The tide of thought is a showcase of my expressions wanting to appeal to all age groups.

The river of time
Things come and go, nothing stays,
years come and go like days,
time floats by with the utmost grace,
it flies with supersonic grace;

Before you realize, things have changed,
how wonderfully this phenomena God has arranged;

You can stop the clock on the wall,
but time remains the same for all,
you can neither speed it up nor make it crawl,
but you can atleast not waste it in spate and brawl;

How precious time is-we remember not,
as time slid by, people forgot;

To control time-people crave ,
we can't stop it-only save,
with time we are born and we go to the grave,
those who don't care are called naive;

Time is precious-don't waste it,
it races by bit by bit;

When we realize its too late,
time is not small-only too great,
it doesn't slow or await,
never can it coagulate;

Times too precious-don't think its grime,
don't waste it in idleness or crime,
its a million bucks not a dime,
the eternal river of time!!

Then you said goodbye...
I walk through my bronze memory lanes,
My heart shattered like broken window panes;

I walk past the swings where we sat together,
The roof where in the rain we ran for shelter,
I walk into the house where we spent our time,
I walk to the table where we wrote our love rhyme,
I stroll to the window where we watched rainbows,
I see through it the very meadows,
Where we spent our afternoons in each others shadows,
Where we watched the sunset-the sun’s last glows,
I know, I remember,
That you said forever;

But now all there is, is a broken heart,
Those times we sailed together before drifting apart,
That music that you played before you went away,
That sunset, that sunrise-everyday,
I cry-no one hears,
My feeling flow in tears;

But you-you an unfinished drawing,
An incomplete piece that I can’t sing,
A day without a sun,
A winner without being number one,
A moonless night, A deserted sight,
You left me bleeding without thinking what’s right;

You left me like a leafless tree,
You’ve left behind my past, you left me,
You left e feeling like an outcast,
You-an absurd memory of the past;

Red waters
You’ve killed our unwritten story,
You’ve played on the strings of my heart,
Now you’ve struck the wrong key;

You said you had written my name on your heart,
Now you’ve rubbed it off;
You’ve killed our bond even before it could start;

Your tune in my mind I used to hum,
You’ve turned into the eclipse of my life,
But my sun will come;

I followed you, I was blind,
You’ve led me into darkness,
You’ve stabbed me from behind;

You took from me the light of life,
You’ve taken my air to breathe,
You’ve slit my heart with a knife;

You used my tears to wash away,
The fire of love that we lit,
But what of the marks that will always stay?

You’ve marked me with your poison fangs,
Now you’ve left me to die,
My heart still suffers pain pangs,
But I have no shoulder to cry;

You’ve left me in a river of blood, my blood,
You are a vampire-you’ve taken the blood out of me,
Of sorrow and depression there came a flood,
You didn’t even try to help me,
Like a vampire’s fangs, you’ve sucked your love away,
In my own blood and tear river you tried to drown me!

To forget or not......
On my neck hangs the heart you gave me,
But the ink of your love has vanished off the book of my life,
You are fading from my memory,
I cling to those memories as I do to my life,
They still fade……

You had held your hand out for me,
You’ve taken it back before I could touch you,
Everywhere I look-you I see,
But you vanish before I can hold you;

The frame holding the portrait of our love has broken,
The picture has fallen down,
The flowers you gave me have wilted,
You’ve snatched away my crown;

But, still, why do you hang in the shadows of my mind,
Why do you still live in the niche of my heart,
Just why can’t I leave you behind,
Even after we’ve gone apart?

Yet you disappear, as I come near,
You vanish out of sight,
To come to me, do you fear,
But reappear in my dreams each night;

When will you leave my memory tree,
Do I want you to go,
Do you still remember me,
I perhaps will never know;

You have me hypnotized and confounded,
My thirst for love, you’ve desiccated;

You still live in my mind and heart,
When I think of you I turn red,
For me you are an art,
While trying to forget you have I forgotten myself instead?
Have I?