Moonlit door open slowly
For I fear my words can be heard
By the frog in the pond;
Moonlit night crippled by silence
I hear that to someone
I am a joke to my own conscience;
The sullen woods within
Give me the secret keys
To enter another world
Where the forgotten constant
Rises from the grave
After centuries of buried wisdom
The light shines upon this misplaced soul!

If a song can have power over you
Enough to control the rhythm of your heart
What may one say of the composer?
Who when immersed in the art
Commands the spirits to closure
Is he real enough to feel
The power when awake?
Is he deceptive enough to conceal
The grip of a bygone state?
Revel in the magic till it lasts
Even if for a while at any rate!

Hunger for power
On fast track to disorder
Takes all to black holes!

Wisdom sleeps in peace
Till time’s pandemonium
Wakes up life’s drama!

The Pigeon outside
Resists your open windows
Not your open mind.

You may see yourself
But never in the mirror
Will you face the truth!

Gaze of emerald
Overlooks this troubled world
Exposing its pain