It feels like the times of yore,We await a ship that takes us home, May it take, just a little more;The breeze is strong, skies are sore; oceans kiss the naked shores. Castles of sand, battles of words Renegade desires,and lovers in the storm. In collaboration with Bharath, when he is thinking of fairytale.
The time that I’ve looked upon speaks of something that is gone. Our birth is but a sleep, a fading mist which we think of as predestined. Heaven begins in infancy, continuing throughout the youth; is on it’s way unattended. In course of time how it dies away and fade into the light of commonContinue reading “Time.”
There can’t be change without loss of routine, which is why so often people are afraid of it. It take them away from what they always knew. I know how affirming it feels to blame the outside world, denying ownership of whatever role you have in the existential play of your oh so important life,Continue reading “Change.”
Memories. I try and revive a few. My recognition and remembrance are faint. A dark sycamore of disconnected consciousness lays in repose.Waves of reason soak into the rootsAnd I wonder, “why does it stand ashore?”Green to the very door in wreaths of smoke like a hermit it stands alone. It’s presence disturbs me with the joyContinue reading “Memories.”
Grey seas and soil, blackMoon, half, could fit in my hand Waves that leap. Are dreams lost in my sleepI’m filled with joy, overwhelmed with fear By voices that speak. Neither wrong nor right Time and again, acquainted with the night.I looked down the city laneDistressed and unwilling to explain. “Lead the way!” The streetContinue reading “Passing by.”
When you’re trapped in a terrain so turbulent, a sky so fraudulent;where you’ve to cage the raging emotions and bottle up an ocean.When you run out of tricks and stand there, confused! Hoping someone to come and fix, when it’s just you!