My Passion

They said she is an illusion,

A passing thought, which will be forgotten,

When the fate takes its toll, she will be gone,

And you will find, my dear, an easy escape from the daemon,

Yet another epitome of infinite manipulation.

I said she is a dream,

If she is one, then forgetting is not an option,

Cause dreams are the essence of my reality, my form,

And fate may create hurdles, let there be potholes on all paths,

If manipulation is our nature, I am a born romantic.

Foolish we are born, Happy we can live.

P.s. I don't think I have any passion... The poem is dedicated to all my friends, Relatives and Novel and Movei characters who have one...

Mallesh

Gift

Rosebuds, Cards, Chocolates and Poems,

Many cliché methods, I thought about.

Beautiful, No bud was more than her,

Her smile, No card could quote,

Sweeter she is, far more than any chocolate,

She is herself a poetry… (The best one)

Helpless to find a suitable gift,

I went to see her without any,

And like Romeo to Juliet, I bent to offer my head,(*)

She smiled and kissed my forehead,

“I already got the best”, she said.

It was needless to pinch myself,

My mom woke me up before ‘The End’,

Who says, ‘Romance is the privilege of the rich’,(Oscar Wilde)

A dream at dawn, is all it costs….

(It doesn't need even a penny)

Mallesh

21/11/07 1:43 a.m.

* My girlfriend, if there was one, would have killed me after seeing this poetry anyways..

Horizon

High, high and higher, I went,
to see the horizons, I had heard about.
It's first sight, I saw, something
that is only an essence.

"So, this is how it looks from here...
Beautiful, I would love see it from various places.."
And this is how the journey began...

From Change

Into the deep hollow of my own eyes, stared I,

Searching the remains of those, which dug them,

I see some traces but no definite marks,

I have forgiven them, all, long ago.

Forgotten them, consciously or even otherwise,.

Have I risen or fallen, I wish to ask.

I have no answers, but one,

I have gathered some precious moments lived.

I take no pride to recount the minutes,

Of insanity, of hysterical reactions and simple yearnings..

My senses have ripen or have gone numb, know not I,

I see a comfort-breeze rushby, also gathering old leaves along.

Things have changed and they never will be the same.

Mallesh.

Dedicated to: Pyar ke pal- by Strings

12:10 a.m 18th Oct,2007

Here they come, the rains

In the skies they have waited long, its time to come down,
The rush is very evident, they are returning to the place they belong,
The free abode from where, the scorching heat had kidnapped them.
The heat has run away today and they occupy the sky.


The dusty foliage has been washed today, a new landscape is born,
A splash and tap, a dhish and dum, they are making a new song.
Art is but an easy expression of the joy they bring along.


They have come to rule a happy reign; no heart can have an escape.
Gifts for some, delight for all, as poetry, beauty and romance.
They are god's messenger of love, his own work of art.


They are children of mother nature and so am I,
I welcome you my brethren, to come any share my pie.


Mallesh B
03/08/07

what is it?

What is it?

It’s neither a run, nor is it a fall.

But I can hear it, it can be a call.

Like the slow rain outside, it is foggy but consistent

Like the dampness smelt inside, it is a plain feeling.

Is it missing you tonight or just a deception of my heart,

Rise of love or just a demand of my thought.

Naming of this feeling, should I await.

Or just hug it tonight, and leave the rest to fate.

Just want to see you, will you wait?

Dedicated to:

Dreams Part-2

Dreams

They say…

Dreams, broken and therefore forgotten,

(If our mistake is responsible for that)

Seldom attract regret, or influence our fate.

I said…

Dreams broken are rarely forgotten,

(If someone else is responsible for that)

Still don’t attract regret, but do influence our fate.

I saw a dream last night, and I worked for it today.

I attained the heights, scaled by none,

My glory spreads and my dreams won dignity.

“I dare to dream”, they say today.

I had a dream the night before the last, and I worked for it yesterday

I attained the heights, but someone surpassed me

The strength it gave to my arms is unsung and unheard of. (Even today)

“I dare to have faith in my dreams” is all I want to say today.

So dream my girl and make it big,

And dare to have faith in it,

And never regret when it is gone, or be overjoyed when it becomes yours,

For nothing is yours and there is nothing to lose.

Dedicated to: this is a stupid poem..

Mallesh

03/01/07

P.S : I hate this poem