Last time...

As my heart pounds
and
reach the threshold...
I see
the approaching peak
only few miles to go...

I close my eyes
take a deep breath...
and
see your smiling face
calling on to me...

Gathering the last strength
reach to the top...
hoping to see you again
Just before I fall...

feel your arms around
the last time...
Just before I fall...
Open my wings
I fly...
the last time...

Paper

I am your friend as you start with your day
Check the newspaper awaiting at your doorstep today

I am the currency,
that you earn and spend without care.

I am piles and piles of knowledge
that you love and you hate,
But still read it anyways

I am the carefree boat that you floated in the rain…
I am the colorful kite that gave you wings and new friends...
I am a message from loved ones
that brings smiles and tears to your face.

I am plain,
Yet I decorate your life.
I am the art, the music, the dance, the picture…
All starts with me,
still I am naïve.

I am the fan,
when power fails you on a sunny day.
I am hidden at every corner of your archway…

I laugh with you
I rub the tears from your eyes.
I am the power of your emotions.
With me, you have broken rules, boycotted dynasties.
for I am your loud voice…

You burn me for pleasure.
You burn me to die.

Still,
I am with you.
I am your friend.

.SAVE PAPER.

Little Butterflies

Little Butterflies
so young and tender...
Left alone in the world to wonder..
"You are like me,
and I am like you
But where is my family?"

Little Butterflies
trying to flutter...
The winds are strong
but the wings to delicate
and they shudder...
"Will I get to fly free someday?"

Precious pearls
but sadly fighting alone...
"Will you be the one
to Save my Soul?"

[Few lines dedicated to an orphanage]

cry

Underneath the pillow
Lies a heartless story
Only darkness,
as far as the eyes goes
Tormented rains,
beat up the windows
And black clouds,
eat up the only ally

Sometimes such sadness passes us by
And there is no wind for us to dry
And we cry

In the garden
Grows a pair of blue lilies
Sun, too sunny this day,
shines love,
all inside from the marrow
And it leaves some trails
for a beaming landscaper,
And a lullaby...


Sometimes such happiness passes us by
And there is no room for us to hide
And we cry

glass

Watching though the glass...
trying to forget the past...

winters remind me
of your warmth...

rains slaps me...
showing our lost dance

falling leaves
laughs and curses
me to oblivion...

summers reminds
of the long waiting nights...

why isn’t it easy!

looking out of the window
am moon again
remembering you
breaking my heart...

fall for resurgence

As my heart pounds
and i reach the threshold
I can see the approaching peak
Only few miles to go...

I close my eyes
take a deep breadth...
I see your smiling face
Calling on to me

Gathering the last strength
I reach to the top
hoping to see you again
just before the fall...
feel your arms around
The last time
And
opening my wings
I fly...
The last time...

I open my eyes
re-newed energy
burning the veins...
itching...
for another mount
for another soar...

born again?

fleeing with time

The time runs away...
Do you know where?
I look at it from 2... to 2...
But you I cannot find
And I bring myself
to leave everything behind...
why you come there and then?
‘Sup?’
And I find myself
Running backwards
Just to find you gone again?
What is the play
hidden in your eyes?
The running to-n-fro
Making me weaker
by each day...
Please stop!
Tell me what you want?
I’ll give everything away...
But please...
Let me flee with the time
Never to be back again...

paged rose...

paged rose...
on an empty verse of a cage...
repoussaged
by larcenous pages...
burnt blue
by the flambeaus...
all and all,
in the pages of a diary...
red rose...
paged rose....

caged...

Caged in my own making...
Terminus
when and where to define...
the drapes droning the dusk...
fenced phizog
for a facade?
dreading to live this life
caged in my own making...
furtive redolere
and the binds blinding
the lovely eyes...

two tears

Shall we say a pleasure?
so new, so true…
Taking the left heart
along with you…
Never this,
she knew…
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

What happened?
what was it…
Was it you?
but then it was her due…
So, was it her?
but then,
the handiwork was yours…
She cried…
Cried so loud…
does it means to you
some, from all...
giving self away
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

Shall she grade?
an euphonos wish…
or a heartwrecking cull…
But then,
why it has made
a signature permanēre
on the bare soul…
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

mindanomalies...

Thinking buds
about growing into trees
the strength the power
standing tall as tower
but where was to know
a sentimentalist within

still the vernal
quests the
why grow?
the responsibilies
the pains
the tension
the heartbreaks

all the good and
all the rights...
who is to define?
where is the line?
show me,
coz i have no eyes

guiding the wanderer
to be a tree
who would hold
the wind so free
cruel is the age
that cuts the wings
from the...

stentorian rain

spilling emotions,
from the clouds...

invincible!
falling head-strong...

slamming!
smashing!!
smacking!!!
softly on the hand...


socking,
for others...
dazzling thunders!

stentorian rain...

a boon or a pain...
kissing the thirst
or
flooding the earth...
stentorian rain..

moony rose

Spoony rose
Lost in a comity?
Bemused
Left rose...
vanished vision
And the missing heart...
Moony rose
All lost
in a single night...

sky

Knowing love
I'll allow all things
to come and go...

Be
as supple as the wind...
And take everything
that comes,
with great courage...

Because,
Life is right
in any case...
When the heart is
as open as
the sky...

de winged

You awoke
my insensate soul
Whilst the sunset casts the last glow…
You unknowingly became
my fiduciary
Whilst counting the glistening stars above…

You gave me
twilight dreams
Whilst slowly stroking my tender hands…
And I wished
I could be your anodyne
that ceases the creases on your heart…
Whilst you inspire
my poetic soul
And the glow of
a dreaming spirit…

even then
Never would I hold
you captive…
but still you possess
my wings
upon your eyelashes, ever so…

Solo Ride

It was high time for a ride, and a long one. I went down, but the back tyre was flat! Took it to shop, the tyre-tube was gone and had to be replaced. That done, i took off... few km further i realized i forgot my cam at home only... came back for it... Luckily the weather was just right and i finally took off to uttarhalli - kengeri road!
Just before reaching mysore road, i felt it was safer not to venture further more alone... also there were clouds and thinking it might rain, i returned home...When the day seems too long
and you are lost
in the turmoil...
When there are so many questions
and heart seems lost
in the maze...
You look out of the window
but answers itself
seems a haze...
Clouds seems dark
and winds blow hard
right into your face...
Your eyes frown
far beyond
the empty firmament...
Your heart guides
to the keys
awaiting for a ride...
No aim,
only an undefined path...
No cohort,
only you and your tandem...
Finding solace with the wind
The ruffled feathers
fleeing free...
And the peace becomes
yours to keep...

rains

Rain drops fall
on the thirsty earth...
barren lands
turns to life...
gloom clouds,
bursts...
and
tear drops,
from above...

smiling buds,
dancing winds,
music flows
all around...
and
tear drops
from above...

Caged

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
Please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
make a nest for me,
where I can peacefully bed...

I love to fly away
to the far away skies...
I love to dance
to the roaring rains...
I love to chase
the colorful butterflies...
I love to reach out
to the first ray of sunshine...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
come rather fly beside me,
where we explore wingspread...

Chasing the train...

Imagine how it'll be like...
An empty stretch...
and an approaching whistle of a train...

[draft version right now... to tired to edit :) ]

Eyes...

Look into my eyes
you'll see
your reflection only...
Look through my eyes,
you'll see
the real me...
What the eyes holds,
can not see...
not when hidden
behind a turbulent sea...
still,
if you want to look
look for a laughing tree...
look for a dancing leaf...
look for a shining berry...
look for a trying plea...
if you find nothing,
then you can not
look through me...