Nature

July 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

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A jack beneath the furrow

Darkness inside the hallow.

So much we talk

Crunchy miles we walk

Just to get out our way.

Its money I say,

That turns our night into Day.

Loyalty is fictitious.

Its written in fairy tales.

Why do we hide in fright?

When our driver is our might.

What would you do without him any way!?

The light across the trees

Our hunt for our needs

Basking greenery in sand dunes, can’t survive.

Culture cutting freedom of your wife

n What of all the sins you did

throughout your honorable life??

The leaves fall off when dried.

The Gypsy

July 8, 2012 § 4 Comments

On the highway of my life
I came across a lot of wives.

On the highway to heaven,
I did the deeds to please hell.

On this never ending road,
Did you see me there?

As we walk through this shade, so slow,
Did you need me there?

As you look above your soul,
And your tiny tiny door,

This huge world survives.
Oh so bigger than our lives.

On the highway of my life
I realised
You were never inside, by my side.

On this highway lay small shops,
On this highway lay petrol flops,
On this highway lay a drunken man,
On this highway, the vast vast land.

And I traveled through this land.
This long strech of time.
Through the concrete and the sand.
Through the miserries and the joys.

I found myself all alone.
I left, my love behind.
Like the trees and the sun,
They just came in all size.
I grabbed the wind unsung,
And moved ahead tonight.

Equinox

May 31, 2012 § Leave a comment

Standing on this junction of good n bad

There is good in bad, n bad in good.

Standing on this junction of right and wrong

I wonder who is to write, what is right n what is wrong?

Distances shorten. Days forgotten.

A new start to try a new start.

I fly among the windy clouds

Your whisper in my ear

A name, not found

Who are you? and Where am I?

The horizon starts to fade

darkens and daze

A walk through the shadows

Of  lows and highs

I try to find myself…hidden sly

This junction of then n now

A terrible dream

Loud shouts

Not straightened crease

Failed attempt.

Try

I try in success

For a clear head

To look ahead

To a beautiful tomorrow

Without any sorrows

Oh no sorrows..!!

Meet me at the equinox

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.

Where Am I?

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