I see you walking by me as an angel,
That jewel of a smile which is so simple.
Who you are I will never know,
You are that rare breeze
which will only once blow.
Here I am in a shady dark cave,
Watching my inner prisoner's innocent crave.
I must say I am insane or totally brave,
Seeking a felicitous destiny
before I reach my gloomy grave.
An angelic love that is so very precious,
Without it this world would be disastrous.
Hey divine angel it is time for goodbye...
But will there be another crossroad in my life
where we meet again and say Hi?
My reality none will ever come to know,
I live in this moment and the rest is just a show.
In search of tomorrow's delightful dawn here I go,
Sowing the seeds of a beautiful dream and letting it grow.
[ 16 August 2008, T. S. Sudarshan. ]
Monday, August 18, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Smokey Stick!
Burn, burn, burn my cigarrete,
If it really makes you feel great.
Burn, burn, burn my cigarrete,
Smoking it is your chosen fate.
You are trapped in this fatal addiction,
If you believe the white whiff of smoke,
Chases away all ebb feelings of frustration.
And statutory warnings will seem a big joke!
If the red amber tip of that rolled up stick,
Gives you a poison tar ebony black kick,
Then burn; burn me too quick,
The very life in you, I feel sick.
The process has already begun...
The burning of your smokey pyre.
Away from this you better run,
This! Your burning desire.
Rise up from your abyss and shine.
Be strong and everything will be just fine.
Breath in the nature's gift that's nectar pure,
In letting go of your habit lies the cure.
Smell this nature's sweet scented aroma,
Away from all this world's stress and trauma.
A prayer from life's tenderly bosom,
In you let all the happiness blossom.
Replenish me... give life a chance,
Then watch me in a merry making dance.
Come out of your masochistic trance,
And start living with a positive stance.
Remember these words the next time you smoke,
You can choose a healthy life or a deadly stroke.
There is so much in you worthwhile to offer,
Then why let others and yourself suffer?
[ T. S. Sudarshan. 02 August 2008. ]
If it really makes you feel great.
Burn, burn, burn my cigarrete,
Smoking it is your chosen fate.
You are trapped in this fatal addiction,
If you believe the white whiff of smoke,
Chases away all ebb feelings of frustration.
And statutory warnings will seem a big joke!
If the red amber tip of that rolled up stick,
Gives you a poison tar ebony black kick,
Then burn; burn me too quick,
The very life in you, I feel sick.
The process has already begun...
The burning of your smokey pyre.
Away from this you better run,
This! Your burning desire.
Rise up from your abyss and shine.
Be strong and everything will be just fine.
Breath in the nature's gift that's nectar pure,
In letting go of your habit lies the cure.
Smell this nature's sweet scented aroma,
Away from all this world's stress and trauma.
A prayer from life's tenderly bosom,
In you let all the happiness blossom.
Replenish me... give life a chance,
Then watch me in a merry making dance.
Come out of your masochistic trance,
And start living with a positive stance.
Remember these words the next time you smoke,
You can choose a healthy life or a deadly stroke.
There is so much in you worthwhile to offer,
Then why let others and yourself suffer?
[ T. S. Sudarshan. 02 August 2008. ]
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