Era of forgotten worlds

August 27, 2012 § 1 Comment

I live in the era of forgotten worlds
I love poetry and odissi verse
In the era of twitter and jazz moves
I play golf among the tallest towers.
Play piano in the midst of guitars

My words go unheard,
Lost between a million blogs
I need contacts to make my mark
Yet I wish to remain anonymous
to lead daily peace
Away from competitive minds

 

I don’t want to know about market price
I just want to sit and wait for the sun to rise
Feel the rain, and take a fresh breath inside.
Create things, you can never dream of
Portray beauty in its pure form
Dance like a peacock on the stage.
Be who I am
And relish this only life.

But these times require the economies
The accounts and the business leash
Or I’ll get swallowed by the giant crane
The industrialised n the capitalised state.
So I forget what I love and play
And write in those meetings for the blank face.
And dream about the day to come
When this era ends, and mine comes.

Face off

May 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

A million thoughts left behind

A million tears that i had cried

A million joys long forgotten

All came back, when you came in sight!

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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