I am (edited)

i stand in awe
i stand surprised
wondering how i bring
souls back to life!

i look at the fingers
what trick do they play
then i stare blank
what pottery of clay!

I dive in the oceans
Escaping the fence
And astound to discover
The gleam of gems.

On limits I shield
My land from offence
And exercise my wield
To what monolithic defense!

But i smirk not
to let you know
the wonder i have
of pure white snow.

And i talk to myself
the mystery i am
then amazed by self
i know i am!

Abhay
9.6.2008

Floods

waters raised and then
there were floods
no dead bodies no blood
but there were floods

dark as they are
deep as they can be
suspended in them i lay
sunk in the floods

what did i do wrong
pondering over death
of another mine
which was once me!
But the floods came
and they wiped everthing
the remains of my existence lay
scars might fade some day

but my soil was fertile now
though carried away a bit
but my farms were clear now
they say floods bring a new greenary
and only in this hope i watch
with my eyes wide open searching
what greenary might have brought for me.
Floods might have left another life for me.

Unfair Life

lost in the last summer
was a toy
today i have found it
but no joy

the time changed
and so did i
i smiled in sadness
and refrained "its life"

in river i search for
the pebbles i threw
but the dark water seems
to have all chewed

so i take the pen
to write everything
but to the unfairness of life
i had no ink

atlast i breathe out
and in this sigh i lose
all my words now
left to you to choose.

Abhay
1.6.2008