Broken Dreams

I waited all day
Just for the return
Of those who left the tribe
My parents in the lead
We live by gathering firewood
Honey and wax from trees
In a jungle far away
Where tigers reign fearlessly
Waiting all day
A piece of bread for my stomach
A hug of relief for my mind
Darkness set in
All returned back from the jungle
I searched for my parents
All in despair
The look of pity from others..
I am still waiting for them.

Cries.......

Is this chains strong enough to hold me?
When my mind cries out to be a soaring bird
When darkness binds me in my cage
Sounds of terror fills my ears

Oh light ,I am seeking thee
Oh darkness,Why do you follow me?
A beam of light ,a ray of hope
Might take all the darkness away.....

The beach

I went to the beach today
Today,on a rainy day
The waves were high and strong
Boosted by the monsoon winds

I walked along the seashore
To see what all the waves washed in
Seaweeds and debris,plastic waste
Lay scattered everywhere

Many tiny little crabs
Thrown onto the seashore by the waves
Half-naked children of fishermen
Running after them in vain

Then i saw an old bottle
I began to dream to be
A hero of some story
Heard long before

Some sailor from far away land
Might have left a note for me
So hopefully I opened the bottle
Finding nothing inside,I kicked it back into the sea...

Rain

Over the vales of greenery
Over the misty lake
Over the fields of paddy
Which lies from end to end

The cloud fills up the sky
The breeze builds up its pace
Sound of thunder fills up the air
And raindrops starts to fall

The smell of soil fills the air
I peep out of my window
To feel the chilly air
To see the sights of the rain

People running for cover
To escape the drenching downpour
Children stops their games and mirth
And dejectedly head for home

Birds fly off to their nests
A sudden burst of lightning
Fills the sky with fear
Tell me my friend, Who enjoys the rain?

Friends,the poem.....I am getting the hang of this now.....

We meet as strangers
In the road of life
We may part that instance
Sometimes to meet again

But if fate plays his hand
We travel the road together
In the journey called friendship
Till time do us apart

But if fate plays his hand
The journey of friendship
Might become everlasting
And time would have no hand

She - The poem....my first attempt at this risky field

I love the glitter in her eyes
I love the way she smiles
In my heart and in my soul
She dances day and night

I dream of her everynight
In dreams sweet and mystic
But the only thing that worries me is that
She has not yet come to my life......