The Midnight Walker of Watkins Lane- A dark tale of love and desire.

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My Future Wife

I may not die today but will not live forever...
My love for you but, will die never.
I might not express...I might not say
I love you but, yester..tomorrow or today.

Far you are...a thousand mile.
But still my name cause a silent smile.
You wait for me I know, I do too
You love me and I love you.

Its hard for us to stay apart
But it too is a good fine art
And when on time, we both will meet
With a kiss, a hug and fast heartbeat.

The best time will be of our life..
When I will meet you my future wife
And then we will make memories together
We will be one then and forever.

My 'Happy' Birthday

I may live long they wished
And wished to get whatever I may 
I am special they said and made me feel..
Because it was my 'happy' birthday..

Happy it was and they made it happier... 
A day to cherish and always to remember. 
Happy it was and they made it great...
A day that ended in a smiling slumber...

I was new and had my friends left to a race..
But found some best ones at a stranger place..
Each one so good and simply great...
I wish we never ever displace...

We may be friends forever, I wished...
And wished to get whatever we may,
We are special I said..and made you feel,
Because it was my 'happy' birthday...

The Demons

Oh yes Ye..the best of humans..

I met the better one last night...the demons.

They live in darkness and dark are they..

But stab from front ...not like ye.

They have one face... wear no mask..

 Lesser an evil and have a few cruel task..

They  never roam in  light...and are not as free...

And they harm just for need ...not like thee.

Oh yes Ye..the best of humans..

I met the better one last night...the demons.

Forever they live but are still so few...

Ye die each day...and yet renew..

They know the limit...they have there time..

And need not greed is the thing of prime.

They are all different...yet all same..

Not like thee..they live with an aim.

Oh yes Ye..the best of humans..

I met the better one last night...the demons.

Where the Mind is Free

I have been to a place,

Where the mind is free...

Away from the world,

And away from me.

I have been to a place,

Where the heart is pure...

Where the worries step down,

And the problems find cure.

I have been to a place,

Where the mind is free...

Where the silence is amazing,

And the words make merry.

I have  been to a place,

Where is only the solitary peace...

Where the brain, the heart and the body,

Have no one to please.

I have been to a place,

Where the mind is free,

Away from the world...

And away from me.

I have been to a place,

Meant just for me and no other...

I have been to the safest place,

And its the lap of my mother.

The Brown Eyed Boy

Down from the memory lanes...I still remember,
My schooling years' that last December...
And that last day mixed with tears and joy,
When my eyes searched for that... crazy... brown eyed boy.

There...I saw him..standing with his favorite girl,
And on my cheek was dropped a rolling precious pearl...
My heart and me...then...were left like a broken toy,
Because I loved...that...'taken' brown eyed boy.

'Taken' he was...from... the time since I ever saw,
But still love knows...no rules and law.
'Taken' he was....and that thing...I wanted to kill and destroy,
Because I madly...wanted...my stupid....brown eyed boy.

Full of attitude and a bit of flirt...
He had in him....but.... that little good heart...
And his last sight was worse than the blazing troy,
Because Far away...was going...my smiling... brown eyed boy.

Down from the memory lanes..I still remember,
My schooling years' that last December...
And that last night full of tears..no joy,
When a girl slept crying...for that crazy... brown eyed boy....
When a girl was waiting...and is still..waiting for her..brown eyed boy.

The Return

Through the long nostalgic roads that made him go rewind,   

Through the dusty winds that sometimes made him blind...       

And through the routes that were left often forgone,

The midnight walker's walk is again on.

He has seen, on his silent walk, the bloody rain,

The crying eyes and those secret pain...

He has seen them going somewhere far,

And had seen some scariest scar.

Years have gone, though, and the people have changed,

The old comes back, but they never sensed...

And wen it happens, it happens to deceive,

They are left in awe, but never ready to believe.

The midnight walker who was there to stay,

Is back again with a different play...

Is back again with a stronger mind,

Is back to walk on the road he left behind.