Old days
Rusted dreams
The sound of those times
I need to feel your touch
Best friend, I miss you already
Your lovely eyes
Smiling into mine
I can't take care of myself
Like you can.

Weaving my fairy tales
Discovering your thoughts
Making your thoughts my visionaries
Tickling the touch-me-not.
Listening to your stories
Smiling at the confusion of your art
Uncovering your glory
I take time, I won't depart.
Playing with your fingers
My reminiscent laughter
Your fragrance around me it lingers
Like yesterday and hereafter.
Your dreams, I see they shine
Let me enter your royal dungeons, my castle
My passion, within you I completely lie
Your beauty runs beneath your skin
stuffed up in your heart.
Singing to you my goodnight lullaby
Waking you up with a cup of cold coffee
You are a part of my passion
I study your mind
You render my heart
You are the biggest mystery yet
Through the words which my pen carve
You fearlessly impart.

Indian Legends.

The Legend of Triambakeshwar
The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu
On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone
For honour
Claiming Wisdom
Voicing out their mighty combat impale
At that very moment, a resplendant pillar
Emerged, took form before them
Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth.
Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar
As an examiner of infinite Wisdom
They both decided to find either end of the pillar
to prove their supreme position.
Brahma took form of a swan
to find the topmost portion of the pillar
Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller
to discover the bottom part of this pillar.
Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu
"I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu"
Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart
A fruitless effortless failure.
This pillar is no ordinary pillar
The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga
The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil
The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one
Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra
Dayakara,Hara,Mahes­hwara
The Lord with 1008 titles of honour
Ageless, timeless, formless,
Limitless.
Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk
"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev
Punishment is a part of crime.
You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved.
Temples shan't have place for you"
Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord
"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth
Into the same pillar, the Linga!
At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies
from now,
till forever comes."

Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must
On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day
Maha Shivratri
The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti
At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara.
From underneath the Earth,
Like a descendant from the skies
The ruler of the seven worlds
Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya
The invincible source of destruction
Of the Seven Hells, Paatala
*Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala,
The Patala.

Without a lover who'd slash your heart
Or an impudent cut across your cheek by your step mother
Without the pain, without things to bother
Without the mosquito and the rat,
Without Malaria and plague to smother
You will be living in paradise
Dear friend, you just realized
This is Earth, the devil's prada.

La la la
La la la
Mmmhmm
La la la
♫ ♪
Dear Heather
I remember the time
When your father came up with your name
That fine saturday morn
The sixth day of May
I remember the time
When you wailed in my arms
You promised with your innocence
That you will never do us wrong
♫ ♪
Today you sleep on my lap
Taller than I am
Busier than I was
Lovelier than I ever could be
. . .
. . .
♫ ♪
La la la
La la la
Mmmhmm
La la la
♫ ♪
Go to sleep my beautiful baby
Remember that I am always here
You are all big and grown
You are now fighting this mighty world.
To me,
you're still that gorgeous infant
I held memorable decades ago. .
♫ ♪
La la la
La la la
Mmmhmm
La la la
♫ ♪.

*kisses good night.

You have seen those cheerful kids
Flying kites high up above
Bearing a happy heart, lighter than a feather
No worries, just innocent thoughts.
The kites feel like they've conquered the silver clouds
Though they fly many many layers beneath 'em
Their abstract vanity and enduring pride
got them strangled over tree tops.

You have seen those sulking self-haters
Flying kites high up above
With a hope to escape memories of the ghosts
To forget the evil they long ago bore.
The kites, they seem to refuse to speak
Owning souls too heavy to fly,
Urging to die.

You have seen those random kites
Stringless, wandering in the sky up above
Lost their way trying to discover themselves
Ending up somewhere and falling in love.
The kites, they feel they are way too different
To survive with the other ones in a normal world
Hungry souls, creative eyes
In a clear blue sky, they don't know where to hide.

Tangled strings, tired wings
Irritating distractions, infinite other things
Restless kites, not even sparing the dark nights
Worthy ones and unworthy ones
We all know one thing

Kites are meant to fly.

You never complain when joy hits you,
a taken-for-granted part of life.
Why do you wail over the misery then?
Arise, awake and strive.