In the Inn

Night after night, hours by the hour...
A swimming vision, fills my dreams...
A distant light, in the darker night..
Comes forth to my mind's eye.


A wary traveller, an unwary host...
Trapped by the moonlight outside...
In an inn, all by themselves...
Try to make the night memorable.


A foreigner he was, a local lass was she...
Undeterred in determination, he...
Unmatched in rustic beauty, she...
Sitting together, stealing slight glances.


She spoke, he listened, he spoke she didn't...
Nay, she was not rude, for she cared...
Nay, he was not shy, just scared...
Scared of falling in love once again.


His fears came true, he fell again...
She could hear him fall, she just smiled...
He spoke to her, she listened now...
To him, to his delightful words of adoration.


The night grew old, the moments passed swiftly..
The day marched on, 'twas his time for his daily victory...
She looked outside, the dark was almost out...
He looked outside, the day was almost in...



Stealing a few glances of his new beloved..
Was just not enough, he wished to steal more..
A parting gift, a memorable kiss maybe...
She hesitated, he did not, he kissed she did not.


He stepped out into the day...
Bidding her a tearful adieu, he trudged on...
The journey was not yet half done...
He awaited for the night wistfully.


To rest again at an inn...
To have some good wine..
To warm his heart near the fireplace...
And to fall in love for the night again.

Be the very best...rebel

Hmm, let's see this one is dedicated to the lady who makes cute things in doodle,teddies, rakhis, and a whole lot of other things.
This day has come for you once this year, shall come once again next year. Dumb, ne?
Wellz not really.

You must celebrate today, resurrect the party whatever, princesses, frogs, devils all thrown in. Novel lines seem to come to me though, not chic enough. Just remember that this is day is yours, for tomorrow you will have year less to live.

Yeah yeah blah blah whateva!

bE ThE vERy BeSt... rebEL


Walking on the pebbled path, she looks back once...
Looks back again, she smirks, she smiles,never cries...
Leaving a thunderstorm in her wake, she walks on...
A little jump, a small hop, a tiny skip and she turns...


She picks her fights, her moments, her glories...
Forgiving always, when I err, she cares for all...
Laughing out loud, she banishes the blues...
Stutters sometimes, mumbles to herself, for all she cares...


Words of wisdom she spills often, I just smile then...
Sometimes she plays, sometimes she seems broken...
Not yet a complete woman, a kid at times...
"whateva" she almost always chimes...


Have never set sights on her...
Dont know if I ever will...
A dear she is, a coconut, a pumpkin for me
Just another rebel for you!

Jewels of a moonlit night.

Meadows grow lovely, in the moonlit night...
The shadows grow friendly, when you rhyme...
I hear a longing guitar somewhere, it is crying...
A sorrowful tune, a smoother song, all lay there sighing...


As I rest in the meadow for the night, a party went on nearby...
A band of gypsies play their merry tunes, dance to them with joy...
I was gazing, gazing up at the sky, kissing the bright moon...
Unaware of someone, someone sighing at my love of the silvery orb...


Looking away from the shying moon, I found my stranger...
Bright jewels of eyes under a veil, filled with jealousy and anger...
I was not afraid, just a little surprised, slightly overwhelmed...
She covered her eyes, with her hands, dainty little things..


I was mesmerized, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes...
The jewels behind the veil, I tried to remove the hands...
I failed, I begged of her, Please let me see thee...
My eyes long for yours, please I beg of thee...


The veil fell to the ground, burst into a flame...
So did the hands, yet the eyes remained closed...
They were driving me mad, I fell to my knees...
Let me have your eyes, those jewels of the night...


She gave me a mirthful laugh, and said...
These jewels are blind, you foolish traveller...
Return to your moonlight, she is worth more, forget me, let me return...
And she opened her eyes once last time, turned and broke into a run...

Nature's Daughter

Smiling like a ripe sun, you seem to shine...
Crying like the monsoons, you seem to pour...
Floating like the wind, you seem to fly...
Is it just me or are you really nature's daughter...


Your fame spreads far and wide, my dear child...
Fear the world, it claims your songs now...
For your voice is too clear, seems near and is dear...
Don't stop singing my child, sing your heart out today....


Today is the day, tonight shall be the night ...
The only day, the only night you shall ever have ...
Waste no time in waiting my lovely child, sing now...
My ears grow old and feeble in search for your phoenix song...


I wish to stay with you, my child, my love...
To grow old, listening to your sweet voice...
Your songs so vibrant, so novel, I never get bored...
Your never ending songs, dear nature's daughter...


The sound of the raindrops, the whistle of the forest gale...
The lullaby of a young mother, the laughter of a couple in love...
The moan of a waiting wife, the chuckles of a new born...
The silent smile of a dreaming child, the smooth song of the rough waves...