The Rising One

The Rising One

Lonely in a crowd,

Solace not found.

Like walking on a bed of thorns,

Plucking roses for people around.

This feeling of half -

Full or empty doesn’t count.

I have no hope left ;

But hope still beckons me.

Why is this struggle inside

All so strangulating?

Life was all smiles and grins ;

And now suddenly this hugeness arrives.

Life was game

And I wanted to play

But it’s now a contract

I dare not break.

Are these the only things?

Left now?

I maybe the have-not

But Now I bear not!

Who cares about the aged horse?

Now hear it from HORSE’s MOUTH

He now has a voice.

The sounds of the stoned heart,

Will now echo

To the people who ought to hear.

Who ‘should’ hear.

I don’t wish to fool anyone,

I don’t wish to hurt.

But,

When was the last time

Someone else thought
This for me?
I wonder…!

Start thinking…

‘Coz I am now starting to…

- NP

My Baby

My Baby

This parasite sucks

My My! Sucks my blood

Maybe…

More than just blood.

A burdened soul

That soul - burden-like

My back aches now ;

And will lifelong.

She wobbled in my womb.

Came out Caesar

And sucked on to me

Forever like a parasite.

My mind is weakened ;

My body is strained.

I can take this pain,

But no-more now

I wish I’d die

Right now

But it’ll kill my baby parasite.

Sucks on to me still…

- NP

The Cry

The Cry

I hear a cry,

I hear a moan

Who could it be?

Why did I hear?!

Oh, it’s so creepy

Oh ! Its so mysterious.

I walk in the room,

All happy and lost in tune.

I looked here and there,

But the person was nowhere.

Then what was that cry?

What was the moan?

Someone walked to me and pointing said :

Is that your heart bleeding?

Shocked I was to see my whimpering heart,

My poor little heart.

I caressed it,

But it could barely speak.

It was numb.

It was so dumb.

Probably out of words, it was

Or speech - it forgot.

- NP

Psychic me not

Psychic me not

My cell phone rings,

I know who it is.

The door thongs,

I know who knocks.

I start the book,

I know the end.

That cute dimpled-boy,

Loved the same song!

I know this is right

And that will be wrong.

You’re afraid?

Psychic - me not !

My intuition is strong,

A gut feeling is born.

Trust you,

More than me,

I trust you,

More than I

You’re always right,

Your good-great foresight.

You’re always there,

When others weren’t here.

You never dismay,

You never betray.

Sight is might

And you never bite /always right

I’ll trust you always…

- NP

Psychic me not

Psychic me not

My cell phone rings,

I know who it is.

The door thongs,

I know who knocks.

I start the book,

I know the end.

That cute dimpled-boy,

Loved the same song!

I know this is right

And that will be wrong.

You’re afraid?

Psychic - me not !

My intuition is strong,

A gut feeling is born.

Trust you,

More than me,

I trust you,

More than I

You’re always right,

Your good-great foresight.

You’re always there,

When others weren’t here.

You never dismay,

You never betray.

Sight is might

And you never bite /always right

I’ll trust you always…

- NP

The love-life connection

The love-life connection

Life is lovely,

Love is lively

Life craves love,

And when life-love meet,

Love carves out a life.

Life gives you the power to love,

And love gives you the energy to live.

- NP