I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You looked at me.
A bus, at the crowded station. The words,
who until that point had been waiting patiently in line, were
too close to the edge. Sucked into the air stream and
crushed unceremoniously beneath the grinding, metallic
I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.
You spoke to me.
I grasped at your words, snatching them from the balmy air,
desperately trying to take them and assemble them for my
own, personal use. But in the confusion they slipped
through my fingers. Gone.
I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.
You touched my hand.
Hazy, shimmering shoals of adjectives swam into my
consciousness. Excitedly, I caught one and held it close. At
last! But it wriggled free and shot off into the abyss.
I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.
You turned away.
Clarity came hurtling out of the darkness, crashing into my
vocabulary with force of a Pacific tsunami. There were the
words I’d been longing for, ready now, poised for action.
I love you!
Too late.
I did try to explain, but I couldn’t.

Time In A Bottle

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with…


moon and her friend

we get fatigued
seeking for moonlight..
don’t we?
we don’t welcome darkness.
do we?
light is the symbol of enthusiasm.
ever observed that
little star beside the moon?
he is a good old friend of her.
isn’t he?
but they never
come close to each other.
don’t know why!
yet they are not separated.
they never fade away..
they are together
the whole time..
i think relationships are
supposed to be
like this…

PS: i’m no poet. just tried to be one.

© manab

I Am That

I am
nothing more
but nothing less
I am not
who you think I am
I am not
who I think I am
I am
all that is
and all that is not
I am
neither defined
nor definable
neither finite
nor infinite
I am
that was never born
or ever died
I am
that has no word
to describe
that I am
I just

© manab

Ocean of Imagination

In this infinite ocean
of imagination
within which exist
infinite ripples
of imagination
Each ripple colliding with another
creating infinite ripples
of imagination
Ceaseless, eternal
no one ripple imagining the whole
yet forever and constantly
changing the whole
Out of this imagination
matter forms
out of this imagination
matter is destroyed
The big bang
just one more ripple,
The black hole just a ripple
colliding with another
And so God said
Let their be light
And there was light ….

© manab

O Heart, why do you have to Cry like this??

When The Cloud of Pain Engulfed,
When the Shadow of Sorrow Waved.
When the Tear Drop reached the Eye-Lid,
When the Lonely heart was worried.
Then I somehow told my Heart,
Why do U need to cry, Dear Heart?
In This World, it always happens,
All these Deep Silences that are there,
have been Enforced by time on every one
Little Sorrowfulness is in every Story,
Little Sunshine is a part of every one’s
Your Eyes are wet for no Reason,
Every Moment there’s new Weather in
all Seasons.
Why do you have to lose great Moments
like This?
O Heart, why do you have to Cry like

© manab

Dunno, What sort of Secret it is??

A Thought That hasn’t still reached Lips,
Just Peeks from the Eyes.
Sometimes from you, Sometimes from
me, it Asks for Some Words,
After Wearing, it just might reach the
Putting Arms in Arms of love, it Flaunts,
But the Special Thought that it is.
It’s full of most special feelings,
As if, as a Fragrance floats in the Air.
The Fragrance Devoid of any Sound,
of which You are Aware.
& Even I am aware.
It can never be hidden from the world,
Don’t know, what sort of secret it is !!

© manab


What is the point in burning oneself
To make a few wisps of smoke,
When the swirling gusts of smiling time
Will scatter them with a careless stroke?
Desperately, some meaning in life
It’s our vanity that makes us see;
Life is too busy in living itself,
To indulge your little fantasy.
Not that I know not that life
Is no more than what I can see,
Yet the mind keeps fooling itself,
That this cannot be all that can be.
No deeper meaning awaits your quest,
The rainbow ends in a place empty,
The leaden pain of a gnawing heart
Is all that your reward will ever be..

© manab

The Road not Taken – Robert Frost – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert  Frost 1874–1963

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