Poems

 Off I go, wide of the mark.. Someplace, Somewhere on the map... In depths of brains... In pits of thoughts.. In bits I ask? Why do you say!? "Life is of 4 days or off rails in astray..?"

Blood it is...  In veins.. it bleeds.. For as long as you live... Owning.. it flows.. Crusade.. it pumps.. Till the last of every breath, you take...  And then.. it dies.. before you my friend.. it dies before.. you my friend.. before you.... my friend...

 A world full of mysteries... Melodies of whom... As some fairy tales are carried by the breezing wind... Rustling.. Swinging... Sung by the far away swallows.. For it to be heard... You my dear... Clear your head.. Sneak away into the fields.. Close eyes..and walk free into the scenic greens.. And fill those question marks in your childhood... Closed books.. As it is only then.. you would realise.. What being content and feeling alive is all about..!

 As the day falls into the dusk The night emerges  Whereon glay coloured land.. The Silver melts and drips out drop by drop floating to the bottom realm.. And it's there where you see.. The white covers ground..  Trees stand a tall on life and birds resting on branches for a lifelong.. And suddenly all that is.. Comes to a pause..  A new day sets in..  Of all the past, only the white is left.. Sparkling in the rays of sun..  Dusk till Dwan All this in one ride..

Oh lord! This isn't the first time.. And surely won't be the last one.. Oh lord! Give me the power to hold.. For this too shall pass..For what I ask don't misjudge me! Oh lord! Thinking about it, the scar feels too real to be true.. just maybe,for I have been not ready to accept this apocalyptic world to crumble down as it is now, as if it ceased to exist a long time back... Oh lord! I won't ask why, I was the one given these senses to witness this end!?... Cause I know " Life" is as fickle as a child's mind... At times it looks for something and wishes the other.. Life... My lord! Is a way another topic...

One Sings into the night, Waiting for someone to hear.. One Sings, To fulfill his dream to reality.. One Sings, To stop the tears from Falling down.. One Sings, For someone on deathbed all alone.. One Sings, For her child to feel the sense of safety.. One Sings, To praise the lord, for his blessings... And you!  My love; sing for yourself!

 Sound in sounds round around the hall...There she was, totally numb... Scared, anxious of results that would come.. Dumbfounded she was ...looking for answers...how to overcome fears ? Panicked..She thought.. At Last deep within found the insight.. the little light that saved her that night.. Sound in sounds round around the hall..Both she and SHE were there.. At the brim ,close to the end..  How come she was there and yet not..she questioned? It was later in the night, with grim she remembered and actually accepted the reality of after death... Sound in sounds round around the hall.. There He was sad..lost the job. How could he survive? ..thought..  A way or other was his only choice ; So he woke up from the sleep ; So he shattered the black glass within... And it was then when he realized how special he was... To break the chains of society... With the power everyone desired that day...with the chainsaw... With the little light...from within that shined upon him that d...