Garden Trips
Basking in the glory that is Sun,
Rounded by leaves that are green,
Lightened by flowers with their sheen,
Transformed to places unseen.
As the sun kissed red the cheeks of clouds, there I stood on
Waiting for the silver dusts to flicker
Only the time flickered then, besides the
Beacon on the tallest tower
- S P Bekal
somewhere back in time
crawled the crawled supials
beneath the soil, across the grail
sending spark down the spine
blood wasn’t even mine
but now is the time time time
somewhere back in time
now is the time
when the soul no longer ails
now is the time
to take to the rails
now is the time
to remove the veils
cos’ its
SOMEWHERE BACK TIME
– S P Bekal
Do not fear, Redemption is near
There is no present, forget the future
The past is all there is left…
we have to go back…
somewhere back in time….
–Anup
Start solving the riddle ,as wishmaster is in middle
jig saw has to fall into places
else wishmaster will make u into pieces
is it the circle of life?
or is it the circle of death?
as i can see the past in the future
when future has already passed
words have been told , songs have been sung
somewhere back in time
– Manju
it was slow, now it is fast
it was forever, now it does not last
those memories were nice, now it is as sharp as a knife
is this what you grandly call as life?
it was beautiful to see the falling leaves
now you ask ‘where are the trees?’
there was a time for flowers and buzzing bees
now there is nothing that one sees…
“Oh! Look son its a shooting star, quick make a wish right!”.
“Granpa, my wish is, I wanna win the fight !.
Aw granpa ! Its not a star its just a fligth !. ”
All the stars have gone out of sight,
Big boom-city lights, neon pretty burning bright.
As the cranes claim dizzy heights, green nowhere in sight.
As the pastels of darkness grows bright,
About the delights that dwindled who will write ?
About the stars that twinkled who will write ?
– S. P. Bekal
Have they again ? Winds of change blown
The leaves of memory tree have grown brown ?
Its been days since the sun shone.
Dark clouds, momentum they gain,
Drop by drop it begins to rain.
Filled with sorrow are the veins,
As the drops streak across the face in a chain.
- S P Bekal
White Snow A Gift From Above
Have sent gifts for you from above
Like your face it glow(s).
People may call it snow,
People may know it as cold and shallow,
It stands for purity thats what I know.
Have tried for long to withold,
the relationship has become old and cold.
But the truth must be told.
I’m(was) no gold …
But your memories I still behold.
- S.P.Bekal
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