Dream on

June 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

I walk about in nude dreams. So serene. So naïve.

I walk about in narrow lanes and wide streets

Try and look at the world through my eyes.

Where do we belong? Who are we?

Have we got a choice?

I don’t know my next turn,

or if the spoken words are empty lies?

What’s behind that face?

A faded scar? A fake smile?

Dream. Dream all that you want.Dream all that you can try.

Build the courage you need to get to it

Before your life flies

For there is no tomorrow,

There is no yesterday

All we have with us is,

Only this day

Walk a mile on your foot

To fly in the plane next day

For there is no success to life,

Without the hard way

Without the hard way.

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Ocean of illusions

April 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

I walk about in borrowed robes

No home too close

No shore but sore

What is the peace that I have earned?

The beautiful sunset that just died

or the smiling lady by my side

The reality keeps poking my heart

For it’s the pay check slave that I must mark

I walk about in borrowed robes

on busy streets and empty shores

in posh cars and cracked souls

What is it to be sad?

The dollars lost or forgotten love

Both can be earned

But just one by one.

No satisfaction, the thirst never dies.

The world cries. The world cries.

I walk about in borrowed robes

Material matters I never earned

It’s the happiness which I borrowed from my peers

because they crib even in royal airs

The empty palaces n lonely cars

We all have got our scars.

The sea might look so magically blue

But beware, it’s all a farce.

It’s all a farce.

Chaos of Reclusive phase

April 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

Restlessness and uneasyness. An urge to break through. Fly . Fly far away.

A falling stone. A moving petal. The blooming surface.

A beautiful face. Breath taking sunrise. The forgotten days.

Memorable photographs. The empty lane.

A thousand facebook friends. A million plans. Infinite dreams.

Morality. A forgotten reality.

Vacant. But not lonely, not taken.

Where Am I?

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