Every time....

Every time i think of you,
I shed a little tear,
Every time i remember you,
I can feel you near,
I can see your smiling face,
Every time i close my eyes,
Everything else just is a haze,
and my world just feels so nice...
I could find no words to say,
What i feel in my soul today,
And every day,henceforth i will,
Regret being quiet,but still...
Every time my eyes will bleed,
I will say to myself,Be strong,
'Cos to you my heart will lead,
'Cos one day We'll meet, it won't be long...

Last Day on the Project

It was an intensely emotional day today...
It was my last day working on the Amex Project in Accenture... been working here since September 2007... so quite a long time actually!! Made quite a few close friends and nearly came to tears when the time came to bid goodbye..
I somehow felt strange that i will never get to sit in that familiar seat again, never get to play a prank on my neighbour or any of the other hundred routine things that i have come to take for granted as part of my life...
Now i have a new beginning to look forward to.... Sometimes waiting for the unseen and the unexpected brings another dimension to an otherwise mundane life...

FEEL...

You cannot feel, the night so beautiful
As she calls me to her, from afar
You cannot feel the angel of peace; 
As she passes you by, resplendent, surreal.

You do not see the army of stars
They beckon to me so, and ask me to be
One with the earth, one with the sea; 
One with the purity that you cannot see

I ask you to be, more than a human, 
And open your soul, to the power above
I ask you to be, just like the miracle, 
That you really were meant to be

I need you to feel, the cold chilly wind
And hear the stories, she wants you to know.
I want you to care, for the brooks and the streams, 
I want you to be in my dreams…

And I wish you return every night, again
To show me how beautiful this world is; 
To rid me of suffering, to ease my pain
To sooth my soul, with a single kiss… 

Season of Love

Spare a thought,this season of love,
For that poor little loveless soul,
Who spends the days in morbidity,and how,
For him the bell does toll...
For everywhere he turns,are twain entwined,
Doth sing out to him,the robins and jays,
But he alone is alone,says his mind,
Deliverance,for deliverance he prays...
With flowers abloom,birds in the air,
When lovers meet without a care;
Solitude envelops him,like clear blue bubbles,
And remind him so of his troubles...
For a kindred soul,he looks around,
But emptiness replies,without even a sound...
Spare him his misery,leave him be...
For his mangled heart has hurt and bled so,
The depth of his pain, for lack of a love,
Is for everyone to see,he has nowhere to go...