(Written on 08.06.98)
A stab in the heart
Tearing my soul apart
Wounds that will forever last
Realms on the ruins of my wishes will be cast
A rusting mind
Where once immense talent one could find
Endurance par excellence
Surrounding me with walls of pretense
A sad feeling
Living in fear of revealing
To keep then all locked up inside
To sleep with the terror beside
A Pandora’s box of emotions
Jittered by storms of commotions
All the pain turning to anger
Mentally struggling on the line of danger
A road without destination
Hope of good times, just an illusion
Not a word to anyone
As in solitude my tears run
I hear them talk of all they are bearing And I wonder what is true suffering?
About Me
- The Speaking Wood
- Welcome, to the humble abode of the Speaking Wood. I am not going to impart any wisdom, I am not going to tell you the best ways to live; what you should and should not do ...but if you rest here for a while, read what I write, and if it gives you strength, makes you smile, makes it easy, makes you feel lighter, gives you some clarity, helps you in any way; then I would have achieved my purpose. If what you read gives you a thought that is worthwhile, then do leave your footprints, so I know it did, thank you - The Speaking Wood!
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Am I Wrong?
(Written on 24.11.97)
With life’s colors versatile
When sorrow grows
Looking for a chance to smile
I have a feeling strong
Am I wrong?
When instances take away all the laughter
When friends seem strange and unknown
I remember the times of before and after
And wish the wind had not blown
As each day goes by being all alone
The feeling of being left out builds up
Sometimes a little hope to me is shone
A little bit of happiness, which someone is ready to usurp
There are times when I feel
To see better times I was born
All my dreams seem to be real
Until they are shattered by a storm
The wheel of fortune keeps turning
The of time covers the distances
The lamp of hope within me keeps burning
Amidst it all, I keep taking chances
The world is a stage, so they say
No doubt, I agree
However, what part I am here to play
I wonder as I long to be free
I expect too much I guess
As I always put my hand in fire
I could not have cared less
If it hadn’t been desire
I know things will be better after a strife
I will have a beautiful life
But every now and then I have a feeling strong
Am I wrong?
With life’s colors versatile
When sorrow grows
Looking for a chance to smile
I have a feeling strong
Am I wrong?
When instances take away all the laughter
When friends seem strange and unknown
I remember the times of before and after
And wish the wind had not blown
As each day goes by being all alone
The feeling of being left out builds up
Sometimes a little hope to me is shone
A little bit of happiness, which someone is ready to usurp
There are times when I feel
To see better times I was born
All my dreams seem to be real
Until they are shattered by a storm
The wheel of fortune keeps turning
The of time covers the distances
The lamp of hope within me keeps burning
Amidst it all, I keep taking chances
The world is a stage, so they say
No doubt, I agree
However, what part I am here to play
I wonder as I long to be free
I expect too much I guess
As I always put my hand in fire
I could not have cared less
If it hadn’t been desire
I know things will be better after a strife
I will have a beautiful life
But every now and then I have a feeling strong
Am I wrong?
Walking on the road.
(Written on 15.09.97)
On a lonely dark winter evening
Where the road and me were the only beings
Solitude unraveling its meaning
A different world I was seeing
Remains of the autumn leaves left on the sides
Chilly winds enjoying their joyous rides
Where the flaws of the day hide
Perfect for the people who; with the law do not abide
Return of the people young and old
With their trade and talent sold
Some with hearts of gold
Coming home with aspirations cold
Two girls I saw, very fine
Cautious of any danger sign
With dreams like yours and mine
For some reason had to cross the line
I met them all
People big and small
Those mourning their fall
And some who stood proud and tall
A little bird I met at last
Destruction of her nest left her aghast
Looking for twigs in this world vast
With great sincerity, her new nest she did cast
I learnt how to face the tide
How to take each failure in my stride
To never fear anything and hide
Be a warrior a fighter in life’s ride
To have faith without a doubt
To make a difference and stand out
To live life truly till the final call
Yes, I learnt it all……. Walking on the road.
On a lonely dark winter evening
Where the road and me were the only beings
Solitude unraveling its meaning
A different world I was seeing
Remains of the autumn leaves left on the sides
Chilly winds enjoying their joyous rides
Where the flaws of the day hide
Perfect for the people who; with the law do not abide
Return of the people young and old
With their trade and talent sold
Some with hearts of gold
Coming home with aspirations cold
Two girls I saw, very fine
Cautious of any danger sign
With dreams like yours and mine
For some reason had to cross the line
I met them all
People big and small
Those mourning their fall
And some who stood proud and tall
A little bird I met at last
Destruction of her nest left her aghast
Looking for twigs in this world vast
With great sincerity, her new nest she did cast
I learnt how to face the tide
How to take each failure in my stride
To never fear anything and hide
Be a warrior a fighter in life’s ride
To have faith without a doubt
To make a difference and stand out
To live life truly till the final call
Yes, I learnt it all……. Walking on the road.
....and I break down and cry!!!
(Written on 12.08.97)
When I feel them walk all over me
Knowing my pain, they will not bother to see
Its then that I feel like tearing the world apart
A fire of rage, burns within my heart
When I see myself fall flat on the ground
I feel the thorns below and around
If only I could destroy the garden of life forever
The lure of flowers tells me to do that never
When I feel I am alone
Supposed friends ready to hurt with knives and stones
Its then I wish I had someone
Soon realizing soul mates for me are none
When hard work brings failure always
I yearn for the better days
Its then that I feel I am doomed
And hope someday I’ll see the bloom
When I see people playing games
Lauding me, then calling me names
Then I feel ashamed of it all
Wondering why they stoop so small
When I see my dreams shatter in front of me
When the question is to be or not to be
When every breadth of mine pinches like a sword
Its then I scream and say why! O Lord!
How desperately I try to fill my heart
To get up and make a fresh start
Have the faith and courage to try
But all I do is break down and cry.
When I feel them walk all over me
Knowing my pain, they will not bother to see
Its then that I feel like tearing the world apart
A fire of rage, burns within my heart
When I see myself fall flat on the ground
I feel the thorns below and around
If only I could destroy the garden of life forever
The lure of flowers tells me to do that never
When I feel I am alone
Supposed friends ready to hurt with knives and stones
Its then I wish I had someone
Soon realizing soul mates for me are none
When hard work brings failure always
I yearn for the better days
Its then that I feel I am doomed
And hope someday I’ll see the bloom
When I see people playing games
Lauding me, then calling me names
Then I feel ashamed of it all
Wondering why they stoop so small
When I see my dreams shatter in front of me
When the question is to be or not to be
When every breadth of mine pinches like a sword
Its then I scream and say why! O Lord!
How desperately I try to fill my heart
To get up and make a fresh start
Have the faith and courage to try
But all I do is break down and cry.
When I Dream!
(Written on 28.10.95)
I dream of eternal things
Away form human stings
A life of happiness
Solace in fullness
I dream of a place without hate
Where people are staunch believers in faith
A valley of joy
Where laughter is like a babies toy
I dream of blissful solitude
Greater than life in magnitude
A peaceful co-existence
Away from any pretence
I dream of love that’s everlasting
Where realm hearts are forever casting
Someone who will be there
To truly love and care
I dream of a house in the mountains
With gardens, flowers and fountains
A life completely enchanted
With everything I ever wanted
I dream of working hard
My own space in the world as a reward
Spending many a sleepless nights
To achieve all those amazing heights
I dreams of a life of fulfillment
Full of every possible achievement
Cherishing every blessing of mine
Walking under the hand divine
I dream of dying amidst my loved ones
Not running from death as everyone runs
I dream of dying and reaching God’s realmI dream of totality when I dream.
I dream of eternal things
Away form human stings
A life of happiness
Solace in fullness
I dream of a place without hate
Where people are staunch believers in faith
A valley of joy
Where laughter is like a babies toy
I dream of blissful solitude
Greater than life in magnitude
A peaceful co-existence
Away from any pretence
I dream of love that’s everlasting
Where realm hearts are forever casting
Someone who will be there
To truly love and care
I dream of a house in the mountains
With gardens, flowers and fountains
A life completely enchanted
With everything I ever wanted
I dream of working hard
My own space in the world as a reward
Spending many a sleepless nights
To achieve all those amazing heights
I dreams of a life of fulfillment
Full of every possible achievement
Cherishing every blessing of mine
Walking under the hand divine
I dream of dying amidst my loved ones
Not running from death as everyone runs
I dream of dying and reaching God’s realmI dream of totality when I dream.
My Inspiration!
(Written on 27.10.95)
The bliss of solitude
Happiness beyond magnitude
Moods of depression
That is inspiration.
The flowers with their thorns
People who on failure mourn
When I am in tough situations
I get my inspiration
The agony of unrealized dreams
Voices raised in intolerable screams
Problems having no prevention
I believe them to be my inspirations
What when where I feel
In circumstances real
Talk of things beyond limitationsYes, they are inspirations.
The bliss of solitude
Happiness beyond magnitude
Moods of depression
That is inspiration.
The flowers with their thorns
People who on failure mourn
When I am in tough situations
I get my inspiration
The agony of unrealized dreams
Voices raised in intolerable screams
Problems having no prevention
I believe them to be my inspirations
What when where I feel
In circumstances real
Talk of things beyond limitationsYes, they are inspirations.
The Beauty Of Solitude!
(Written on 30.10.93)
In the wild storms of crowd
In the desert of loneliness
It enhances your attitude
The beauty of solitude
When the summer heat burns your heart and mind
The snowy winters, bring back memories
When it spreads its fragrant interlude
Yes, the beauty of solitude
Left alone in a shady corner
Time does not wait for the mourner
Amidst hope and desire crude
Shines the beauty of solitude
When the lonely heart cries
The mind is helpless, oh! How hard it tries
The swinging in solemn gratitude
Flows the air of solitude
When people deceive you
Death brings grief too
When sympathy sounds rude
That is when you know the beauty of solitude.
In the wild storms of crowd
In the desert of loneliness
It enhances your attitude
The beauty of solitude
When the summer heat burns your heart and mind
The snowy winters, bring back memories
When it spreads its fragrant interlude
Yes, the beauty of solitude
Left alone in a shady corner
Time does not wait for the mourner
Amidst hope and desire crude
Shines the beauty of solitude
When the lonely heart cries
The mind is helpless, oh! How hard it tries
The swinging in solemn gratitude
Flows the air of solitude
When people deceive you
Death brings grief too
When sympathy sounds rude
That is when you know the beauty of solitude.