and i Danced in love

One lonely strawberry night, I stole you and
ran you up the mountain dew. Longer and
higher we flew, diving in the clouds blue, up
above the sky, by the world so far, till
we reached wide cotton field lit with stars.
Gust of my love rustled your hair and
my dreamy eyes caressed your skin bare.
Oblivious in musical song that purple night,
when the suave moon lit like the candlelight,
I held you as your eyes rested on mine,
tapping our feet in the rhythm of time, rolling
and spinning like the sensual curves of yours,
like the whirls of sea and the waves of shores,
I twisted your tender waist with a grace,
You twirled and hugged me like a fairy’s brace.
Lifting you close then in the tango of bliss,
Stealing your honey, I pecked u a kiss,
Jumping up away then from cloud floor, we
swayed and waved our stride to the moon’s door,
Slowly feeling your breath, melting by its heat,
we united with love in an unfathomable beat.

That Horrible Night

Last month on that horrible night,
Everything was wrong and nothing was right.
I felt like walking down the street,
But someone tried to pull me very tight.

Moving ahead..
I saw enormous fingers,
like someone pointing right at me.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a tree.

Moving ahead...
I saw something big and furry,
creeping around a house.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a mouse.

Moving ahead..
I saw green eyes shining and,
staring at me like a bat.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a cat.

Moving ahead..
I saw a big scary white face,
looking straight into my room.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just the moon.

Moving ahead..
While reading the poem,
one can imagine my destination.
Are you scared, what was it??
..silly you, it was all an imagination!

-nikunj

A SEARCH IN VAIN

From the days of the cradle onto his grave
Man seeks happiness with a face so brave
But alas not knowing where to find the same
His search course changes as he grows with age.

As a Tiny Tot he thought he found it in his possessive toys
AS A growing boy,he seeked it in his momentary joys
Later he felt he found it in his marital bliss
But as his children left he knew something amiss.

With growing age he looked for it elsewhere
Started amassing wealth with meticulous care
But these joys were shortlived as he realised late
Restless he remained all thro'his dates.

As his days became numbered and were confined to bed
He started looking inwards to reach the stud
Why was it the happiness eluded him when seeked?
Was he looking for it at a place where he was besieged?

He then realised the folly of his search
The days he had wasted in doing research
If it was lying within his Self
How could it be found outside the Self?

Alas this knowledge came to him too late
Lamented all his years spent in haste
Oh what an irony of fate?
A man knows not what he is doing,when he has the strength
And when he knows what to do, he does not have the strength.


Composed by BAIYU London MAY 2002
@all rights reserved.do not copy.

WHO CAN SHE BE ?

She is with me right thro' the day
She is with me thro'the night as well
She is with me as seasons change
She is with me as U ring the bell.

She consoles me when I am depressed
She comforts me when I am in need
She corrects me when I go wroung
She praises me when I seek her praise.

She knows well where my happiness lies
she ensures this without a fail
She knows my taste well and true
She provides a pallet none else can brew.

I know her heart breaks when she sees me sad
I know I can trust her in good or in bad
I know her happiness lies in my smile
I know for me she will walk that extra mile.

She is my friend,companion and all
Without her I know my life incomplete
She does everything before I ask
I cannot live without her backing me.

If I am what I am today, I owe it
All to her thro' and thro',The Proverbial
Saying of a woman behind every man
Is well portrayed in my case as I see.

What gives her the strength ,I ask myself
Tireless service day after day
What in turn I gave to her?Some material
comfort?She would have got it any way.

I know I cannot repay all thar she gave
At best I could thank her thro'these lines of mine
I pray you guess who can she be?
She is my love,she is my life
And yes if you guess her right
SHE IS MY WIFE.

Composed by BAIYU ALUVA JUNE 2001
@all rights reserved.do not copy.

I WISH...

Every night when i go to sleep,
I wish to see a dream;
But all i see are the memories torturing me..

Every morning when i look at mirror,
I wish to see a smile on my face;
But all i see are the tears laughing at me..

Every noon when i walk on a lonely road,
I wish to see someone walking with me;
But all i see is my own shadow chasing me..

Every time when i wish something,
I wish to see everything with me;
But all i see is dat My Love Still Not With Me...

-nikunj