APJ- The dream Man of the century (in memory of a rare meeting 23.11.2008 at DPSMUN)

Like a new dawn of realization
dawning on us
You stand there as rising sun .
permeating the hue of ur character
you are the strength in simplicity
reverberating from each strand of ur being
the rejuvenation of the spirit of action
even my old bones revive an energy
and i stand there in awe
as you walk past
as if you r a nonentity
u kindle my numbing spirits.
Shimmering energy revitalized in your undaunted persona
elevating our spirits to scale heights
arousing in us the sense of sincerity
we stand there committed to our dream
the dream to excel!
the dream to be the cause of excellence
not only to dear and near ones
but to be to the humanity!
we thrive on the pearls of wisdom u throw
the subtle impact of your serene persona
we emulate the  love u exude

with the aura of utmost sensitivity
you speak so much of children that
the child in me is awaken
enthusing me to do what i can
with whatever i have
you are the source of inspiration to many
tapping the right spot in the soul
instilling us to elevate ourselves
to be the genuine denizens of our era!

To the stentorian of my heart

TO THE STENTORIAN!
You the stentorian in my heart,
Hard and fuelled by impulse,
Speaks with silent eloquence,
And discreet persuasion.
Whilst I unheeded the voice so intense,
Vociferously it manifested itself
Plunging into my psyche,
Coercing me to caution that
Proximity assiduously promotes obsession,
‘Beware of the apparently benign bond
That may leave you staring bewildered,
At the apathetic callousness
Of seeming intimate!’
It happened several times
When I found solace
In a compatible companion!
Like a well wisher it pleads me
To retract my decision to carry on.
But then life is perfect master
Trains me with hurts and pains
Respite, is the lesson I learned
As this clique teaches a lesson or two
With their façade surfacing with urgency.
But then I take it all in my stride,
As time is a perfect healer
This process of my churning
Teaches me to accept my own self, that
I am inept before the power of loving manners
And leaving myself at the mercy of fate.
Though getting hurt at the hypocrisy,
I cherish with inimitable joy,
Of living through each of them.
I script this story in perfect blue,
Brining to light the soul of each association
pronouncing that i love my life!