# Peace..

                                                 Peace..

We tend to wander, to find peace,

I am lucky, found it with ease..

All alone at home,

Wished, could just hear you, over the phone..

Talk to you about something..

                                           .. That's not known..

Something, that never could be caught,

Something, that could never be bought..

Closing my eyes.. I took a stroll,

Come walk with me, and feel it all..

You change to beautiful things,

I always feel you with me, making a strong link..

Sometimes you become..

A storm, in the depth of a blue ocean,

Rising like a dolphin, fall on the water bed with motion..

Then you scatter yourself into thousand drops,

And get merged in the flow that doesn’t stop..

The rolling waves, keeps you intact,

The heat of the sun, collects you back..

Turning to vapours, you touch the sky,

Like the rain, you fall by..

Quenching the thirsty earth,

Like a tiny sprout, you take a new birth..

Now, you, a white rose,

Lingering fragrance for the curious nose..

Sipping the nectar like a bee,

Flowing like a breeze, through the trees..

You fly through the rivers,

And touch the highest mountain peak..

You become a cloud in the dark,

Peeping at me, you changed to a shining mark..

Turning to a shooting star from the sky,

Unknowingly, but forever.. You are now, the glint in my eye..

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Fear..

                                       Fear..

I saw in the mirror,

Of thousand tears..

Reflection..

Is it true or fake?

Anyone’s fate, can anybody take..

Was it me?

Or that, what the world sees..

Are we made of only body parts?

Or, are we made of our own thoughts..

Reflection screamed:

                                 Wake up! Don’t dream..

                                 Be practical in life,

                                 Or get killed, by emotional invisible knife..

I said:

           Being practical is what?

           Is it being selfish or not..

Reflection smiled and said:

                                          “It is being convenient with the conveniences,

                                            No matter right or wrong, No matter true or false,

                                            Just a way to kill time,

                                            Don’t you dare use your heart, just use the bloody mind.”

I asked:

             ”Will I get lost?

             How will I have to bear the cost..”

Reflection said:

                         “No one was ever told,

                         You will get to know, as time unfolds..”

Then the reflection turned itself to thousands smiles,

Truth was dumb, shouting were lies..

It reflected me,

Real or unreal to see..

Yes, I am being practical, I said,

Looked within, and found myself dead..

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Phase..

                                                    Phase..

 

It’s been very long..

Things have lost, fake people have gone..

Happiness just knows, smiles,

Pain still knows to feel, and cries..

Pain makes you meet the real you..

Smiles, don’t really teach you anything new..

In pain..

            More than, a beating scientific art,

            You discover a thinking heart..

Pain has three stages,

Conquering them, can free you for ages..

First, pain makes you limitless cry,

It lightens your heart, through your eye..

Then comes the stage, when you leave crying,

Silence is the dress, that you keep trying..

Here, hurt just feels, and doesn’t show,

Tears have dried, nobody gets to know..

The final stage knocks,

Laughter hits the silence, like a rock..

You stand, you walk,

You smile, you talk..

Itself, the pain has released,

More the laughter, more the pain at ease..

Time rolls and you feel nothing happened,

That moment, look around you will find true people and real friends.

Now the smile on your face is like a million dollar gain,

For understanding the pain, and the journey of getting the smile back again..

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Meeting..

                                          Meeting...

  

Same time, same place, I wait for you everyday,

Holding your hand, I walk with you on the same way…

When I enter...

                       The trees sway to and fro, as if overloaded with joy...

                       And the leaves welcome me, with round of applause...

Then sitting on the same bench,

In our thoughts, completely drench...

My eyes glitter, with respect to bow,

For every corner I look, is filled with “Wow!”...

The evening was spreading its beauty, every where,

Together we saw, orange, pink, the rarest of rare...

Birds were creating silhouette, as if a canvas, not the orange sky,

Making different shapes, as we saw them, flying by...

Resting my head on your shoulder, as I smiling shy,

Pulling me more close to you, I felt your hearts peaceful sigh …

Holding me close you said-

                                    “The day the world ends, this is how... It should be...” 

Our eyes met,

And smiles, on our lips were set...

Whispering, I took your name ……,

The moment was perfect, as it came...

Slowly the orange sky turned into grey,

The twinkling stars peeped, as if saying “Hey...”

Realising, its time, for me to say Goodbye...!

Everyday, to meet you, some time I borrow,

Kissing you goodbye, I say “Same Time, Same Place, Tomorrow…”

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Simple Thought..

                                  Simple Thought..

It feels, like a great day,

Small and simple things, when learnt in a special way..

That something, was a simple thought,

Seeing at a painting, which I got..

Wow! A great creation,

With such a simple imagination..

The painting was the best,

Seeing at, I forgot the rest..

The painter, drew a brown horse,

With dashing features of course..

The horse was running freely,

On a mountain full of greenery..

Beautiful was the scenery.

The horse was dancing with a sensation,

As if, freed from all worldly temptations..

Its eyes were shining with joy,

Same like a child, when he sees a toy..

The painting was beautiful,

I learnt a lesson and felt wonderful..

Written on it was.. “It’s My Life!”

It was best in its own type..

We forget, we ignore the simple,

Running behind things, that lifelessly twinkle..

You don't need anything, happy to be,

Just love yourself and let the mind be free..

Closing my eyes I take a chance,

That very painting which gives me a glance..

Feelings of being special and a free one,

Every time glowing my eyes with curiosity and fun..

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Faith..

                                     Faith…

Everything, I look in, I find my soul,

I chose, to remain simple, defying the difficult mould..

Mind is in search of a peaceful goal,

Heart wants to make diamonds out of coal..

I am confused, which string, should I hold,

For, truth is dumb, and hidden in false fold..

Live and let live, is what… heard and told,

Everything has a value, still all cannot be sold..

Obstacles are always seen so tall,

And they don’t know to bend or fall..

Don’t trust time to please all,

Good deeds return, to take their call..

Everyone has its share, new or old,

Time crushes and makes them weak or bold..

Because,

          Faith doesn’t know how to die and turn cold,

          For only the firm believer in faith, may shine like the gold..

Written by : Rashmi Ramesh..

# My World...

                                             My World..

I have painted a world of mine,

Where only lively love makes it shine...

I am the Fairy princess, of my wonderland,

I discovered, love and life in the house of sand...

With the person I felt for,

Thought he too cared…

Every second with him, was my world to me,

Every breath I took made me free…

With him, everything around becomes a special effect,

Peace and love are closely felt, with no defect…

Here, the nature is on my duty,

And untouched flowers make my beauty…

Love is in the air,

Hugging us, from everywhere…

The sun gives sparkles to my eyes,

Truth is not overshadowed, with selfishness and lies…

When my eyes weep, it becomes a morning dew,

And everything turns to fresh and new…

My every smile is counted here,

Fear and sadness in no time disappears…

In my world, the feeling of love is simple and divine,

It was his soul not his body which I thought was mine…

Love doesn’t teach, how to fly,

It makes you travel places by just closing your eye…

Love has nothing to do with trust,

For everything related to love, never rusts…

Love doesn’t teach you how to be selfish and rude,

It just makes you feel the depth of every mood…

Love happens only once in a lifetime,

People leave, but love remains, for all times…

I am strong enough, for the curse of loneliness to bear,

For I have never hurt a heart, just deeply cared…

Though I am alone, still I am not,

For my love is away, yet feels around a lot…

Here the purity of my love doesn’t know how to lack,

Life knocks, and I open the door like always, and smile back…

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..