Friday, 29 March 2013

On Your Wings!!

Buried in the nutshell,
Of my own grievance.
Denying presence of a world,
And disguising solitrance.


It's like you ransomed my dreams,
Inspired to count on little things.
A flightless bird i thought i was,
Until i started flying; flying on Your wings.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Ghost In My Arms


It hurts her head and hits her mind
To think of time so short to bind
She never felt the need of one lifetime
A moment was full; if it had memories divine

And as the smoke rose high a picture was formed
So blur, but so clear all together coming around
To this world chasing wind it might sound
But to her the face was and will be so profound

And as the dawn approached with alarm
Full of iniquities there was still a charm
Now every night when remorse makes a swarm
I say to myself, You were just a ghost in my arms