When in Thoughts

In angelic flash of your love
You spread wings from disguise of human embodiment
And then in your sweetest words of joy
That made the night a day
My garden bloomed in your love
So the roses bloom.

And the water lily covers my little pond of life
All that is impure purifies in your smile
Would you fly on your wings to a land more beautiful than earth and contain
Where the butterflies smiles on every flower
And the bees collect honey in humming song?

Come on a windy day to fly with the clouds to a new land
Just to express what is within in golden morning beside a blue sea.

When Not Around

When you are not around
My eyes grow dim
And my heart stops beating
And my bosom shivers for care
When you not there
My minds think of loosing patience’s
My hands becomes numbness
And my thoughts returns back to me
When you are not there
The garden seems empty
The flowers don’t find the seasons to smile
The trees shed its leave
All seems yellowish for death
When you are not there
The rocks pricks on my leg
The roads of life seems unbearable
And life seems a fiery furnace
So stay close
Whether you are human or angel
Speak to me in the starry night
Or splash on me with the oceanic waves
Or shower me rain of love
To make my living better than yesterday

My Own Episode

My life is like the dew drops
With passion at the dawn
Beautified with the sparkling beauty
Produces sensation, runs with ambitions
It’s all me, my episodes and the chapters.

Everyday a new day, new dews, new hopes
So uncertain they are, so delicate too,
Like the flowers they withers when they wish
No warning of failure or of success
I jump from scene one to two
Sometimes my episode purely blue.

In my episode
I am the actor; I play what I need to;
Others are mere observer,
Few are associates, few complimenters
Few critics, few simply joker
I, play my part, though for a short hour.

I play my role
Make them laugh, make them dance or cry
To some I am foolish, to some I wise,
I do all because that’s inevitable
Who knows if all ends within a second?
It requires no unity of time of any literature.


To some I am a traveler,
Some calls me a fellow being
Some calls me brother;
To some I am someone of the last line
They don’t bother, neither they are kind
Yet in my episode I am the first.

I express my desire, my pain and sorrow
To some it’s all unnecessary
Emotional junks of life they utter;
“It’s Normal” some do say
But I can’t avoid, they are part of my episode
I am bound to act on my role.

No matter what the world say
I do my own role, anytime anyway
Until I reach where I am destined
And calls to go other side comes
This is me and the episode of my life.

Invitation

She called me to her yard alone,
To feel the fresh breeze of the morning,
To bathe my feet with the dew drops,
To refresh my mind in her tranquility.

I stepped out my little cottage,
The dew bathed grasses smiled,
Birds sang a welcome song,
Excited I loitered in peace.

She whispered to morning sun
To shine with the golden rays,
I enjoyed her beauty encircled with ripples of color
She made my day special.

I met the butterfly in her yard
Dancing from flower to flower,
She whispered her love
With sweet aroma of lovely flowers.

I saw her smile behind the woods,
She twinkled her eyes, purified soul,
She called me out of my cottage;
I lost myself in her, my lovely sweet nature.

A drop of tear

When I close my eyes
And all my heart beat stops,
Laid down peacefully on the bed of this earth;
Who would shed a drop of tear for me?

When discarded from this beautiful earth,
Things would I leave behind;
Dogs and cats would walk quarrel on my grave,
All would burry my memories with me
Which soul shall remember me that day?

When all is gone with the time and tide,
And Bones are turned to earth,
All mark of existence would be vanished;
Grasses would grow all around,
Who would halt a second to think of me?

So before I sail my ship
To cross the river of life,
I wish to mend a broken heart
Pacify a wavy troubled soul
Who would accompany me?

Who would join to this journey?
To do that which is not done
To reach which is not reached
To make the world to amaze
Who would shed a drop of tear?
When I am gone forever?

You are the one


You are the only one
Whose strength is my strength
In your breath I live.

Your joyous attitude
Refreshing like the fountain,
Makes my everyday special.

Your delightful soul
Is the inspiration for my journey,
In your blessing lies my future.

Your heart beat is mine too
The key of my life lies at your hand,
We are united in one soul.

Your love is like the ocean waves
Dashes over my delicate heart,
And I find myself deep lost in your thoughts.

You are my salvation
My sun, moon and the tide or season,
In you lies my hope of living.

So love, stay close
Smile a while to enlighten my life;
For I will be incomplete without you.

You are the one


You are the only one
Whose strength is my strength
In your breath I live.

Your joyous attitude
Refreshing like the fountain,
Makes my everyday special.

Your delightful soul
Is the inspiration for my journey,
In your blessing lies my future.

Your heart beat is mine too
The key of my life lies at your hand,
We are united in one soul.

Your love is like the ocean waves
Dashes over my delicate heart,
And I find myself deep lost in your thoughts.

You are my salvation
My sun, moon and the tide or season,
In you lies my hope of living.

So love, stay close
Smile a while to enlighten my life;
For I will be incomplete without you.


By Litton P.M

Write on Heart

Waste not Time
To write your name on the paper;Waste papers are thrown and burned,
You have to sit there to write again.

Waste not your ink
To scribble your name on painted wall;
With times and seasons the color would fade,
New paints would bury them in depths.
Write not your name on the lovely pillowcases;Dirt would gather day by day,
And one day out of disgustyou would wash and all shall vanish away.
Try not to write your name
On the buckles of the growing plant;One day you would see them dying off,
Depression and sigh would be your reward.

Paint not your name on stone for permanency;
Weathering and erosion would merge ,Deterioration will be its every days experience;
What is written would be lost forever in the earth.
Scribble not your name on the sandthe dashing waves and the howling winds-
Shall wipe them away;you would loose it to wind and to ocean.

So invest your life to write on hearts
Write on now and then with deeds and words
Illumine the ignorant, pacify the broken
Let every heart utter your name.

By Litton P.M

Make a Difference

The mountains seems to be very high
To climb and to reach the highest peak,
But with your courage and determination
You can reach there, where nobody dares to reach,
For where there’s will, there’s a way.

The ocean might seem so deep and unfathomable,
Every weak and tired one fails to dream of it
But with your adventurous spirit and unquenchable thirsts
You can touch the deepest to gather pearls,
For where there’s a will, there’s a way.

The sky seems to be too high to aim for,
It may seem unimaginable and beyond man’s thought;
But the stars twinkles to whispers to work hard and persevere,
With your burning desires and intellectual strategy, you can be there;
Overall, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So waste no time in negative contemplation,
Spread your wings to fly in the sky
Fly from horizon to horizon
Dream to reach what is unreached;
Step out with zeal to make everybody feel
The worlds is yours, And you are to make a Difference.
By Litton P.M