Saint with taints!

I am not a saint, I have the same taints,
I have been painted with them,
colour that you might not like,
some you might just love,
taints brings me the way of life,
the ones you missed living,
I have gone through an ordeal,
of right and wrong,
of black and white,
of light and dark,
discovered that no light is too bright,
there is a need for one to know,
how is the world painted all red,
of the words I say, the ones you hear,
of the deeds I do, the ones you recieve,
of the good I do, the bad you see,
I have driven down the memory lane,
where there are no footprints left,
I washed away the  marks,
by blowing the wind over the sand I walked,
the river has some water,
but the ravines are rocky enough,
I traveresed to the heaven via the hell,
the taint I got, made me look for the saint within!

Not Me Beyond you!

It is very profound, not the thought,
but the feeling, there is long way to go,
more than a mile, its about lives,
to bring it to a horizon, where you can see beyond,
the messenger birds are back to roost,
the sun is no more harsh on us,
we broke the barriers of the light,
the day and the night,
there is something more, I see in you,
not ME beyond you!:)

Because of me being for you!

Blue is the sky, and not my eye,
why am I called the blue eyed then?
there is something more than an answer to this,
remember I told you something about this,
if you could forget about it so easily,
you can remember nothing then,
I dont draw lines of intelligence,
you mark you journey from where I end,
the beauty is not about the finishing line,
the beauty is not reaching the base either,
the journey along and in between,
beautifies the life even more,
when I ask you, who am I to you?
your glare at me with ardent yearning for me,
gives me an idea of being the most meaningful one,
the glance by chance of my eyes may seem teary,
I am sure its not because of you, its because of me being for you!

The Sand and the Glory!

The shine of sand, slips away with the sunset,
the glory remains in the wait of the rise and the set,
flowing in the hour glass, you dont notice time,
every bit of the sand that moves to the other side,
the ones which flow along the banks,
you dont notice them at all,
the ones that remind of the past,
we take care of them all,
every bit of the sand flowing in the hour glass,
every move of the sun moving the westward,
every time you spend a minute or more,
the reminesinces bring you to the hour one,
I wish there was a zero hour,
when the sand slips out of the hour glass,
it is only in the hands it is hold,
every glorified moment that passes along,
neither rise nor the fall of the sun,
of the hour in need or deed,
the only moment I want to live,
when you are with me!:)

Where you talk to me

I wake up to morning glory,
where the horizon is mine,
the sun comes to me,
the clouds talk to me,
I look up to the day,
where every moment is mine,
the time comes to me,
the moments talk to me,
I take up to the end,
where I share the joy,
of being one with you,
where you talk to me!

Horizon Mine

The mist of the morning, on my blanket,
refuses to keep me asleep any more,
the mauve tones of the morning sky,
getting brighter by minutes that die,
the silent chills of the breeze,
calls me to wake up for the day,
my eyes look above at the morning star,
looking beyond the boundaries I carve,
I look to the sky and draw a line,
I call it horizon mine,
yours can be beyond,
even more beautiful,
it can be near or far than mine,
I draw the line till I can reach,
not  necessarily  to compete,
I drench my face with few dew drops,
wipe it out and look afresh,
I put my eyes on the line I draw,
to see the rising Sun approch,
my line goes fade with the brighter star,
I merge my line with the line of the Star!