Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Summer Winter Autumn Spring


Let there be light
dark be thy rooms
silver plated 'virginity'
lost in it's own
summer

Inexperienced darkness
a nostalgic effect
in my 'neverland'
lost in it's own
winter

Living truth
died happily
gruesome effect
the society 'renewed'
lost in it's own
autumn

Creation is I
the end of me
boundaries unlimited
lost in it's own
spring

Sunday, February 22, 2009

A dream I saw

A Dream
I saw
in the
middle of nowhere
Dancing through time
Dancing through space
Dancing through feelings
The city of joy
in rhythm with it
rejoicing
in it's own colors
No pace
No time
could I
imagine
The' trance dance'
The ' dance of life'
----

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Discovery of the century

A square wheel
bump bump bump
Not very good
triangular wheel
bump bump bump
A round wheel
- - - - - - - - - - -
Aha!
Discovery of the century

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Nature and I




It was autumn

the smell of the lake

the crisp leaves

the plain earth

Nature wanted him

all over


Down the lane as he

walked

seduced by

nature

the 'other'

in him

shouted

an inner realization!


Craziness

was it?

he asked

the 'other'

Indeed.



Saturday, December 27, 2008

27.dec.2008


The shell
stagnates

The road
lonelier

The laugh
faker


Monday, December 22, 2008

2:00am, 9th Aug

She thought it was a joke.
It sure was.
But she had never imagined the joke would turn into the biggest truth of her life.
Time flew.
Love blossomed.
But real life could not be as mushy as the reel one.
Distance mattered
A lot
for them.
The arguments
The Silence
The society
The norms
Ha!
Strange it was, for sure
Love, like they say is 'blind'
but they saw ahead
too ahead perhaps
And
a crack
they saw
Tears fell
stuck in the
middle of nowhere
or maybe somewhere
they could not see
'Friends, we shall be forever'
they vowed.

She thinks it is a joke.
It sure is?

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The painting


I sat to paint
looking back
I saw a
'plain'
'dull'
'colorless'
feeling
and
The strokes of life
splashed all over
the abstract mind
Irritated as ever
I held the brush
and
gave my feelings
a pause...