Monday, April 20, 2009

Hanging in the air...


The picture on the ripples,
Across the river,
Letting water flow,
in a stream, below...


The words were hanging in the air,
like they were dead,
Waiting for somethig,
To move them along...


It rained,pouring rain,
dissolved in air,
and took the words,
On a jollly ride,without any fare...


The words reached the image,
It danced more on the ripples,
The stream flowed faster under,
The words gained a life...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Glass heart...



I am heart of glass,
Broken,into pieces,
But every piece,is-
Heart nevertheless...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...

But,

Never forget,never unlearn,
to melt me and cool me,
Every now and then,
I need to evolve,again and again,
From pieces to master-pieces,
Whole my life,again and again,
Every time to a unique,sublime creation...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...


let your light fall on,
see the reflection and refraction
i am no illusion
see through me,i am of glass
But, never turn me into gas...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...

I am heart of glass,
Broken,into pieces,
But every piece,is-
Heart nevertheless...

Operation God.


The almighty,
Had a surgery,

The almighty had a surgery...
From his mind he removed me...

I was the ugly,sick,causing rancour,
i was the hate-heart cancer...

Spreading so fast to cause damage and danger...
Hate deserved his answer and had to seize to blunder...

Hence the almighty,
had a surgery.

All can write...


All can write,
Because it's all about our mind,
What we saw, we heard, we imagine...
How the conflicting emotions fight...
Why behind the why when we ask why...
The words we have and their meaningful depth,
The words we don't have and their nearest friends,
And how we use,the way we decide,
What all we righteously hide,
How all the truth gets revealed,
Why all the words are differently lined...
Our attention to a matter and the fact behind,
The phenomena and with them our obedient pact.
The noumena and with them our logic derived

To my dear friend...



What was wrong?
Why was i not taken along?


I want to know why,
I will try...

Feels like i am in the fry,
Come back,Together, lets again Fly...

Give me a chance,may be a last chance...
For my drawbacks i have acceptance,

There could be a scope for improvement,
But i hope you know it needs your involvement.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Master?


Destiny for every word,
Don’t know whether it is my idea,
Or of some one else…

It should not make any difference,
When I make it a point to enjoy the exuberance,
But the anguish part hurts.

Anguish part is this,
To sing at a picture,
Is not the same as,
Singing to create a picture…

---------------------------NOT THE END----------------------------

Read the above twice,
And don’t forget,
Read between the lines.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Colored morning through my night.


Provoked to be happy and nice,
I want to share what i rhymed...
How I made 3 hours fly,
On a day not in the same file…

Earlier that night,
I picked up a pen and sat on the bed,
I was either waiting for death,
Or something to make happen my life…
I slept to wake up,
With thoughts more,
To kill time.

I was standing in the city zoo,
Sipping hot coffee but looking gloom,
I knew i was feeling sorry for the captivated crew...
I was drenching with sweat like i had flu!

It was just a dream,
It was'n true,
I was in my room,
I looked all around at walls like a fool,
I wash my face, With summer water not so cool.


Like a zombie i pushed along,
To meet my friend- the darling lipstick-red,
Colored my lips, lined my eyes,
And i smudged it to hazy, from the black line fine...
I was sure i was pretty for the date this time...

I stood at the window, with myself stoned,
Like a devil of the angel dead,
I was waiting for the sun drowned,
From the time it was dark, he was not found,
But we had the time fixed,
Through the signals of my eyelid,styled…

The balcony’s balustrade,
Had cast shoadow lines,
In psychedelic patterns,
For the neighbour’s wall,
But the picture had to move out,
Though the street lights were on…

The raven sky,
Changed its color ,
To dissolve the shiny dots,
To let the same color’s,
Cuckoo cry…
The contrast’s began to bloom,
I saw the music fly,
The tiny birds swam in blue,
The green leaves, with colored flowers,
The grass with dew,
And the paper boy flew today’s news…

My eyes had an orgasm,
In the spring-summer time,
My orange babe slowly turned more hot and white,
And flew up the sky,
With a bye,
And filled me with more light…