Think ......

A Hopeful Fairy Tale....

2014-02-11T00:30:00.000+05:30

It won't be an overstated truth to say that the past few days have been quite, both overwhelming emotionally and soulfully delightful. A simple look from you stir's such a vibrant ocean of feelings that have been quite rare to me in recent times. Oh, those big eyes of yours makes my heart beat so fast like it has to pump that much to keep me sane with the way I remain breathless. Every time you smile, you light up my evening like a million stars couldn't even if they tried. Every word you utter, leaves me struggling myself out of the sheer compassion it brings to my light of day or night. You actually are the light now. I'm scared, I'm scared of losing you in this oh so judgemental time we strive to survive in. The past has taught us way too much we, for some reason, which we didn't have to learn. It's you I was looking for, my soul gave me a hiccup as soon as I saw you for the first time. I believe faith brought us together for a higher purpose of maintaining the value of Love which has been long lost along the lines of civilisation. I promise you not much but just this, that till you don't give up on us I will make it my life's purpose to make you smile everyday till time will spare me. It's you I need to see first, even before the first ray of sunshine hits my window, because you are the light that keeps me going baby. It's you I need to see last even after my dream is over, because you are my dream baby. It's you all around and as overwhelming as these words are, I am too. I don't know how so fast my life took a turn and swirled, and swirled with dripping madness, just to be by your side and see you by mine, holding my hand smiling at me with the very kind compassion only you posses in your eyes, I so love every bit of. It's refreshing how honest you are, with nothing to prove or potray just like those innocent drops of dew on the very first winter morning. This is my reality, and I'm glad its you and I, we found. It's very hard to describe these unworldly feelings of infatuation or puppy love some may say (let them). It does not seem to matter anymore, nothing seems to be right or wrong when you're around. It's like the soul companies are conspiring to make me fall for you over and over again everyday. Don't be overwhelmed, I beg of you, stay calm and look into my eyes, take a walk by the beach with me on a moonlit night, where shadows of vanilla twilight will form a path across the seas, so magnificent, so pure, so lively. Just like you my dear. I believe in fairy tales, and ours has just begun. All I hope for my love, is the Happy Ending with me and you in each other's arms facing the cruel reality of ageing fiercely with love and nothing but love.....

With Love.....

2014-01-23T00:26:00.002+05:30

My Dearest Love,

I write this in the hope, that this note shall find you in it's due course. Here today I shall say things I've wanted to, for quite sometime now. The way I feel for you. The way my emotions breathe just by a visual of your image. It's astonishing how one heart can perform so many different reactions at one time, when I see as much as a text from you or even a reply to mine. I at that very moment want to hold you so tight to make the oceans stir into a hurricane. To make the Earth shake with how I'll make you feel. I want to take singing lessons so I can as much as attempt to serenade the sound of your eyes. Everytime we part ways, I want to embrace every inch of you as if it'll be the last time I ever will. I want to see you smile everytime I close my eyes or open them, but at the same time I also feel that I hardly deserve to witness something so beautiful in my life. Everytime I look at you, It's clearer to me that you are the only thing in my life that has ever made such or any sense. These are just words compared to what the reality is. I know I may have overwhelmed you a bit but trust me when I say this, I LOVE YOU.....

I wonder sometimes, if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life, would have finally taught you the value of my worth for you. And you will feel a surge of longing, when you remember how I was good to you. When this day comes my love, I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look for me with kind conviction of your kind I had always hoped for, but never had from you. Because I want to be found. And I sincerely hope it will be you..... Who finds me.....

These words may be borrowed but the feeling is mine and mine only... For you and you only....

With Love....

Just Like My Dream....

2014-01-23T00:05:00.003+05:30

A bar full of people, Guns and Roses bringing home the Paradise City back to life, it feels like a surreal dream to be alone in such a place. It's almost funny how they look at you hopping from one buddy Jack to another. So many pretty ladies and I won't lie, some beautiful as well. This place makes me wonder where did I lose myself in the whole process of growing up. There was a time, when not a single fuck was given. But today being alone here feels like my childhood is calling me. It's a sign from above, telling all of us to stop pretending and be or do what we want. Not perform actions based on perceptions of the "LEVEL HEADED". This has been one hell of an experience. These 3 hours by myself is I guess what I was missing. Something like a loss in translation. And it's Summer Of 69' just kicking me back yet again on this oh so cold bar stool. Aah! Now this is a sight! Everybody dancing to Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Do. Hahaha this turning out to be one special journey. So many faces, so many thoughts. It's almost as if every expression on every face is my very best friend tonight and is making wild conversations with me. Splendid and confused is what I feel right now. OH MY GOD! The very girl of my dreams is here... And my my, is she the one or what. Man this night has taken a turn I never expected. I tried sending her an appreciative note, but the stupid bartender refused.... :( :'( AAAAAnd she's funny -_-.

Whoa this infatuation at first sight thing is gonna get me killed someday. This is fucking my sobriety even more apart from Jack (11th drink :P). Damn she's one of a kind. Like a stream of lonely waters calming my soul to an extent where I forget and lose track of what or who I am. It's her all around, Just like my dream. I walk upto her and tell her, she's the most beautiful creation of god I've ever laid eyes upon. We talk for a couple of hours about my life, my past, her life , her past. And just when we were on the verge of curing my insanity, I realised it was just my dream, Just like my dream....

Someone My Own.....

2014-01-22T23:42:00.003+05:30

I just want, someone my own,
To look at my kingdom, beside my throne...

Where I will be her king and she my queen,
Together we'll rule, my world unseen...

With a path of petals and a castle of trust,
Food of love and linens of lust...

I just want, someone my own,
To bring life to my kingdom, beside my throne....

Like You....

2014-01-22T23:36:00.001+05:30

Not a word from you....
Not a sign from you....
Don't think it doesn't hurt....
When I see someone like you....

The Waves The Moon and You.... Part 1

2013-01-28T04:37:00.001+05:30

The waves move the way your hair flies when a cool winter breeze passes you by, walking by the promenade holding my arms, with melting breaths taking me to a place i never imagined i'd ever reach. With you by my side the moon seems not so far away as the glow on your face everytime you smile lights up my world the way even a million moons couldn't even if they tried to. Your fingers fit perfectly in the gaps of mine, sharing a dream with me of togetherness till eternity as you purify my soul with your innocent touch. These words mostly flow in the night because i see you, i see you as the light i want to be with or under when times are dark and cold just like this winter night my other nights are not so different when we aren't together by each other's side looking into each other's eyes flowing away to a distant land where serenity with our hopes and dreams reside only with the faith that one day we shall be there together till time will spare. Just lie by my side and watch the magnificent sky by the shore and tell me, just tell me what you feel, say all that you've ever wanted to. Talk to me babe, i'm listening and i'll listen to you the entire night, every night. Your words and thoughts give me that direction i'm in search for providing a clear vision to my destination enchanting my journey with bliss with every kiss you have to offer.

Quietly....

2012-08-28T16:35:00.000+05:30

Just quietly walk into my life, don’t make no sound,

Just hush your way through, the troubles I found,

And wipe my tears across, with your bare hands,

Stop these ashes of my past, from flying in of the sands,

Burn my thoughts or melt them in yours’,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

Be that music to me , as is to a dragon to fall asleep,

Be that soul of me, I seem to forget in my mind’s heap,

And wake me up today, forever to never close them again,

To see the beauty around me, to see you over and over again,

Bury me in your arms, where your breath is all I feel,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

Take my hand and hold it tight, but be gentle on the inside tonight,

Take my fingers in gaps of yours’, stir me right like a wine pint,

And pull me close to see through me, my eyes will show you,

What you don’t want to see, the reality of truth that is true,

My path I lost searching for you, a look is enough you don’t have to say,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

Take me to your world with you, out of mine you now know,

Take me with you wherever you go, never leave my side to let it snow,

And let the springs’ last for a while this time, as will our time,

Reach out to me as I to you, while laying by side to our love sub-lime,

Fill my dreams with your shadows I know, march in them but quietly,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound....

Love Blinds....

2012-03-19T12:18:00.002+05:30

Standing by this valley, A lake I see far away,
Sparkles they breathe, and the breeze makes'em sway,
A naked beauty, virgin untouched lays right beside me,
Under this, part moon of gold, to the otherside a lady I see....

Bathing so gloriously, she takes away all the sorrows,
The gold indeed from her, every now and then the moon borows,
From her to shine, the way she does like this vanilla twilight,
Bare her back slipping drops of sparkles, to not they fight....

An angel descendent, from the treasures of heaven,
To my sight she feeds, on which even the fairies raven,
I want to walk closer, to feel her enchanting mould,
Shivers my thoughts and every reason that I hold....

Somehow the courage seeps in, to tak me to her,
I stand in the same place, but my soul reaches out further,
Follow it I must or I will lose it to her forever,
I want lose myself whole, not just my thought river....

Next to her I stand with a twinkle in the eye,
To the pure innocence in her naked body I sigh,
While she just sways and continues to bathe sparkles,
A desire I feel, to hold her bare and break all the shackles....

Come I back to reality, Silence and me just look and see,
Sitting with legs by her side, submerged in the lake's glee,
To her back I stand, her hair fell collected by her neck,
She turns as I go close and just pastes a peck....

I hold her hand and ask her who she is?
She says a girl he sent for me, I couldn't find in those lands of bliss,
For me and only me, She had come to this world,
And for her was I sent, around her my destiny swirled....

We sat besides for hours, without saying a word or else,
Our silence felt every thought, like we played with the shells,
Fitting her fingers in gaps of mine, I look in her eye and smile,
She was smiling at me and came closer, for I waited all this while....

Placing her thumb so gently on my lips, she feels,
The truth in my touch and my words she seals,
Then points to the sky, and ask to show her the moon,
Mesmerising, to her I say, but she is for me the ultimate boon....

Laying her head on my shoulder, she says,
Forever you be by my side, no matter the time or its slays,
My deepend breath answered to her, that never will I leave,
The world may end or time may bend, but her side I won't heave....

Her eyes my shelter, to her smile I shall breathe,
A promise I make till eternity, with only her will I feed,
For my life and beyond, her vision I shall be,
Blind was she till only now, but through me now she'll see....

A world she never saw before, was a curse she beared,
Undo this spell I will, and let the witches run scared,
I will show her the world and walk right beside her,
I'd be her eyes and stick, we'll live happily ever after....

The Woolgatherer....

2012-03-07T20:20:00.001+05:30

Gathering some wool, of what it will one day be,
Reality is different, from what I can now see,
Bringing together some images, to me heart dearer,
I can be what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

To think in vain, with no known boundaries is fun,
Open is my shed, exposing images under the sun,
Mixing a few moments with my own imaginative stirrer,
I can think what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Looking down the pool of love, broad in daylight,
Reflection's not exactly mine, but of a goose in flight,
So free yet calm, moving away further and further,
I can fly if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Storyboards of life with time stamps of wine,
Intoxicating memories and drunken pictures behind,
Remind me who I am, But I pretend they could be clearer,
I can pose if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Good for nothing they say, my thoughts have no use,
Then I think they won't understand, as they lack a muse,
Floating are my thoughts, may sometimes sound peculiar,
I can float where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Some terrains divine, I see in my mind,
Crazy some say, they are impossible to find,
Walking the hypnotic bridges, I'm an adventurous tourer,
I can go where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

I talk to the breeze and listen to the stories of the wind,
Nature I've touched, forgive me father for I may have sinned,
As I have said and heard, above and beyond my higher,
I can hear whom I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Travelling along the trains of hope, seated at rest beside belief,
Welcomed aboard, being accepted by'em is such a relief,
As they are the reason I can give life to the lifeless, may on a silver platter,
I can believe and hope in whom or what I want to, now tell me I'm a woolgatherer....

Dreams....

2012-03-06T18:17:00.000+05:30

Believe....

Ghost Town....

2012-03-05T21:10:00.000+05:30

Transparent shadows of the good times,
A cup of coffee and a dozen smoke dimes,
Filled the air of an awkward yet delightful thought,
Of you and me and a world for who, we once fought....

Happened, so as to what, is still a mystery,
A time was there, when we'd finalize the tapestry,
Spoke for hours, dreamt of what it would be,
Together we planned, to plan our togetherness history....

Remember that day my dear, once my love,
We walked by the sea, naked were feet, so calm and dove,
I held your hand and whispered caresses to your ear,
Of grabbing greys together, to loose that moment was my biggest fear....

That moment was lost and so were you, my hanse,
For which I craved once, or to just see you once,
An addiction of sorts, were you so sweetly mine,
My dream was touched, the garden to an abandoned mine....

It's one of those times, when I walk through you,
In these images of our love, to look it feels nice to,
Wandering the empty streets of past, where walked we once,
Now it's just me kicking stones, but still feeling your essence....

Where have you gone, come back and see,
Our world has changed, with no us, but just me,
The tulips have died and thorns have grown,
Standing I'm still, at the alter, wearing the tux I had worn....

Memories Walking Dead....

2012-03-04T23:32:00.000+05:30

Some pictures from the album in my mind,
I had buried in time, to revive an energy divine,
Have been standing next to me, so close,
Striking a one of a kind, peculiar pose....

A weeping scar, has woken up to ride,
Along the highway, my memories divide,
Scaring are its ways, seems to move faster than sound,
Falling from the skies, black and white images they mount....

Cutting loose from the boundaries I once made,
Soaring, high they walked, to my cries they swayed,
Drying blood in my strings, they smiled again,
Sadistic pleasures to feed, from mine they gain....

Staring out the window, resting pale blue palms,
Forming ripples in the glass, the thunder qualms,
Shivers are stirred and shadows are blurred,
Beating so fast, helplessly my heart purred....

Dusk wins the battle and spread its wings across,
To the road, the ocean and the skies, made it so difficult to cross,
As this would come I knew, for demons once I fed,
Rising from there graves, are my Memories Walking Dead?

Time To Change...

2012-03-04T23:19:00.001+05:30

Jumbled letters and a frozen vision,
Signs are striking hard, like a major concussion,
In the lap of skeletons, have I grown to realize,
There's no easy way to get out, how much ever you pressurize....

Let it go, let it out, learn to breathe and calm down,
It's not a race, bring on a smile, why frown,
Reasons I see, may be many to invert that smile,
Revert it back, as bad doesn't stick a while....

Open your heart, feel what you haven't in time,
Let the breeze caress your ears and make your hair the chime,
These times are rare, that fill those empty spaces,
So stop waiting for'em to come and laugh at time's faces....

It's good thing sometimes, to be free or to feel,
So give happiness a chance and let peace not conceal,
In your mind and your soul, just flow with the stream in you,
bliss will enter your door, in its hand will be a serene brew....

Things will change, with your time in flight,
The baggage you carry, will become so light,
The ocean of your emotions, will ripple with every smiling touch,
Will remove the darkness, enlightening shadows as such....

Choose your ways, to cope and breathe, be slow,
Nothing else will matter, but its change you must sow,
To begin it will be tough, a habit is being touched,
The worst we have of habits, the olds we keep clutched....

Let's make a plan, to hum this song of smiles,
I hope to ride this ride, where there's no hope for lies,
But a scope for growth, of our minds, away are sorrows,
And never again, shall we wait for good or happiness we'll borrow....

The Past and The Present...

2012-03-03T00:24:00.002+05:30

The Past is always good....and the Present will always be monotonous...
You'd love to live in the Past....but what then, when it will become your Present...

Psycho Rains....

2012-02-26T00:28:00.001+05:30

As I looked outside my window, tiny droplets of rain filled the frame, like that of a masterpiece in the making. Just like any thinker I began to think and relate myself to this miraculous February rain. It seemed like the rain fell from my scars, drenching me with a pain of prevalent monotony, dripping with madness from the heart. A madness of sorts, my mind's been sheltering for quite sometime now. This madness has its way for me, one of a kind. Everyday, thoughts come and go, strengthening my belief in my passion, I hold so close to me. This passion in me is for an image of this girl in my mind, oh so fine. Like a star in a million or that crimson moon we see once in a lifetime. This girl lives in my thoughts, no matter what comes and goes around on or around me. She is like this weird monotonous anesthesia I need from time to time, pressing against those very delicate veins, wrapping my heart in a red quilt of calm n comforting emotion, bringing a strange relaxed feeling to me, that I need more than I want. Every time I see her in these lucid images with my open eyes, I wonder if such a figure of pure innocence exists in this apparent, real word as they say. Where reality is anything we can see or touch. And right or wrong and sanity or insanity is defined by the surrounding society bearing no relation to the person on the stand. More than sometimes, these are just hypothetical notions, which are given a concrete structure, deciding our way of life.

They call me mad, because I see and feel things the society doesn't approve of. This is the reason I call my thoughts a rainfall from my scars as seen from the outside. The doctors say I have SCHIZOPHRENIA, because I see and feel things others don't. Its a mental condition they say. My family I once resided with, my friends whom I was always there for, my love whom I lived for once, all think I need help in a confined and control space, as the doctor said I could get violent after a while you see. But what they don't know is that, this so called condition is the reason for keeping my calm. Its been almost 4 years that I have been in this empty room full of all possible materialistic pleasures n comforts. They all fail to realise this simple phenomena of personal belief and comfort. I have stopped fighting these bubbling isolated emotions, as their repercussions scare the living soul out of me. Whenever I try to fight them or stand up to them, they embrace me with a wired metal crown, possessing 240volts of electric current passing me by in installments of seconds through my brain. They say its for my own good and will help me, 'clear my head'.

I don't need a confined space. I don't need to clear my head. I don't need these materialistic pleasures and comforts. All I need is to be able to think and feel what I want. A liberty to just be myself. I don't want people to tell me, whether I am sane or not. I want them to let me be the bloody judge of that. I'm sick and tired of people telling me, what is right for me or good for me either. I have a dream you know my dear. A dream to be free . Running around in a plush green lawn opening to the clear blue skies above the transparent sea just to think about her, to feel her right beside me. Away from everyone who thinks I need things, I dont even want.

Do you think I have an unreasonable dream? Will I ever be able to live it, is a question whose answer will be pretty rhetorical I'm guessing. But you know what keeps me going in such dilemmatic times. That I believe in my dream! Do you? Or can you?

Living a lie....

2012-02-22T01:58:00.000+05:30

Borrowing dusk, with the dawning blues,

Trying to protect the tear in my eye,

I sit up to not find my loving brews,

But a cry mumbles out, am I living a lie….

Being true to myself was never so hard ,

Saying words that mean the feeling, I try,

But show an expression instead, of a retard,

Then again no matter what I say, I am living a lie….

Blinded by a certain faith I thought, I bought my life,

Forgot to my pride, I am just an ordinary guy,

The feeling of stupidity from the falling, I strife,

With myself to realize, I am living a lie….

Translucent shadows of my past, prick now and then,

Rising from their graves, memories pass me by,

Tormented agony is fed up to ask, stop it will when,

Never will it see through how, I am living a lie…

But night when falls, silence is mighty,

In hope I believe, to say to her I say hi,

Then to faith I call, once forbidden by my deity,

But will let me lose, as for long have I been living a lie….

Love Beats...

2012-02-15T21:01:00.001+05:30

The power I feel, when I stand so close,
To my dream so you, a virtue of desire,
Shall bring a tune to stum the beats,
of a heart that fuels a raging fire,

Tonight let's break the barriers,
Of dusk and dawn, to lay beside this fueled fire,
Holding my hand, just look at me,
And merge in the lines, of our love prior,

Though armed in me, can't see your face,
But feels so right, to be this chase,
As love is to mystery, you are to me,
Not look at each other, but an oceanic gain to flee,

But love, my path is not so easy,
Will take you where these thoughts may seem greasy,
Just like we once, held the one's before,
Is this so true, for you to feel to go for,

To walk you may choose, no matter my fleet,
Of words in a symphony, marching to thine beat,
I know it ain't easy to see thine seat lying empty,
But the faith to be, shall turn the scripts of my deity,

For love is a harmony, to play a name in me a heat,
Your touch is the violin and look my beat,
Struming my veins, gushing blue love,
Providing a space for another soul, to merge and serve,

Touching the notes, highest we've known,
Pulling the lowest and loose, from sad and moan,
Eternal its nature, are these lovely treats,
My Love, for you, are these music sheets playing, our Love Beats....

Lucid Nightmares.....

2012-02-11T13:04:00.000+05:30

Lucid dreams have filled my nights,

Bringing a strange, feeling to me sights....

They come and go, eyes open or down,

Nightmares are some, where the doors are crowned....

The beauty is such, of these nightmares per se,

Horrid as they are, bring a a smile they say....

They call me crazy, When I am closed,

I say the chills have withered, them ain't no more posed....

No matter the time or the place, they form a show,

A sight to watch these, Lucid Nightmares make my mind blow....

Love Insane....

2012-02-11T12:51:00.000+05:30

There are a few words in my mind,
Making me believe, you're one of kind....
Sorrows have turned tables to bliss,
And serenity falls for happiness when they kiss....

I see a stone house, on the top of that hill,
Brings an image to me sight, of jack and jill,
Then I think to myself, I want never to comedown,
With the pail of water, we'll stay there forever but never frown....

Then I see you, then your possessing eyes,
That reminds the ocean below, hovering blue skies....
The strength in them, has come with time,
To pull you in my arms so close, I do a mime....

To make it together, we've seen the greys,
Bruised ourselves, falling to society's preys....
Those moments of tests, took us through pain,
But we'll be together, always in love invain....

Pictures have now, stopped rolling in my mind,
Steps are heard of a woman, my eyes want to find....
To find I pluck and see you there,
Fall on my knees, with a reflexive flare....

Surprised as you are, rest your hands on me,
I close my eyes and feel the breeze through a tree....
So calm and peaceful, is the state of your touch,
Takes me to a zone, mind unexplored as such....

It seems like that ending, corner of the world,
From where, one can fall or be hurled....
But I have a plan, little different in my mind,
To turn to the world and fall so straight behind....

Hollering your name, I fall in a vaccum,
Where no philosophy matters, like an empty classroom....
Like my mind and heart, and my love struck vein,
Are dancing to the fall, to fill this space with our Love Insane.....

Morning Love....

2012-01-22T21:22:00.001+05:30

The stars began to blush, as she opened her eyes....
To the mesmerizing beauty, of the morning that lies....
Holding so close our bodies, we shall surrender....
For till eternity we will hold together, our love that we render.....

A Friend You Need....

2012-01-21T00:35:00.001+05:30

Meet my friend, “Pain”. A girl born from the dominant ventures, my heart’s been nurturing for quite sometime now. She’s tall, very strong and extremely devious. She has the most astonishing eyes, they are honey brown with a very prominent hint of crimson blood drawn from my acoustic veins. She is my devious friend now. I have learnt to live with her. I call her my friend because I have no choice and also because I have learnt, from the time that I have spent breathing. Every morning, I get up to find her, sucking the bloody life out of me. Its been countless days, since I woke up to find bliss and not her. Her birth was no accident, but a clear product of my own actions, that I ended up with this forbidden repercussion. The anger, the blames and the unattractive nature of my actions, have all bought this upon myself, leaving me with this monster of a figurine in a kind, with a never ending thirst to slowly deprive a living body of its soul. And to fall in a state so dark and quenching, that is presses every wound to solicit misery and self pity of sorts.

We all know this about her, then why am I saying it again?

What we do not know is that, she is that true friend in disguise we keep searching for, our entire lives. Pain is that one friend, who is free from all the society strangles’. She is a blunt mistress of a kind, who while being so painful, uses ways to make you suffer to cause a reaction of a cerebral nature, throwing you right in the arms of the conjoined twins, Reality and Realization. It is many a times Pain, that makes one realize the importance or the result, of someone or something, after its been embossed on your soul as a bad mark or injustice or simply negligence.

If there’s anything pain has taught me, over the years of self pity and destiny metaphors, It is that, the more you run away from her, the worse will be the wound once she catches you and trust me she will. She is like the God’s child, formed by one’s conscious in order to make you realize the results of thine actions on their self and others. So rather, be her friend and understand the motive behind every wound that you procure during such painful times. It will help you, figure out the thin line between, Right and Wrong ; Good or Bad ; The Ying and The Yang.

And this my friend, is the mother of all, called Experience. Trust me on this one , “She is never wrong.”…..

Serenity....

2012-01-13T11:38:00.001+05:30

Serenity is a state of understanding and interpretation of one's surrounding by self....

Love Story.....

2012-01-07T01:59:00.000+05:30

From the shadows of your footsteps,
I hope to assemble these shattered pieces,
of my broken heart, drowning in its depths,
In the light of a tomorrow with changing tenses....

Dense like a forest, will be so intense,
And rain it feels, till time will pass,
Such is the beauty and innocense, you are incense,
Holding my hand, complimenting serenity, laying on this grass....

Remember those moments of awkward vibes,
Thinking to ourselves, when will tomorrow come,
To caress our hearts, with a raw energy of ancient tribes,
Togetherness with bliss, will fall in our laps till we become....

One from two souls, together we merge,
To dive in an ocean, that heaven will serve,
On a silver platter, with the warmth of a serge,
Love with no boundaries, no limts and nothing to curb....

But your aroma, swaying away of a blissful kind,
Like a mint topped chocolate, mesmerizing my senses,
Help me open my eyes, throw my stick to stop pretending blind,
To take a leap beyond the known, above these material fences....

Your hand clinged to mine, with fingertips,
Slipping off your bare shoulders and feeling,
The depth under your neck, carresseing thine wet lips,
changing colours to red, its not lust we are feeding....

But this fruit of life, you render to me,
reaching out to you, I breathe my life,
Tangled in your hair, the breeze is glee,
Never to leave this content place, to I don't strife....

It feels so right, to be with you are not missteps,
But a begining I knew, you planned in your eyes,
I shall live, under these shadows of your footsteps,
Hoping never to fall to plan, or say goodbyes....

Dead End....

2011-12-24T13:31:00.001+05:30

There's always a new begining, on the other side of a Dead End....

Chai-Biscuit....

2011-12-14T13:04:00.000+05:30

The rolled blankets and the dripping nose,
Told a tale of a kid's innocent soul,
Rolled in his blanket wiping the hose,
Called out to her, asking for his biscuit bowl....

She yelled 'right up', from the kitchen,
Just, stay put with whatever you're doing,
But don't, touch the sweets or you'll get caught by the demon,
A demon I knew never existed, but I've always needed a little shooing....

I still got up, to pick up a sweet,
Then heard her footsteps and jumped right back,
She opened the door balancing the tray and calling me a tweet,
For she knew I tried on my love sitting, to the right of my rack....

She ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss,
Saying finish it all, it will give you strength,
I saw my bowl and a cup beside, giving an aroma, no one could miss,
Picked up the cup and took a sip, to burn my tongue and shout at length....

With that heavenly mixture of milk and something,
My mouth was full and couldn't speak a word,
I gulped a biscuit and left the bowl tumbling,
It melted within a second, left me sighing with a vision blurred....

It was a cup of the special tea, my mum made for me,
Which she would serve with biscuits and glee,
Better than the sweets, or honey from Mr.Bee,
She called it Chai-Biscuit, a magic potion for the fever to flee....