I try to superimpose myself into other people's mind and sometimes birds and animals too.
I always end up coming out with a kind feeling!

YEARS ago we were made to travel in a spaceship to find our Never Land. I found mine to be no less than heaven though full of solitude. A tall white statue of mine in the middle of the place was a matter of surprise. I feel it waiting for me all this while.

In the silence of the night I go outside.

A dozen flying saucers races down the horizon.

The sky is painted red and the air smells murky.

The moon tonight is burning in violet flames.

A beastly man in pain howls under its backdrop.

I upturn my collar and pull my hair back.

My overcoat flutters annoyingly in the wind,

so I hold them tight face down.

I see my pointed boots made for the kill.

I ascend my black carriage and pull the leash.

A pair of mustangs is all it takes to keep me afloat.

Each whip that bites kites me higher.

Naked woods seem to stretch forever and,

the forest buzzes like some hornets nest.

woods twist and bend in alarming speed making way.

They close behind quickly: the forbidden wood!

The abattoir awaits me like a slut.

I perform my ritual without a blink...

WHO?

So you called me again?

To raise me from nowhere.

To see me while you blind.

To hear my secret sermon.

While your eardrums numb.

Shh... it's only for you!

I am not a ghost.

No don't kneel!

I am not God either,

You have powerful questions.

Why seek answer?

I present you visions.

Visions that messiah claim to have seen!

They are incredible... ain't they?

I see tears streaming down.

Now look around.

Don't panic!

That's the elevation phenomenon.

You deviate from the feel

and you land on planet earth.

You can't force it now.

You still seek answers...

Don't try to tread here boy.

An infinite moment of space rest here.

you become but a medium,

for several great souls to pass through.

You can never have enough here

though we provide less!

Many tried and lost themselves.

No help could pull them back

from the truth they encountered.

Neither could they relate it.

For it needs more than words.

The worldly existence will be,

no more than a tricky dream!

Those who have had success

strangely decided to keep mum.

The quest... with all its toils,

too desirous in the beginning

and too sacred in the end.

I think they must have realized.

The truth discovered is greater

than religion or any notion by men!

Many weep and many choose to die.

For to return would be worse.

The secret is worth best

when kept in the heart,

in silent understanding while it glows.

Like thousand stars from within.

Equal to million orgasms.

Leaving lasting peace almost near to death.

Anyways, they have no choice.

And we don't force.

It becomes one open secret.

One will need more than words.

Didn't I tell you before?

PlAyIn' GoD...

When passion springs forth with each flap of wings.

And mind races with the guaranteed speed of a wild cat.

My fingers tremble to run the untold story!

Characters queue to meet their fate.

Each conspiring to turn their virtual life

more meaningful then that ever stood!

Making the God in me difficult...

KiTe...

Like a Kite controlled below

I tear heights to reach above.

The wind plays gentle with me

But silence loud.

The color blue enchants me

while the earth tempts me.

I steal each loosened thread

to soar further above.

Now aerial beings tease me.

They dance at their own will

while I remain navigated.

I jerk hard to break control

and when it does...

I am free with a momentary freedom

tied down to fall though... the bitter truth!

The last dance is what I'll cherish

forever together with emptiness,

the silence and the truth.

Destined to fall I make sure

I do it beautifully.

Like a moth I dash against this flame

For me this moment becomes important

then my precious short life!

Like a feather suspended from heaven

I make one best descend to truth,

I dance in the notes of the moment

realizing life is but one upward thrust

hurled from some might below.

ThE ThInKiNg TiGeR…

The shrill cry of a nearby prey wakes me from my deep slumber. I yawn and stretch my body slowly moving toward a dry wood. I dig my claws stretching on hind legs and drag them down drizzling claw dust on forest ground. I repeat the act over and over again till my claws glisten in the morning light. I growl and roar which sets the fouls cackle on tree tops warning jungle folks.

Its noon now and I am immensely thirsty. I can simply walk straight and quench my thirst from the common pond but that would disturb the crowd having good time over fresh vegetation. I wait for another two hours piercing my vision on the movement of one approaching healthy deer. I had purposely planted myself amidst thick growth with lots of fresh sprouts and twigs and buds. I lash my tail rigorously almost holding my breath least it might startle the approaching being in nervous agitation! Nibbling and snorting the poor deer thrusts his horns deeper in the weeds only to bear open one last sad vision of his life time … a pair of cold eyes that the devil would love to possess!

A brief struggle follows for another half a mile for a dime of a time. Fear indeed runs faster than life! Settling dust settles the curios minds of his kind on the other side of the bank. Now they can graze peacefully for sometime at the cost of one of their lives. One life ends while nourishing another!

I drag my prize to my favorite place. I especially like the rustling sound of the stream nearby my den while having my feast under the soothing shade of an old banyan tree.

Soon circling shadows slowly take forms as they descend like some unearthly beings taking turns feverishly to distract me and steal enough flesh their beaks can carve off. Now hyenas with downcast sly eyes circle around sniffing uncontrollably and squeaking feverishly in desperation. More ugly ones join the pack.

Now they bark at me almost yelling at me to leave the carcass for their ever hungry stomach. I lick blood. One of them has the audacity to walk in with heightened alertness and runs for his life the moment I spring upon him. As I dig my sharp canine set in his fragile spine the forest echoes in one ugly most terrifying cry. I catch hold of some more tearing blood in the heat and dust of the moment. I see the carcass being taken away in shreds to some distance while a sea of gluttonous eyes corners me . They gather courage from their numbers strength while having no faith in themselves. Yet they are powerful now though each one of them shivers inside. Some push the weaker ones forward who snarl at me with their tails tugged between their shivering limbs. Their eyes show more protest than madness. I charge and all of a sudden I get to hear more yelps while each tries to save his back. But still some manage to wound me and the blood seems to burn their volatile greed! They go so mad but only till I lose my mind scattering their lives like some plague. They whimper and back away and I carrying my remaining breath, I leave this mocking yet dangerous battle field.

I know I will fall old some day but I'll make sure I don't get into their sick bellies.

The recess awakes you from your splurge.

Sometimes in life I think we get stranded like a piece of wood near the roaring shore. It just seems you were very much part of the mischievous activities a lil' while ago... storming and swaying together with the waves. All of a sudden you find the water receding and you are stranded. There is no movement. The Sun quickly absorbs all association you had with the sea and heats you dry. It almost seems impossible seeing the vast stretch of sand between you and your destiny. All you can do is wait for the tides to rise or a strong wind. Come night and nocturnal beings buzz, flap and crawl around you. You look up and see stars bloom and fade with each passing night. You turn philosophical or rather ask questions to your self without any need of definite answer. Suddenly one fine day you are lifted without any touch of water but by something dry. Someone tries to test his strength and so flings you with all his might. You of course splash where you had longed for and try to push yourself away from the shore but you are awake somewhere new.

End of the Tunnel...

It starts with a dot in the heat of passion.

And everything conspires to lodge you safe.

Trillions rush to give you shape

while every minute that ticks-off swells you.

As weeks run by...

Million tubes connect to nurture you.

Sometimes late at night while the

mother dreams. You dream too.

Dream of the unseen world!

It's untouched and pure inside

because even the air is unshared.

Unadulterated peace rests in your sleep

that a hermit would love to meditate with.

This state of yours knows no pain.

Until the end of the tunnel,

where you gasp for air

and light seems to hurt.

You bring smiles...

On Peaks.

The cold chooses to blanket me

while my soul burns inside.

Stars above lights the darkness

while the moon Hallows.

I close my eyes and see

people parade right before my eyes.

Those that touched me in places I remember.

Memories dance like notes of melodies

and they seem like not worth dying for.

I wish I could live forever...

to relive them over and over again.

I open my eyes and see

jaded ice scape in front of me.

There is a trickle of some sort

and snowballs lollop into sleepy lake.

A lone eagle circles like some angel.

I wish I could fly...

to see the world sleeping.

Life on earth is Beautiful!

Symphony of LoVe...

We used to let the rains do the talking as they would talk nineteen to the dozen on our umbrella tops. We used to let the forest on either sides do the whispering as leaves would rustle in some sort of perfect harmony with the wind and the rain. Street lamps spaced at different intervals along our lonely path hung like string of precious stones would decorate the bosom of the night. On such night we used to clasp our hands together and they would generate warmth of love. Your head would rest on my shoulder and it would seem like freeing you from your worldly weight at least for sometime. Keeping one another happy meant everything. Your lovely feet would distort the moon's reflection on those shimmering lil' blue pools while shedding drops of water they would look angelic. Lightening would flash open the secrets of the night as our lips explored each others. We would giggle and run like thieves and that's what I call a symphony of love in crescendo.

IN LiFe most of the times we are like those prisoners sentenced to life imprisonment... that's why we are forever seeking that secret hollow wall in a hope to break through and escape!

JuSt because I make you laugh does not mean that I am a ClOwN.

May be you are laughing at yourself!

OuT iN tHe BlUe....

Silence did speak louder yesterday. The mighty ocean composed of tiny grains of sand, lil' drops of water and ever merging countless thin ripples! At first the enchanting vast stretch of water under the looming backdrop of equally infinite sky looked like as if I was watching a movie on mute. Far away some large boats circled around a rusty mettalic ship. Near the beach scattered groups of happy faces were having some good time. A white couple hand in hand with colorful hats were simply drifting away from the crowd and I envied their solace. My feet enjoyed every warmth and coolness that the sand had to provide as I neared the water. A huge wave rolled and crashed against my being jostling my body with force and that's when my movie was no longer played in mute.

I decided to move further deep and I saw another leaping wave approaching me. This time I had to look up as they crashed and threw me away. I laughed screwing my nose at the same time spilling large amount of salty water from my mouth. And lo! before I could recover the ocean gave me more in gallons. This time I was furious like a child who has just been pushed down and laughed at. I went deeper and shouted at those forming waves that came like a shark showing only the tip portion of its existence. This time I lifted my body and decided to sway with it. The waves gently lifted me up to some height and left my body to enjoy the floating sensation as they went past and hit the shores with crashing sound. The sight was truly beautiful! From then on I felt like a child asking for more from the giant hands that throw him up in the air.

I swam and swam and swam till I felt hungry. I let the waves push and throw my body to the beach and which they did in rhythm. I let the water play the hit and run game as the sun warmed my body. I clutched and watched the sand in my hands as my thoughts went past Gulliver, Crusoe and Hanks.

It was time for food and how hungry I was! I think I ate like those savage men. Smacking my lips with the back of my hand after drinking a glassful of water was really satisfying. I rolled a cigarette on my lips which I had kept for this perfect moment. Now, lying down on a swinging hammock and to watch the movie in mute was perfect bliss. Silence was getting louder. They gave thoughts to my pen.

Running thoughts...

I hit the road early morning and put my favorite record on. With sleepy eyes I scan the air like a lazy shark. Neon lights interweave from different angles deepening darkness and brightening contours of city landscape. Silence humbles every life here and the car as if acknowledging the fact simply purrs and glide gently along the chosen path. I smell life as we cross the river. How I wish if I could walk freely under water and say hello to water beings! The morning breeze runs softly across my face like a tickling feather and my lips half-break into smile. The earth sets in motion for another spin, speeding its way toward another revolution. It's December now and I am ready with my open wings to plunge into river 9ine. One thing I learnt this year is that the battle gets tougher before its arrival, gets over before you notice it and the funny thing is you are still busy fighting for no apparent reason.

I believe sometimes we human beings act like a blind man in a corner of his small room. The blind man thinks he does not require any light and he further darkens his world. He likes to remain in his favorite chair and feel unlucky, miserable and sees those around who can see with hate and jealousy. He walls himself in a corner thinking that more space would mean more trouble for his centre of attraction is the fear of losing his favorite chair while he wanders about. The room breathes stale air for he dislikes any outside interference.

How nice it would be for him if he could just walk outside and forget brooding about on his favorite chair. There is so much the world has to offer. The only thing he needs to do is to receive them with open arms. Then the sound of birds and animals, the hullabaloo of busy lives would keep him busy. The sun and the moon would nestle around him like a caring snake. The wind and the rain would excite him like the touch of a woman. Food and wine moreover taste better when you are tired and hungry. Add to it a lively conversation which is actually better than a movie. With soft music in the stillness of the night the experience can be expressed only in terms of bliss. Lastly, sleep... a wonderful gift from the creator where for one time you are left only with yourself. Really, it all depends on how you think and the rest follows accordingly.

Looking back...

We couldn't live together nor without each other.

And each year that passed seemed just like another.

And like everything that goes up we came down.

We crashed and shattered but without any sound.

We just didn't end up being together.

And what a way to last forever.

DEA(f)TH...

He came to take me

on a black sabbath day.

With rituals under cover,

he gave me no words to utter.

There was a full moon on the sky.

Someone walked across me.

It was just another day

with so much left to see.

What a surprise?

I heard a shot.

There was noise outside the window.

Someone slipped into a room.

I looked around.

I saw unhappy faces.

I had a warm feeling.

I looked down.

It was blood smiling warmly at me,

soaking my underpants.

I collapsed.

Is this what they call death?

I thought.

I had a dizzy feeling.

My lil' world revolved around me.

There were shrieks and cries.

I opened my eyes for one last time.

I saw images flickering like a candle.

Blank!

I heard shouts but 'twas too late.

Someone closed my lids.

I could hear the siren.

I heard footsteps quite close by.

Some hands lifted my body.

I felt light like a feather.

I opened my eyes again.

Death was staring at me

I said, ' who the hell shot me?'

REPORT CARD

My daddy was asked to sign a paper
but his hands got shaky on the paper.
No. It was not cold.
In fact, he is very bold.
No. He was not nervous.
In fact, he is quite boisterous.
'Daughter you make me proud',
is wat he'd cried in a crowd.
I stood first again in my class
and still I wore no glass.
He was in his finest suite.
He was looking very cute.
His hat slanted in a perfect style,
his face was full of naughty smiles.
Tears trickled down his cheeks
and he pinched my red cheeks.
'Twas quite a lot of bliss
to seal his lips with a kiss.
We left the room hand in hand
heading toward the motor stand.

Staunch...

I rest my forehead on my finger tips.

Rings of smoke still linger around them.

Breaking locks they slither through my curly hair.

They touch some of my sticky thoughts.

So they quickly slide down my forehead.

I press my closed lids with my palms.

It's soothing!

I rub my cheeks up and down.

The remorse is felt in pumping region.

I feel the rumble like some static movement.

They run upward like some molten lava.

I cup my breaking mouth obstructing snivels.

I succeed for a while.

The molten lava moves further upward

and my fingers rush to hold my closed lids,

to hold yet another swelling dam!

This time they break and stain my fingers.

I clear my nose.

CLOWNS CRY EVERYDAY...

It's time to prepare for the great act.

I dread to meet the Mirror.

Oh! But we have a common bond.

We feed on each other!

There you are.

You splash reality rudely on my face

and laugh like a thousand bulbs.

I twist my face in anguish and there your hoots get louder.

My Cheeks are still smeared with paints.

They don't go easily.

Anyways, we were drunk after the show.

Who cares for a clean wash!

We all are colorful beings.

I spread paints on my face again.

It's white today, yellow tomorrow.

My brows are cut short and thick.

There is hardly any moustache left.

Just a small square above my lip.

I stick a red ball on my nose tip.

Smear red on my lips and frown.

The multi colored jingling hat

settles on my head like a crown.

I smoke a cigarette.

Jake the dwarf lost his life yesterday.

The gymnast is still grieving.

We all were moaning after the show

when Peter started weeping.

He looked so funny with his expressions

that we all broke into laughter and

cried again with tears in our eyes.

The show must go on.

Fun with colors...

To. . .

There is so much to talk, to write, to learn, to widen horizon of the mind, to straighten up souls… both yours and mine, to clean off the dirt and stop it from piling up, to make life purposeful, to explore different galaxies of the mind, to push achievements to greater heights, to pray for the dead… pray so that art, science and music touch greater heights, to imagine the impossible and bring it down to reality, naming it, creating a new identity, new meaning, new theme… so that our humanity can look upto it, place in some high altar, glorify for a moment and forget it like all great wars only to move ahead, to imagine another impossible thing and drag it down to reality!

Stranger

When birds fly past the setting sun

And the sky glows in varied hues.

My eyes scan the blue blanket above

for something unseen, something divine.

I don't know.

The serenity encompass my being

like a mother does to her new born child.

I try to communicate with this stranger,

in the uncanny mode available.

I pray.

I remember the times when stars shone

my cheeks as they hurried past others.

It was bliss.

I wonder what if the sky, the thin air

were but like those glasses permitting

only one way vision. Is he looking at me?

I don't know. It is complex.

I hope my search ends someday.

REBEL......
As he stands on the edge of a cliff
his life takes a brief parade.
It leaves door ajar that were sealed.
The trapped air gushes out,
damp air that brings fresh yesteryear!
Tears trickle down his cheeks
to join the fall below.
Damp eyes trail around to meet hope,
that says,'life'll never be the same'.
The rebel hangs like an old coat,
the never change attitude still remains,
but it needs some sunshine,
some amount of fresh air, and,
maybe a soft touch of caress.
Battered by rains of criticism,
tattered by innumerable cries of 'don't'
snarled by the system,
This rebel lies disheveled,
discarded like a leper!
An iconoclast with a faith of steel,
his head held high takes the plunge.
Silence!
He emerges, crawling on the shore...
With a wicked grin on his face,
Lets the white sand flow,
from his ever clutching fingers.

Tree
Thy beauty lies above any beautiful damsel.
'Tis not healthy to make comparisons
But I do to bring forth my coiled ideas,
To sing thy praise in best harmony possible.
You are beautiful when you're springing with life.
Each fresh twig and bud bring forth more life.
Each new leaf oozes beauty that makes each sight breathless.
When birds chirp on your bows,
Peck on your barks,
Mate on your branches,
Establish their rightful territory
with their pleasant cries of the wild.
I shudder with pleasure.
When you grow heavy with fruits,
It's feast time for all.
Ants, bats, birds, bees, butterflies, leggy pillar
and the gnawing families!
You provide shelter for them
And build a paradise of their own.
When birds nestle on your branches
And their lil' ones chirp with all their might,
It delights my ears with the strangest thrills
Making my heart thump faster.
When your leaves fall
and your branches are empty
You are still beautiful.
A damsel loses her beauty
The moment she scorns.
Old age would doom her!
But you are immortally beautiful.
You retain your beauty even when you fall.
A true artist would paint the sight
With tears in his eyes.

Sarah...

Her mind dances in some sort of madness
I find it difficult to comprehend.
Her beautiful large eyes oscillates
radiating innocence in its purest form.
She giggles and mumbles words,
makes me uncomfortably ill.
I pray sincerely and wish God to
free her from this disease. I pity!
She moves about like some alien,
in a care free manner,
swinging her arms, saliva spilling
from the corner of her beautiful lips.
I rush toward her with a towel
And she rebels deafeningly.
I retreat and she is again lost in
her world. The world of innocence!
I wonder whether she is more
happy than anyone.
Is this what they call,
"Ignorance is Bliss."
Or am I actually making a fool
of myself by pitying unnecessarily?
Is this some sort of a paradox?
Did God wish to preserve her in
pure innocence?
She pulls my hand and drags me to
show a bright coloured butterfly
on the window sill. I smile.

Hey Young rag picker...

Where is your gun boy ?
You ought to be playing boy.
Wipe those tears boy ,
It looks bad on your dirty face.
Picture perfect for an artist
but shameful sight for a man.

So have you decided to live
like this forever ?
Its all on your mind boy.
If you think you can ,
you will.
If you think you cant ,
you wont.

Don't get fucked up in
this bloody world.
You gotta fuck em' hard
yes bloody hard.

You think God will come
to pick you up ?
You idiot he has
pushed you down.
Now its your turn
to get up...
Don't wait...
Its his way to show
the tough world around.
If you can conquer it ,
You win !
If you cant ,
You loose !
So choice is yours old boy

for You are a Man !

Waves that throw...

Life's waves throw you somewhere.
As you gather yourself , you realize
its a beautiful shore !
Sea - shells , starfish and the roaring
waves brings about a thrill.
You gallop like a pony.
Come Night , fear of the darkness
covers you like a blanket.
You take shelter half hearted,
eagerly waiting for sunrise.
Come Sunrise and you run toward
the ever chanting shore.
Only to be washed away
by the waves to some distant land.
Oh ! Life , take me where you
want to. For we both cannot stand still

even if we want to !

FOG...

Down in the valley the army advances
like a thick blanket covering but all.
The army thickens and widens
as it merges with its scattered allies.
Soon the foothills are covered.
I am the lone watchman of this invasion.
Another half an hour, the village would
be covered.
I turn towards the fire and giggling red faces.
My thoughts twirl upwards along with the smoke.
The unseen future always excites me.
The crackling wood pieces draw my attention,
they lay like some sacred embers,
glowing brightly with each passing wind.
The white army touches the village
engulfing those little children playing.
I see them no more...only their shouts !
My heart beats faster as i feel like
floating on the white army.
Or at least , paint a moving picture.
There's a lightening , followed by a
roaring thunder. There is silence !
The roof starts mumbling and so does
the leaves and pots and pans.
We hurry inside. Now there's a grumble
of some sort. Another thunder crackles.
Now its all song and dance of the rain.
I run towards the window to see
the white army falling.
They look at me with defeated glance.
Their invaded regions now lay clear of
sight. I look up and hum a song.
It gets darker and darker and darker
Don't know how night slipped in ?
Must admire its stealthiness.
I wake up in the morning,
And crawl on my bed to look outta window
And behold ! The white army had reached my

doorsteps !

" My face is quite unsymmetrical, not vertically on the desired sense, but horizontally! Such that, the tough and large structure of my head and most part of my face is quite contradictory to my small chin adorned with stiff lips!
But if you look at it carefully its not at all symmetrical even in the the vertical sense. The left is totally opposed to right...to an extent of showing two characters which one can draw easily if one desires. Probably, the disfigurement of my face is the cause for all concerns, interests and hate!
When i smile it can be as mocking as hell. Its only when i am at heartiest there is nothing to see. Its open!

I love my face in its complete incompleteness and perfect disfigurement and the way it can offer a reel of varied snapshots for different occasions "

IN TURMOIL.......

Life and its turmoil! You loose sleep,you are out of control,you think to that limit as if thee is no tomorrow.

You try to sleep but thoughts keep seeping in somewhat like a perrenial stream. Amidst such deadlock ZAP!goes your mind and you fall asleep finally.

Yet you are constantly arguing, complaining, thinking of ways to escape, to ease situations and you realize you are not really sleeping.

Oh! Insomnia? Or some sort of insomnia? sigh!

You turn on the light, drink some water, rest your head on the ever supporting wall, light a cigarette, inhale smoke with utmost satisfaction, release it with some pleasure on head, think, think, think....!

You notice still-ash at the butt of your cigarette and sigh! 'Oh! shit ...its over.'

You gently drop it into the stingy ashtray, you drink some water again, turn off the light, lie down and enjoy your head thats on a spin ride!

" You feel ZERO when you discover funny mysteries of life. At times, you can't help yourself from experiencing the heartiest laughter of your life time! "

BEAUTIFUL EYES...

I never thought you had such
beautiful eyes - until i saw you
in my dream.
Your words addressed the crowd,
And i was one amongst them.
A little nervous you were
but you delivered at ease.
Your eyes met mine
And i saw the beauty of your
Eyes. Eyes that said, 'Hey You,
thinking about me?'
We were exchanging our
thoughts with our eyes.
Eyes that shone,
Eyes that smiled,
Eyes that seemed disturbed,
Eyes that made comeback,
Eyes that teased. And
Eyes that stood still,
Eyes that showed affection,
Eyes that showed care................

Words seemed to fade away
And the crowd dissapeared.
Our beings dissolved
But your misty eyes shone!

How beautiful!

YOU...

Shatter my combed hair,

tear my shirt

And dig nails on my body.

I remain calm.

My calmness will add fuel

compelling you to shower

words. Words that hurt,

that will mock this existence!

I remain calm.

Push me,

and i will hold you.

Yell at me,

and i will look pale.

Cry. And my hand will touch yours.

You throw it away,

And i will hug you.

Sob! And i will pat you with care.

For i love you,

for what you are.

I understand you.

And know there is nobody

who understands better than me.

I love you,

My calmness your care!

I know deep within,

you are the most

wonderful person i have ever met.

To look for a gem

you need to unearth it.

I found without unearthing it.

It lay open amidst stones.

I am lucky to pick you.

For this bearer knows its true worth.

FILTER...

I am not perfect,
I am annoying,
and i hurt.
But hey! loved ones
dont dare finger at me.
Want to get physical?
I am ready.
I know no fear.
Fight me,
but dont keep any grudge.
I give a damn
if you are my foe.
But hey! you are my friend.
I love you.
I might be wrong,
refusing the matter fact
for some odd reasons.
But hey! give me time.
Everyone takes time
and i'll come to say sorry
and ask for your forgiveness
if found i was wrong.
But dont keep grudge
and dont you conspire
for that will hurt me.

I have hurt the whole lot
including my ' self ',
And i hate this shit!
I hate my being
when jealousy flows.
Grieve! when ego flies high.
Shriek! when hate speaks.
Spat! when force swells.
Sigh! when pride glitters.
I dont like it
and i get infected easily
if the carriers around.
But hey! friend,
it took time to realize this
And i try to change.
I am human not God!
It will take some time
to clear these termites.
I cant burn them
for it will destroy me too.
Oh! Anger , St. Anger
wish i could control you.
So much would have been saved
And so many nurtured.
But i cant forsake you
For you are my power too.

And that has made all the difference!

' Hole .'
I thought i had a hole
deep within my bossom.
I remember my tiny hands
clutching it with sobs.
How i used to lean on those
fence with eyes wide open,
looking at plumpy ants
as my tears trickled down.
A downpour for the ants!

As we were playing hide and seek,
Smile never found me,
And laughter was lost forever.

Today, a flutter and i go breatheless,
A pang of surprise, i shiver!
A tear drop, it aches.
Oh! I thought i had a hole

deep within my bossom!

SACRED WORLD.
It's like running nude,
in the enchanted wild
when i am with you.
With nothing to hide,
I dwindle every corner
with cries of delight!
I am all myself, an open book,
It is wonderful being with you!

Behold! Stranger.
Let hostility remain on the other side,
Let fear not trample this rich soil,
Nor do sweep the new born flowers.
Caution! Stead with care,
least you ground some weeds.
It's a sacred world,
Shun those eyes that cast greed
And destroy the mother of malice
from those metal mines.
For this is a sacred world,

Let the beauty remain!

DARK MATTERS...
Does devil reside here?
Come silence.Murky thoughts
fill my head.
They arrive crippling on the surface,
clenching greedily to avoid falls.
Conscience lay slained.
Echoing from some distant land,
it makes me shiver for a while.
Yet, i follow towards the
ever chanting noise of filth!
Somehow the blazing hell
welcomes me as their chosen one.

My head is a box, that clutters
with every move i make.
It takes a single rage
to arouse this monster,
A moment of lust
to dismantle beauty,
And some pride

to finish a life!

LET LOOSE... As i lie down on this open field, my mind marches to and fro assembling past, present and future. A little while ago my brain was all clitter-clatter like an empty box with noiseful elements within.You just need a jolt and it goes clitter-clatter,clitter-clatter how horrible! .However, lying down on this grass field and looking up at the sky makes me feel blessed, and that is when i get to communicate with the creator of this amazing perfect order! I weigh my situation , ponder over my crossroads in life, think about things left to be done, gasp some air and sigh!I decide to forget about my wordly ties and explore the starry sky. I connect stars that are placed in a uniform pattern only to take delight of the weird finished product.Sometimes , i form a cross and mostly animals and birds.The clouds are more interesting because they keep changing.With no one around the peace and tranquility is worth ravashing.I return late at night from work and my steps move towards this enchanted field.The hullabulla of this lively world is at rest and most of them are snoring to glory!

But thoughts do creep up every now and then reminding me of deadlines, incomplete projects, my dream job, my passion for the moving art and where i stand today.Sigh! again. I shake off to drop these details and yet some manage to cling and now their shouts are even more louder.'No .you need to be alone.your mind needs rest', says my inner voice.I follow immediately.I see a bird hopping under the lamp post and i go to meet him.The bird flys away.I tell him i am not going to harm you, i just want to hold you, at most maybe i would pat with affection. I approach and the bird flys again. My inner voice tells me...'remember not to follow a thing like the bird.No matter how good your intentions are it will never understand, your efforts will go in vain.'Really my anticipation yielded nothing although i was pretty convinced with my love for the bird.I thought we would make good friends.

FREE......

Mombay he-haws when set free,

galloping across the setting sun.

Its a treat to the eyes of an artist.

His gay eyes meet the cool breeze,

swaying with an air of authority.

The wind cajoles around his black body,

as he strodes on balanced heels.

The saddle is gone,the rope is gone,

No lashing whip!

He races towards the horizon.

As his heart beats faster,

he thinks of 'silence and i'.

Until he notices 'hoofs and thuds'.

Ah! Life!...it relieves him,

He shakes off 'silence and i',

he-haws with alls his might

and races towards the horizon.

TRIBUTE...

Death comes on the tides of time,
Soaring high from its mighty base.
It's at hand with every birth of
a new life.To trail around,
only to meet its purpose- Death!

The last act is its only purpose.
Executed indisputably and conclusively,
Uncertain and yet so binding.

As the flowing stream moulds solid rocks,
reducing them to round finish,
Death grins with mocking eyes,
as he thinks of sand grains!

REBEL......

As he stands on the edge of a cliff

his life takes a brief parade.

It leaves door ajar that were sealed.

The trapped air gushes out,

damp air that brings fresh yesteryear!

Tears trickle down his cheeks

to join the fall below.

Damp eyes trail around to meet hope,

that says,'life'll never be the same'.

The rebel hangs like an old coat,

the never change attitude still remains,

but it needs some sunshine,

some amount of fresh air, and,

maybe a soft touch of caress.

Battered by rains of criticism,

tattered by innumerable cries of 'don't'

snarled by the system,

This rebel lies disheveled,

discarded like a leper!

An iconoclast with a faith of steel,

his head held high takes the plunge.

Silence!

He emerges, crawling on the shore...

With a wicked grin on his face,

Lets the white sand flow,

from his ever clutching fingers.