS DUTY.

DUTY DONE IN DAY AND FOLLOWED AT NIGHT,
WHICH REQUIRES MIND WITH NO HEART,
AS HEART IS EASILY SWAYED, EASILY FASCINATED.
AND MIND GOVERNED BY MERE COLORLESS GOAL
.
BUT LIFE IS SUCH AND SUCH IS LIFE,
YOU REAP ALWAYS WHAT YOU SOW,
AND SOWING IF DONE DEEPER STILL,
NO HUNGER WILL THEN KEEP YOU AWAKE
.
AND YES TIME IS WHAT MATTERS,
MATTERS MAY WAIT BUT NOT SOIL AND RAIN,
AND SO AS I DIG THOSE SMALL PITS,
TO FIND TREASURE, HAPPINESS ALL MY LIFE.

greatness knows no handicap

The gentle rustle of leaves,
When breeze passes through trees,
The music of flowing cascade,
And the song of a lark,
Are all great things.

Greater still is the man,
Who knows how to stand,
To pursue their desire and passion,
With no trouble and acute perception.

Diseases are there to kill,
But to succeed is more powerful will,
When voice fails and hand shakes,
Epilepsy could be the source
For anguish, but it did not.

From wise Socrates to Joan of arc,
From ambitious Alexander to popular Dickens,
From aggressive Napoleon to gifted orator Caesar,
From literal Tennyson to dreamy Lewis Carroll,
From Vincent Van Gogh to dynamic Jonty Rhodes,
All paid penalty as epilepsy.

Glimpses of their life,
Times of these legends,
Their true revelation of the dreams,
Outdo epilepsy through the ages,
Proved and shall always prove,
Greatness knows no handicap.

Keshie

1ST APRIL,2004

First of first is first of you,
Then there are zeros two,
First of last is last of you,
First of first is first is first of you,
Now you tell who are you?
F-O-O-L.


Thirty odd days of merriment,
In the small month of fools,
O god its april again,
When wise decides to reside in fools.

Nature also sobs and cries,
No one know the reason why,
When asked she giggle and reply,
There came the rainbow bright,

Birds were ready to dive in sea,
Fishes went for paragliding spree,
Talks about fools were noise of day,
All gathered to celebrate all fools day.

Then one wise man of wisdom great,
Not known for wise deeds,
But very long speeches made,
Stood to address the men of foolish plans-
“o great of great fools present today,
I found a fact dreaming in day,
This world is full of great fools,
And every form of foolishism is art,
So dear friends lets sing and dance,
As we are brave to accept the fact,
That wise men stays on mother earth,
As long as a water bubble takes to burst…”

And he spoke for hours in queue,
Claiming that no man is wise,
O dear fellow how right is he,
Because no men but all women are wise.

Keshie singh

DISTANCE

As I watch the dew, frozen in white winter morn,
The Smokey fog curtains me from the blue sky,
The boundless sky knows few limits,
But alas! My sight fails the view,
The view of the blue sky and rising sun,
Hidden behind earthly fog or heavenly cloud,
But yet beauty of rose could not escape,
Escape the glance of a selfish admirer.
Though even a huge mountain is unseen,
A wet rose seems near, near even to my soul.
So my admire also respects the intimacy, the distance,
And as my judgment is ruled by pure heart and prudent mind,
A distant friend is unseen lie,
And a stranger is comfort of unspoken truth,
Distance rekindles the mind to forget, which fails to forgive,
And heart refuted by mind finds a lover, a lover whom I trust,
Trust which is endowed on things nearer,
But fails to bond with distant friends.


Keshie singh
1st august, 2004. (Friendship day)

CONFIDENCE

As the days pass away,
The trust in me grows,
The confidence to remain smiling,
The joy of people stays,
The gamble is no gamble,
It is a belief, a truth,
Like pure gold shines in light,
The pure promise holds me straight.

The air filtered through rose petals,
And soft dew on marigold,
The song of an ugly shallow,
And the slate colored shine of a crow,
The tiger and its huge self,
Is all nature’s nature,
And the pure belief of others,
Shares same value as these,
And each of these values,
Is invaluable as an uncut diamond,
Awaiting its true worth its true value.

The confidence placed in you,
Is not for others to see,
The hint of love is there to see,
The love as pure as dove,
As pure as impartial sun,
And soothing moon,
And the confidence kept,
Enhances the dove, the love,
To stay and felt by you.

Imagine the sun, always set,
And moon as black as night,
Bird as soft as breath,
And gold as invisible as dust!
Then you will lose nature’s trust,
As it overwhelms your lifeless vesture,
The same will be your plight,
If you lose the confidence of loved ones,
The joy and trust of your life.

No fairy tales will bring it back,
No black magic of raven’s feather.
No pink desires or white truth,
As it will sound as black as murk,
The dark you are lost into,
By dropping the ring of trust,
In deep and narrow canyon,
Only and only for your soul to fetch.

keshie

21-11-2004

The room was dark and damp,
I lay still with fears of witches and vamps,
Dungeons and dragons, blood and daggers,
Days without sun, nights when gladiators run,
Run away from Death that stays near,
And colorless roses that fill my mind with fear,
Ah! A sigh a moan, a hue less sky that empowers my mind,
And a dying hope that the secret door I will find,
The door that secures my freedom,
And give power to my crippled wing,
But greater is the fear to discover that,
There is no world that invites my flight,
There is no nest, no wind or no branch that waits me,
And the world I used to call lonely,
Is no better than the room where I am locked,
Where I find solitude as my mentor,
And my boredom my true friend,
So Desire stay away, stay away from my deserted heart,
And oh! Death please come soon,
Before my hidden desires weighs me down,
And takes me where my life is unwanted,
Without empathy or love.
Keshie(21-11-04)

WROTE ON 14TH AUGUST 2004

Oh! My heart is not fortitude of knights,
It is feared by wind and nights,
Tears, which comes from deep within,
And falls on ink blue emotions written.

My mind is afraid of thorny roses,
Blood, daggers and ghostly spirits,
Friendly pearls lost in purple sea,
Innocent like black mischief tea.

Even a flower can adorn a coffin,
And diamond studded in death cart,
Lovers only break hearts,
And soul wounded by holy darts.

My soul feels weak and vapid,
When it beholdS life slipping in rapids.
When a beggar begs and receives,
No pity but lonely monody.

And in this fearful place,
I am a liar doing justice,
A simple man soaked in sins and happiness,
Then why should not I feel tired,
Burdened by good days and sadness.

Keshie
14th august,2004

WROTE ON 25-11-2003

In the darkness of dark betray,
The blackness which is calm and soothes me,
The coldness that iniates fire to live,
And the heavy pain that flickers a smile,
And the smile, the incapability to break down.

Someone has caused me the pain of survival,
The wrong done or wrong deeds, the confusion prevails,
“I have nothing to do, no interest is rested,
The drawing back of a tigress, is the lack of comforters,
Lack of trust, friends and bearers.

The night is drawing and the crescent moon shines,
Moon is humane, mortal and closer,
The variety of phases is the displayer of his emotions,
And the sun, how can it be like us?
The warmth it showers, is the love it gets,
And the love, which never lacks, but is more than needed.

Solitude and visions are my manna to life,
And Hope, that one day I will face the light,
The light gray spots, which I will recognize,
And the darker marks which I have to rub,
The notoriety of silence, which I will break,
And on my way, new friends shall I find,
Cherish some older ones, and forget the rest,
Rest in a colorful world, but now…now…I want to cry!!.

KESHIE SINGH

THE SMOKEY BERSERKER

The Smokey berserker is death in skin,
The way he devours lifes, his work is sin,
Rulers of gladiators and the lord of gallows.
Share his lily colored snowy heart.
And his agile thought surely kills an angel,
When even a cherubin’s smile is not accepted.

But still is he invincible!
Did he gets his courage from those wars,
Then why oh lord why you gave him beauty,
Beauty, which is skin deep,
Then why you gave him the voice of a lark,
Which threatens to sing death songs.

Are these the signs that he might transform?
Or it is meant that devil is a better creator,
Why those eyes are so deceiving,
That innocence finds no room to escape,
Does any psalm is written for him,
And any rose to color his heart.

Is there any river to drown his beauty-laden vesture?
And any harmful wind to harm his body,
And if not lord please create an angel,
Who surpass him in art and looks?
For nothing ugly will surpass this devil within,
To kill that soul wrapped in godly glow.

There must be some reason for his creation.
That my human mind cannot think of,
Or did he is destined to kill only those who are sinners,
And we humans are no sinless beings,
Is he your incarnation to bring the end of the world?
And if yes keep him as he is, but transform our minds,
And give us a chance of existence to live a life,
Devoid of sins and adorned by his beauty.
Keshie(1st oct,)

wrote this when i was in 9th standard..it has no title.

As I leave my delible impressions,
On indelible time,
I realize the glory of those great times,
Every action of mine, is no instinct,
Every word spoken is no oracle’s dream,
The moment when one great mind thought,
Thought of abstract ideas like great wall,
Or the strength of a soldier in a battlefield,
Or the courage of a common to speak uncommon verses,
Are flags of unspoken instinct,
The nerves that weigh us low,
Elevated them to golden moments,
Secured and printed in sand of time,
On a desert where I have lost myself,
Lost to find these golden mirages,
The light of which will show me, my path,
The path I will travel to leave some marks,
Marks for others to follow.
:-keshie

AN ORCHID OF EMOTIONS..

THIS IS MY VERY FIRST POEM IN MY DIARY

N I WANT TO NAME MY BOOK OF POEMS

THE SAME

A new life, a new hope,
Blossoms with every bud that grows,
Withered away with stain time,
Every thorn that makes me pines.
But wait! Where is that anxiety?
That feeling of wonder,
That feeling of being loved and cared,
It’s all gone with time.

Lost in depths of jovial time,
An unknown coldness seize my thought,
I felt pain in every falling leaf,
And smile smiling at me in each flower,
Is this a moment to secure?
Or to lose away like new pals,
But my heart remains a garden,
An orchid of emotions.


: -Keshie