Beauty...

Through the dark woods I traverse,
Not knowing the destination.
From the streaks of lights that I see,
I create a path by imagination.
From the rustling of leaves,
To the song of the flowing waters,
This is a new world altogether.
The colors so vibrant, yet so mild,
Spread all around in the wild.
Beauty is not a virtue exposed outside,
Its the inner self which makes things beautiful.
What lies within you, is seen by you,
Thanking god for what he made me,
Beauty is what to me, is to thee...


© Manish

I and Me...

I stand there thinking of what to do,

Not a single direction which i didnt look into,

Lots of things are going around me,

Still am lost into mind tree.

Am waiting for thee to come,

But thou shalt not come this far,

Or is this the other way round,

Am rooted to the spot by my "I",

Its not He, whos not will to come,

Its my "me" thats not making me move.

Thou has his heart open for me,

Its my "I", thats unable to enter thy thee.

Lifting the shakles of my "ME",

I raise myself into the hands of thee,

For all that I was thinking I am,

It was just a myth and false calm.

Now am free, free to live my life,

Free from "Me" and free from "I",

Only peace is left now....

Inside and out...........

Tears' fears...

A silent tear sits at the corner of my eye,
Its path is unceratin to thy.
Thinking about going down or vanishing there,
Its hard to decide, If down someone would care.
Uncertainity looms over it large.
Making it finally vanish into thin air.
Atleast it wont be there again in name.
If down there noone asks why it came...