Star

pushed into a corner , i found myself
no light , but only shadows to stare at

all my knowledge seemed to have surrendered
and the might of fear seemed to overwhelm my faith

for my defeat looked inevitable even to a fool
and my existence one with darkness

for a volcano of emotions burst out in my heart
a few of anger , lots of hatred for those who gave this dark gift

i burnt in my anger , and hatred; one with the gloom around me
i was transforming into the very same darkness i disowned

a rude awakening one may say when my broken knowledge woke me up
it was astonishing how far i had walked away from where i wanted to be

with a pat on my shoulder " let do it, not try " said my knowledge
from that day till time bid me bye , i stare the darkness in its face,
for that's why they call me a STAR

-- firebird

The Wait

In search of those expressions, that smile than looks
Not a person who listens to me , who gives me a ear
but some one who reads me like a book

A search that leads me to directions none worth pursuing
I see a hole in the ship of my optimism , thats begun sinking

For there are suggestion , of change
and to be happy in what I find rather than what i seek
But I also know it wouldn't be me then ,
and no meaning left in what i seek

tempted to change I am I must admit, but "what if ??" my optimism roars
" What if I find the reader
all the expressions, that smile , I have desired forever
"
Would she be cheated by my decision to change,
for in my optimism and desire was she born
Amongst all this storm, all I now desire is for dawn
-- firebird

friendsday

be it night or day
be it corridors, balcony or a highway
be it work, masti or play
its been you all who have made my day

when i slid off of the rock
or when i slept through a talk
when i was pissed off with my job
and the world was about to label me a blob
guess who were my saving grace

my very own punching pad
that even punches me back
knocking me back conscious
when on the wrong track

from the coffees we devoured
and time me savored
of the times we smiled
and at times wouldn't say a word

i may be pretty ordinary,
same you for this world
its our friendship thats precious to me
so precious never to be sold.
--firebird