Where do i turn to ?

The Earth is round,
Everywhere there is chaos and sound
A chap with a good Venus mound
Grief and sorrow are likely to be bound

A loner I am
Taking everything minutely
Afraid to touch light
Thinking it might burn my fingers right

I wonder how will I survive
In this world so material
Where hypocrisy is preached to be real

How can I say good
When the thing is awfully bad
How can I laugh in glee
When all I think is to flee

But since the world truly knows
A man can't live alone
And in a group shows how he shone

So be it,

Let the world go its own way
Help me O Lord to tread my path & happily sway.

Y Ganesh

Copyright ©2001 Y Ganesh

Traveller

a Traveller i am
going where my mood takes me
call me hippy
call me gypsy
i am happy where i go.
free of mortal bonds
to me nature only responds
i have seen the world around
water,hill and ground
i am out to seek a place
where the sacred heart dwells
where peace and tranquility coexists
everything we get is from his grace

Raindrop

To The Angel who inspired me to write this poem one rainy Day

The vast ocean, My abode,
Its variety which never bored

There came the zealous fiery star
Who soaked me up,And I began to char

Being his slave I moved,Handcuffed to befit his mood
His victims began to increase,The loneliness began to cease

One day he realized,We can't remain undersized
The day of renaissance came,Our huge frame made him lame

We spread ourselves in the sky,No one seeing him would sigh
We let ourselves free,And began falling down in a spree,

We covered the earth with fragrance,Peacocks danced with romance
My destiny was for a rose bud,I thought life was a dud

I hoped meeting the jolly stream,Gurgling with laughter and scream

Then came the fairest dame on earth
The rose I thought would make her scathe
She nipped the bud along with me,Which made me blush with glee

Pressing the bud on her lips,She gently placed a moist kiss
Which angels too would hate to miss.

Then she brought the bud to her bosom,Her heart beats getting louder
I prayed to God,"Make me an rain drop forever!"

Y Ganesh

Copyright ©2001 Y Ganesh

The Epitah

The Tears turned dry,
Fluttering of birds ceased,
Errie old monuments,
Stark back thru memories.

All of them they knew,
He was such a shrew
Now there he is dead,
Prayers beign read,

All his kit wept,
With dry tears that crept
His coffin was all bare
With only one candle to glare

Then prevailed an errie atmosphere
With the dark night unclear
On his grave laid his epitah,

Which read.

" R.I.P after all you'ad Done".

Y Ganesh

Copyright ©2001 Y Ganesh