Him

A dreamer, he was.
a warm heart and
a contagious smile!
His clear eyes, knew
tears better than
anyone, eager to
find the truth...
And a voice like a
long lost melody...
Yet to discover a
beautiful mystery-
Himself!

8, he was.

He had the books,
the brown eyes
eager to sell them.
The thin hands
stuck here to work
for dirty money,
There were others too,
small fights and
helpless tears rolling
down as his hand
held the books tight,
the blurry eyes
with tears staring
at the horizon...
irony cannot be
more well defined.

Howl...

It was a dark night,
a dim street light,
he was on the road,
a shade of white.
It was so silent,
he was looking above
and howling loud and long
into the space, his own
slang into the black.
As he calmed down,
I screamed a 'hi' back!
He looked at me, wagged
and then slept peacefully!

Pie!

It was gloomy
and the sun was
burning the skin,
time was so slow
that she could feel
each second pass by
with a silent goodbye!
Patterns of her facial
muscles didn't matter
anymore, she wants
a crispy crust and
a delicious fill
to her life!

Rope

Girl on a rope.
She lives there,
sleeps, eats, dances
on the rope but
never once noticed
the rope had twists!
Her never ending music or
the push and the pull or
her perpetual resonant dance!
and more and more she
could do and finally felt the
intertwined impression on her
pale pale feet!
She stared at the rope for
days and weeks,
confusion and fear visited her often,
she was craving to know
the missing piece,
that she is the
twisted rope!

Hazy moon

Lamps lit white as white,
You see all the colours
which brings no delight,
Eyes weared out, of the
compelling perceptions,
constrained to see
what you want to see...
At the end of the day,
eyes gets soothed
when you look at the
black blue above you
and the hazy moon
staring at you!

My face

I am the stage
I am the player.
Each and every
soul reflects on me,
my incandescence.
I can be anyone.
I can be no one.
Faces I have,
a million of them
But the soul is
left, hard as brick
after every whip
without a grip
,still not rip
nor a drop to sip.
I see it,
Clear as dog eyes,
I see it,
My face.

Into the keyhole

Feel the warm wind,
eyes closed , in the dark terrace.
Slump into my own world
and gaze into the infinity.
Billions of stars,
make me go blank,
shows me how small
but vital I can be!
residing in my head
under a light bulb!,
as the terrace door is locked
and warden has the keys!

THE LINE

Craving of the soul,
magic of the gut,
the game is played
to the extremes of the universe
with revolting thoughts
deep into the chasm
and the line, which
cages them all!
The passion, the fear,
the thrill and the magic,
so deep, driving
into the abyss,
the line broken,
the beast unveiled!
Look at it
straight in the eye
and see yourself
standing in the void
holding the leash !

Dark!

The dance of rain
and the swirling wind,
Its pitch dark around
with the howling sound!
In the silent night filled
with the storm,
peeps the darkest side
of the soul at peace,
like a shadow in the dark,
Spreading its wings!

IT SAID

There I was, walking
in a street.
Rain came pouring down
Without a greeting !
Umbrella is in the car,
my mind recalled.
I ran through
the water strings,
reached the car
half wet!
Searching for the
umbrella ,quarter dry
STOP said my intuition
and told me
" you better listen
to the music of rain,
feel them on your face,
smile at the clouds,
enjoy the caress of nature
and get a cold, sneezing
the next day
instead of this
Head rush ! ".

147

Laugh, love, cry,

colour, status, looks,

money, education, bonds,

push, pull, life!

Escape into a trance

with friends and books.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

sacred ground into 

a grave yard...

Bullets and gunpoints,

exploding human brains.

Their eyes saying 

humanity failed,

heart wanting to die,

mouth crying off 

the unbearable pain,

witnessing the extinction

of my own species

by my fellow kin,

anger of wanting

this to change dying

along with the 147...

Defeat

i love doing something,
i keep doing it,
i know i am good at it.
one day, another person
is also good at it.
he is my arch nemesis,
i feel, for a second.
i lost my passion 
for something that second.
this is defeat. and
i learnt that external
factors shouldn't even
touch me. 

her

she had a glistening curious eye
yearning to see magic.
her barren feet dusty enough
showed that she grew from
this ground.
was rolling a long thread round 
a string in patterns possible
and suddenly noticed me noticing.
i was out of the library on
the mud with earphones high,
my eyes resisting to turn away
from her as my mind was silenced.
she gave me a smile gentle enough
for me to smile back, walked away
with something in her mind.
i couldn't help it but my mind
kept flashing every colour of
human race which is
dimming her life.

wondering!

Wondering wondering wondering 

where its leading me.

no peace of soul

restless brain.

the unstoppable heart

keep changing the beat.

a highly unstable magnetic field,

attracting in every direction

now and then.

the constant passing of clouds, 

makes the heart curious

to know the constant cloud.

sitting on the floor'

staring into the air,

and wondering.