STORY… with a smile

This poem is about my new muse who charmed me with her beauty and smile. She is a short story in my life who awakened my courage to build a short lived DREAM.

Beholding thy beauty I’ll never find,

I knew that attraction would not carry.

By exciting and troubling my mind

Thou started to be my lovely story.

It was bit frivolous but had a theme

That aroused my feeling, sense and courage.

Started to adore story with my dream

Which had true friendship that acted as bridge.

Now thou art my muse from fantasy isle

Came and thought everything about fairy.

Binding tightly with thy beauty and smile

Thou ended the illusional story.

The short story shall remain forever

And brings a sweet smile for my endeavor.

--AJAY

Prayer to Thee, Divine Mother

Goddess of Knowledge and Creator’s wife,

Render my wisdom into melody

And my silence of words to symphony;

O Mother, bless thy Music to my life.

Goddess of Wealth and Preserver’s wife,

Prosper my profession with luxury

And make all my skills extraordinary;

O Mother, bless thy Fortune to my life.

Goddess of Strength and Destroyer’s wife,

Transform my fears to great energy

And keep my body, mind & soul healthy;

O Mother, bless thy Power to my life.

I shall use the power, knowledge & wealth

To fight all the evils till my last breath.

---AJAY

To Musical-Poet

This song/poem, I would like to call this a poem, struck my mind suddenly while I was trying to play my own music in my guitar, I felt like swallowing my music and wanted to blow off a song and so I started writing this.

To Musical-Poet

Dissolve the music and blend with the words

Add love and passion to start a great song;

To spoil the work there shall be hurdles,

But when you overcome, it will live long.

Absorb the music with the filtered words

Season with feelings and present the song;

It shall be a sweet with only right deeds,

Always learn to correct when you go wrong.

Swallow the music and digest the words

Relish the beauty and joy of the song;

If it is loved then the soul gets rewards

And appreciation will make you strong.

Don’t ever give-up if you get bad rates

As thou art the music & words are thy mates.

-----AJAY

P.S. I had loads to study for my exams but still din't kill my flow of thoughts and I complied this.

A fish in a pond

A bloke in the pond
Saw a fish with a wand,
Bubbled and flied in life
It soon decided its wife!

But there were so many fishes in the pond!

Seized by the beauty’s art
Sweetness filled its heart,
Drowned deep in the dream
And soon changed its theme!

Though there were so many fishes in the pond!

Love was killed by fear
It was afraid to call it ‘my dear’
Love was only wished
So the lady never kissed!

Still there are so many fishes in the pond!

Now the Pisces is very brave
Realized the beauty was a passing wave
After playing the cunning game,
It learnt the life is never same!

So, there are so many fishes in the pond
But there is only one angel fish to bond!!

---AJAY

Fear of love

I remember you as soon as I rise
I see you when I close my eyes
But you haunt in my dreams
And make me afraid to fall in love,
As love wins or kills the heart.

If I’m with you everything is wise
If I think of you the world seems nice;
But you control my thoughts
And make me afraid to fall in love,
As love wins or kills the heart.

When I talk to you a new hope will arise
Then I believe our pair is very precise
But you trouble my believes
And make me afraid to fall in love,
As love wins or kills the heart.

I don’t have to crave happiness in life
If I make you my soul’s eternal wife;
But you are an illusion in my mind
And make me brave to fall in love,
As love kills and wins the heart.

---AJAY

Angel’s Voice

I was inspired to write this song or poem whatever, after being to a music concert where I heard a mellifluous voice by a sweet girl!

Angel’s Voice

I saw an angel singing
The magic held me clinging;
Shoved me deep into a trance
Her sugary mellifluous voice.

It healed my pain made by stinging
And again my heart started ringing.
Oh my angel! Sing me an ode of love
And push all my miseries above.

Then I shall transform to your wing
As I Listen to the ode of love you sing;
Binding strong like no one can slice
And I’ll live with you forever in paradise.

--- AJAY

10th Feb 2010

My Guitar

This a poem about my lovely guitar which I feel is a kind of transformer in my life. It made my life musical.
I had written only three stanzas earlier, long back! felt it too short and completed it today. In this poem I have conveyed my divine connection with my guitar.

My Guitar

I was never trapped by lure

Until I got my first guitar,

It became part of me thereafter.

I learnt in life to endure

After seeing the strings of guitar,

It made me very brave thereafter.

I was too bored by the chore

And was helped from the pick of guitar;

Never felt bored from thereafter.

I made all my fingers sore

But was healed by the sound of guitar;

Fingers and frets are friends thereafter.

I then started to adore

The dynamics of my guitar

And animated it thereafter.

I now strike it from the core

Mind starts speaking from my guitar

Music is mind's language hereafter.

---AJAY