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A Mouthful of Sky

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:10:00 +0530

If I can have the whole world to myself

Even for a day

I would make it see the sweetest dream that I’ve imagined

At every day-break the birds will chirp and sing

Extolling a freedom seldom seen

Teardrops from innocent faces drying up

Before it washes down the smile

Rainbows- so vibrant and shimmering

Helping to spread the good vibes

Like a young brave artist—not yet drunk on melancholia

I’ll try to paint the world…

Red, green blue and many such hues

If I can have the whole world to myself

Even for a day

I’ll make every child’s bedtime…

Little Master- An eulogy

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 09:30:00 +0530

One upon a time, not so long ago
Walked upon the green turf
A boy with a willow wielded aloft as the chrome
Set out to conquer the whole wide world
Quickly he learnt… ‘prodigy’ everyone hailed in unison
Dispatching the cherried beauty into parts far and unknown
With such deftness akin to a master
Whose actions spoke loud but not his words
Such was his magic that the whole world bowed
In defeat and victory he acted as the ‘man’
Accepting them as if they were part of the plan
Never was a human so intense on the hallowed ground…

DreamScape

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 10:30:00 +0530

Staring at some broken lines...
Blankly, in a doped state of fixation
I was like a wrecked dream, like an abject non-entity
The lines mocking me...
At my efforts to understand myself
I guess that’s the toughest part
Understanding something that doesn’t make any sense
Chasing dreams… and not knowing what it was all about
Rising like the Phoenix ... straight from the ashes
O' how I want to fly again...
Does not matter how insane it might seem...
Life isn’t only about the-- unbroken, unbent and perfect things
It’s also about what you can imagine
No rules, no shackles holding…

Livin' on a prayer

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 09:15:00 +0530

In and out of sleep; sweat beads on my forehead

A bad dream perhaps…

Not that being awake is any different

Tired-- very tired

Can’t fight anyone anymore…

There is no fervor to fight; to put my point across

Tired of explaining the reasons

Like a Rastafarian; living a forsaken life

Reliving every moment; as though in a flashback

Those angel eyes; that soft caress

Memories stealing my breath away

Smiling at those moments; crying at the same time

Life has taken such a cruel bend

Life that has become an anti-thesis of itself

Heard that ‘faith can move mountains’

Living…

I, The Living

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 18:10:00 +0530

Maybe this is the last time
That I’ll try to write
These musings of an insane mind
What difference does it make anyways?
Now that I’ve known...
It’s no use singing
In the ‘City of Deafs’
It’s time to move on…
But I know not where
Some-place far away
Perhaps into the realm of fantasies
Where love and life entices everyone
To sing the song of their dreams
It’s time to move on
Of that I am sure
Beyond the green meadows
Into the cloud caressed vales
My footsteps leading me… slowly…
Into an unknown abstractness
Far, far away from the…

Nowhere Man

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 02:45:00 +0530

Oh! see that man…
Scrawny, haggard and unkempt.
Have seen him in the pavement since days.
Must’ve been not so grotesque once…
Now only a vestige of that remains.
Like some memories sweet…
Everything in him was faded
But spare a thought for his eyes…
They betray his state of being…
They stand like some rocks…
Enduring the wild sea.
How many secrets do they hold?
How many tears they might have shed?
Mocking at the very world that calls him insane.
Maybe he could’ve made something great
---- Out of his life!
Just like the way engineers and managers do!…

Dead Man Walking...

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 19:45:00 +0530

Walking in the rain…
At a moment that was
Nothing but strange
I felt as if u were nearby
… yet so far.
That familiar fragrance of yours
lingered in the crisp air.
The swaying trees caressed by the winds
Giving me some hints that I couldn’t see
Maybe telling me about you…
Sitting by the window...
Staring at the rain
Perhaps…thinking about me
And the times we spent together
…while being apart!
Maybe it isn’t raining
Perhaps it’s just the Heaven’s way
Of taking pity at yet another martyr
In the Kingdom of Love
--- crying for me
--- thinking…

Soliloquy

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 13:55:00 +0530

The divine smell of night jasmine
Wafting through the open window of my room
As I sat still in abject solitude
Weighing everything that life could offer
Dreams--- broken and abandoned…
It felt like I couldn’t go anymore… anywhere
But the shackles of that beatific smile
Forcing me to live…
Giving me reasons I couldn’t comprehend.
Dreams—buried in the graveyard of time
What went wrong in that perfect dream?
I would never know till my Kingdom comes
Perhaps some dreams are too perfect to be true…
Perhaps some people are too passive to believe in love
Now I know what it…

Lines written in 5 minutes

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 21:05:00 +0530

I thought it’ll be fun

When I decided to write a poem

In a five minutes run

Don’t know what to write

Although my mind sang a song

At the possible delight

When I was young

I thought silly people wrote poems

That no one else could comprehend

Now that I am a bit old

I can understand what emotions these lines could hold

The birth of a child, the song of lovebirds, the tears of separation

Oh! Poetry can also be awesome.

I peeped into my watch

And danced with a kid like mirth

It has been two minutes already…

Psychedelic Colors of my Mind

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 20:35:00 +0530

Psychedelic Colors of my turbulent mind
Is turning my life into a muddled haze…
I walk alone amongst the crowds
As if in an incoherent daze.
I may never cry the way others do…
Because my tears are stifled in the vacuum within.
The inner battles, the self denials…
Ahh! I can’t bear it anymore.
Maybe what I need is some valour
To stand by what I believe.
This world ain’t a Shangri-la
Nor I a wandering monk…
But I‘ve heard somewhere
That dreams sometimes just come true.
Of course! I have heard People
Telling me that I’m different.
Psychedelic I…