Those Good Memories in Bad Days...

The Rumbling Ride that scared of all,
The meaning of hell not at all,
The swings taught to feel,
What life really means.

Right out Right in,
Swaying by the evil sin,
The ups and downs only brings us within...

... In closer to cry like never said,
For that's the only moment we held our breath.

The silk of passion taste's like tangy purple,
Where left from sowing smiles towards the road of experience,

Now right out and in,
With the purest gift been.

The love I feel by your smile, voice & presence,
Lies on earth in your arms of sorrows and joy,
Every smile and a move looks for a bit,
Like a trance from within,
That seeding trance like so perfect,
Made it never to feel.

Every day and this moment,
Might feel the wait for just a glimpse,
of you... of you... of you.

- Cheragh Todiwala

The Seed Graph

As simple as life of a seed,
Lucky are the one's to feel it indeed,
As exited as the child in the seed,
Capable of feeling the Joy of the first oxygen feed.

Completely surrendered with lack of meditation,
Falling onto the ground with a sole intention,
Intention of responsibility and a surrendered goal,
Shoot; Grow; Bear Fruit or simply burn to charcoal.

Jumping in joy and the five senses going no where,
Swimming in a small pool of yearn and joy,
Take a peak and now it's time to remember,
For the seed in us still awaits to grow.

                                                                       Cheragh Todiwala.

That Cage of Happiness...

On a boastful day in a ravaged city,
Shinning impatience as if sustaining immortality,
At a red moment it caught the gaze,
The flushing happiness in that cage.

The cheap alloy cramped in heat,
Filled in smiles on a corrugate seat,
Jumping peanuts on the dusty alloy,
Centered four friends in their feast of joy,

In this paradox with them; we and me,
We'd space, breeze and closeness to see,
The cribbing soul of corrupt being,
Shall always be in the fight of need,

I need; We need and so We need,
Life's as such that we bought this seed,
We believe that happiness is a deal,
So was the cage so real?

That cheap cage had nothing to deal,
But just four friends in a state of mind that we lack to seem
Was just happiness of purest love,
Far away for all ordeal.
                                                                                                    - Cheragh Todiwala.

Recreation Destination

Living on a roll of destination,
May be the zone of recreation,
Life's just great to be; the recreation destination.

In the mind of feeling first,
Living on the deal to be must,
Run on run towards a smack of dust.

Living life not it's color,
Mixed feelings of a happy shade,
The craving addiction towards killer,
Longing for the happiness cage,
Towards a flight of a carefree manor,
Holding a lonely rage,
A moment freedom trying to attaining one's own sage.

Cramped, Trapped, with fright to loose,
Loosing ones own momentary days,
Meeting flying fairies on a golden goose,
The illusive nights never so days,
The day world anyway feels like a muse,
The cared the concern crack the maze,
The endless need with a fright to loose.

Living on a roll of destination,

May be the zone of recreation,

Life's still great to be; the recreation destination.

The lonesome need to be one,

One with the only one,

Strayed away from the sun,

Dark enthralls,

Lurking depths amaze all,

The loved appall,

The dark of all.

Lived on a roll of destination,

Was the to be zone of recreation,

Life swept across; recreation destination.

                                                                                               Cheragh Todiwala...

The Smile Three Days Ago

Looked around all eyes,
A walking passerby all eyes,
The eyes the lust,
The eyes the passion,
The eyes the Sigh.

There she's with her body to show,
But her eyes have a different story, Don't they know?
At the bar and now the coffee,
The eyes follow most are droopy.

I gazed in her eyes,
She'd never shy away,
But with a surprise,
She really smiled that day,
I'd wish her smile after that every day,
I'd wish and hope she laughs her life this way.

                                                                      - Cheragh Todiwala.

From Where I'd Crawl

The soil from I,
Swayed ahead to the Lords lullaby,
When in air, the air the Lord,
Wounded now with ones own sword.

The sword A-mine,
Hurt and blamed O-divine,
I smelt the soil when A-fall,
Brought back memories from where I'd crawled.

                                                                           - Cheragh Todiwala.

Life Cycle...

The Ray that lead to Sight,
The Sight to Fear,
Fear to Courage,
Courage to Failure,
Failure to Strength,
Strength to Courage,
Courage to Success,
Success to Ego,
Ego to Damage,
Damage to Denial,
Denial to One-self,
Oneself to Destruction or Modesty,
Destruction to End and Modesty too late.
                                                                                          - Cheragh Todiwala.