A potter's smile

As the wheel rotates b'neath his hands
he creates pottery out of land
it spins with shapes of beautiful kind
that formed apart in his mind

cups n bowls n glasses n pots
he turns around the earthen clods
transforms them into his sweat and blood
his hands caked with sodden mud

burnt brown and fingernails black
those hands go on,they never slack
build wares and burn them in the kiln
and paint on them colourful skin

but of all the pottery made in while
the beauty lies in his pleasured smile
enchanting how hard he works to live
still manages that satisfaction puckering his lips

and we who buy those crafted piece
pay less to b happy but more to please
and lest it crumbles and breaks on the floor
we couldnt care less of the love it holds

of the sweat and the blood of those burnt brown hands
those created figures out of sodden lands
amidst the bowls and craftsmanship
we bought a smile from his lips

the TINK story

a lone figure sits atop the knotted tree,she looks at the moon and sighs
the glowing beauty flutters its wings,like an angel poised in flight
the seconds tick away with the flowing river,the wind rustling through her hair
she waits for no one,she waits for him,the one she knows who doesnt care

her beloved peter pan would soon return,from where his beloved lives
and for the day he will b hers,till the sun permits
she will play,she will dance,she will sing,and she will fly
she will laugh,she will swing,let her feet touch the sky

he is her one and only love,since eternity opened its eyes
but he found it with wendy,the girl of far far away premise
the envy cuts upon her broken heart,but she can only sigh
for holding her true love for herself,would make it all lies

so she lets him go night by night,across the moon he leaps
to wendy and her brothers,who wait for him,after their parents go to sleep
and off he goes when the darkness creeps in,brings wendy and the boys
and they play and talk,and laugh and fly,leaving tinker to sit and sigh

she knows that this is never never land,here there is no such thing as time
but wendy belongs to that place where,people grow old and sublime
she hurts for peter,she hurts for wendy,sometimes more than she hurts for herself
they would not b together forever,for wendy is a human,and peter,an elf

and one day she will have peter,day and night,all to herself
but his first love would always b wendy,and with her his thoughts would dwell
so she wonders if it is good or bad,to eagerly await that fall
gor then he will always be with her,and yet,oh so far!!

Thought of the moment

"Sometimes you make mistakes

and sometimes mistakes make you"

A time to succeed

i hope to see the sunshine before my world goes dark
i wish to climb the mountain before i lose the spark
i pray to be my best till i reach the mark
i want to glide the endless sky flying like the lark

i know my dreams are mine they belong to no one else
they flow in my blood,my body,my brain cells
they in me,a part of me in them,dwells
raising a ruckous like a thousand chattering gazelles

on and on through day and nite they go non stop
and on and on they spin my mind like a toy top
mushrooming within me a galaxy of wishful thoughts
and i slave my body to reach my soul's sacred spot

i know one day i will get what i strive for
but i want the lust to continue till i reach that far
i pray the hunger lasts till i heal my scar
i want to taste the sweetness of success before it turns sour