table of derivatives

On a lonely Monday morning if someone walks by your window…
Searching for me…
My name is devotion…

When I come to you, dusk, and when I abandon, call me dawn…
On a winter noon, if it snows…
Imprint… my name prayer…

On a fall evening…
To brighten life, you arrived…
When you laugh, the rising sun…
When you hug, the colorful rainbow…
Sit close by me, when the day arrives…
Kiss a golden sunshine …
I ll carry the warmth, they ll be colors all around me…
Call me gratitude…

On a spring morning…
You arrived…
With hope, help me weave the garlands…
Changing the dead thuds with musical greetings…
My name is surprise…

On a busy Saturday afternoon…
When you arrived, surprised…
When you hugged…
Call me love…

On a Saturday evening…
I have you…
Recognize me, I am today…
Call me thankful…

On a sleepy Monday morning…
The day breaks the deadbeats of the night,
You wake me and bring me a smile,
Your voice, solace…
My silence, submission…
Call me yours.

the quotient rule

On a shooting star i wish everyday,
that please let tomorrow be unlike today,
let tomorrow be a better day, let me have my own way,
in my life- a little of my own say,
but,
when my wish comes true at the end of that day,
i wish again-god,
please let tomorrow be unlike today,
for once lead me the correct way,
teach me to overcome dismay,
give me the patience to enjoy sun's each ray,
and when i come to end this day,
let-oh! please let there be no tomorrow to call... today...

implicit differentiation

I haven't seen you,
i have felt you...deep in my soul....
you have struck the chords of my heart...
whenever i have met you...
its like waking up from a dream...
reach me someday and make this fantasy a reality,
and if not, then harden these tears that incessantly flow,
oh please shower some rain on the dying desert rose...

parametric differentiation

This is: a dream,
a fantasy,
a waste.

here,
what is true ?
-and not?

the heart lead,
what i could-i did,
wrong or correct,
maybe someday i will....think.

when the drop fell,
on the hardened lips,
the heart--it felt,
it whispered...

what?

this: is a dream, a fantasy, a waste.

here,
what is true?
-and not?

all is...real!

the chain rule

Walking away ...with whatever is left
the remaining pride and Honor, have kept
the tears in the corners of my eyes, haven't yet wept
the thoughts of yesterday,haven't yet left...

walking away...with whatever i brought
the happiness... you gave to me and i to you,
the laughter...we shared,
the sorrows...we grieved,
of lost loves and forgotten friends...
its a habit i have formed.

so walking away...this time it should be easy...
like i have been running away from all...
turning away from reality...
remaining in love,is a concept completely lost.

every moment, movement...
maybe you are back...the sun shines behind me...
and i am staring into shadows...
carrying on...

walking away...
things slipping off...time flies by,
and then the time stands still,
and everything is a reminder...
the darkness of night,
the raindrops that fall,
the sun after a shower,
the chill in the wind,
the solitude of my room,
the people i know,
the words that i speak,
the voices that i hear,
the meaning of words,
the breath that i take,
the mirror i stare into,
everything.

walking away...from all this and more.

forever and a day.

maxima and minima

hopelessly as i tried to undo the wounds...
thousands of promises and tantrums...
you drifted away oblivious of all...
leaving only the echo of my voice to reach back to me...
how can i hope for the past to return back...
for time to turn back...
time passes by, days are gone too,
months creep off, years crawl away too,
what is left behind are the feelings left misunderstood,
and heads bowed in your love...
waiting for the leaves on the path to rustle...
the tapping of your footsteps...
returning back to me...