Condensed are the dew tears
bound within her eyes,
Sparkling, twinkling
unperturbed by floating lies.

Frozen tear crystals
light up the world.
Her vibrant liveliness,
knows no bounds.

she wanders in her
own path
sometimes betrayed
at other times burnt
yet she blooms a loner
who is,
never
alone.
or
is she?

She was a very sensitive girl
so sensitive that
between her calm, sensuous eyelids
over the deep penetrating ,brown eyes
resided permanently, pearly lenses
of dawn dew tears, unflinching.

Her world was flowing ,colorful, well different
we call it fantasy, for her it was reality.
So real , that world gave her a title
Crazy.

She was never alone, yet lonely
People laughed around, they would bully.
No one , not even one
could understand, her sensitive vision.

She sought refuge among
mute animals, birds and wise old trees.
Millions of abandoned beings, weaved from her thoughts
took shelter under the ever expanding canopy of her heart.

Little unnoticeable incidents crept into her eye
tremors crept into her soul, it made her cry.
and yet even though her inner self, appeared weak
she did not let her exterior, creak.

Love overflowed through her, to anyone in need
like the affectionate rays of the sun
caressing tickling the earth, expecting nothing in return.
when rivers of emotions, merged with the sea
she became the dust, forming clouds of passion
raining drops of love, respite to the heat of hate.

Fear yet eclipsed, the anxious minds
and they drove her, to a doctor.
Medications mingle with ,the beautiful mind.
Infiltration occurs, only side effects unwind.
Catatonia appears , she is always asleep.
Eyes wide open , no one can get through.
Conscience slowly fades into oblivion
To stop this, self destruction
Higher dosage prescribed, not a word of assurance.
now forever trapped, no way to break free.

Now worm of hate slowly slithers, into her veins
A sudden urge , **** , ****, **** echoes in the background.
And next day, she lay on the bed dead finally free.


An old leather back book, A journal I suppose
When the world read its contents, Uncontrollable
bouts of blood tears vaporized and sky was red
the whole day.
Within the contents, were worlds
Worlds without countries, Worlds without disease
Worlds filled with love, worlds with liberty
respecting diversity evolving into equality.

and in the last page the following scribbled
" My love for you all is not enough to ****
But sufficient for me to die."

Book was published with those writes
and this was written in the beginning

" Are you ready to , peel out your fears.
Be prepared to, see through the veil of tears"

Our fragile expanding Vision,
Our harsh gripping realities
Our futuristic elusive Ideals
Tremble,Vibrate Quiver within
our intrinsic consciousness and
we keep knocking at their doors
Unperturbed
and
World roars in harmony
Calling us cowards, even sun moon
and invisible wind mock us with laughter.
Damaged a single I might have perished
But we Unperturbed we ponder about
things we have never felt seen or want to see.

Wishing under the dark sky
that maybe magically we could
sprout wings or become birds or at least butterflies.
Twinkling stars wink, inviting us to join them.

We smile back, scared in calculated impulses
for sunlight and the perfect time.
World accused us of running away,
accused us of being spineless cowards.

We laugh to endure
the long bitter night
staring at the sky
hoping to fly
Not knowing how to?
we outstretch our arms
Our imaginary invisible wings
towards the heavens
Flapping flapping flapping
hard

Now the world calls us Immature
a child and sun moon and the invisible winds
join in.
And
this time a sparkle glides
through our eyes
To the constant truth
through built up lies.
A tree of passion grows within our hearts
fruits of adventure ripen
and compassion sprouts new wings
and we in unison
soar into clear blue heaven

And
Now world sun moon
sing praises
Unperturbed
We just smile, flying
flying towards unhatched fledglings
to show them the journey, this flight
The flight of hope

Friends, Brothers, bid me farewell.
Good bye allow me to depart.

As gentle streams we had come together.
Flown for a time like a mighty river.
Taking up rocks of experience
converting them to pebbles of joy.

On the sill I leave the keys to my door.
I leave the room to you.
In return, i only ask for a smile.
Your acceptance, the key to run the remaining mile.

White light has entered the prism.
Reminding our doodles of dark sarcasm.
I have received more than i could give.
Keeping aside what i deserve, Please forgive.

Golden memories, I shall not bury
They travel along on a ferry
Rivers part before reaching the sea
Seeds get dispersed from the mother tree
(so let it be)
you all shall linger on have some fun.
Remember when you too reach the sea we shall be one

Boredom strikes notes of rhythm.
Monotony drags everyone into trance.
Blazing heat dehydrates the body,
but the insecure mind remains untouched.

The staircase is the same
and the number of steps
remain unnoticed.

Passion disperses into
the heap of dry leaves
people from the past
revisit through memories.

sunlight disappears into the night
tube-light keeps me awake
murky ponds of sarcasm
now lay dry, parched.

Within the vacancies
left behind by silent
awakenings I seem
to linger on in hopeless
hope tasting every ounce
of sour juice of pain
experiencing thrills
though pain remains
engraved in my soul
I do realize suffering
is still just a choice,
an option that has now
withered away , watered
by smiles.

Bound within the epicenter of hate
realization seemed to have dawned
within the deep caverns of her mind
Friends and love words which
were too precious to her before
exceeding all other emotional longings
now lay fluttering like a tattered cloth
caught among the thorny shrubs.

She had been open to love
The *** of love she carried
soon overflowed and finally her
hands slipped and she was left
with a broken *** or was it her heart

She now crafted a new ***
*** with a hole at bottom corked
She uncorked it when the *** was full
and soon all the people and love flowed out
and the *** her heart lay intact.

Her love had a unidirectional flow
It only flowed from her never
accepting any in return.
Love made you vulnerable
hate made you strong,
so she received hate
shied away from love.

Tears no more flowed
the glands lay spent exhausted
damaged permanently by over use
so she always smiled
preferring to walk alone
sowing seeds of love
but never receiving any.

Soon world made her a messiah
she did not want any of that
another man borrowed her idea
taking it beyond her death.

and somewhere in some lone
ramblings of the religion found
by that man she lived on
in these words
Rise from hate
Its never too late
do not give in to destiny and fate
you can always start from a Blank slate.

On the chariot of moon beam silver
the goddess of love appeared before me
dumbstruck i stood staring at the infinite sky
it was not her face, neither her color
but her glowing soul, her blooming heart
that captured me into affection.

Oh my violent brother, be at peace
Know the truth, let this hatred cease.
Even if you cut me out
this rock shall not shed blood but water.

You can be the sun, she revolves upon
I plead to be a moon, revolving around her.
You can be the light reflecting from her
I can remain back as mere shadow.

Mesmerized by her grace
I admire her without blinking my eye
the glint from the blade now shows the edge
my heart is bandaged and cut cut simultaneously
Oh my violent brother do you not see.

To untangle her tangled hair
I have now become a comb
Or I shall be reborn as a slipper
to her lotus petal feet
Even though dooms day
arrives the intentions of
true love shall never fade away.

and
On the chariot of moon beam silver
Goddess of love stands before me.