Swirling flower torn
apart from the tree
by the gentle wind
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers
which lay forgotten
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly consume
them into oblivion.

Someday!
We shall be together
Someday!
We will travel the high seas.
Someday!
we shall come out together
from the realm of fantasy.
Someday!
We shall realize together
Someday!
We shall let out a scream
Someday!
we shall awake together
from the everlasting dream.


The world under our care,
everyone gets an equal share
and respected is even insanity.
Even a deer which wishes to fly
Shall be asked to give a try
and the world will share his emphathy

Someday!
there will be sense of freedom
Someday!
there shall be liberty
Someday!
we will bring them out
from book to reality

His phone switched off.
He is not at home.
Where has he gone?
On his own all alone.

The same sun shines
the same birds chirp
Yet the blue sky wrapped
in grey and black clouds
keep reappearing, stirring up
storms lashing out rains.

Each drop weighing a ton.
Each strike lingering on
Trickling into tears and
Each memory triggers
cascades of pain .

Wherever you are now?
Whatever you do?
I pray silently for you
and I hope however tempting
it might be you wont take up
The seducing Kiss of death

Lyrical Poet of Greece
flowing like gentle breeze
Born in island of ******
like dawning sun she beautifully rose

As the time flew
desecrating winds blew
leaving mere fragments of work
one complete but mere sixteen lines

So little is known for certain
Yet it does not discourage me to pen
Let this poem be a spark
let your curiosity leave a mark

She crafted words into a mystic Shape
once read there is no escape
She wrote of fragile personal moments
of her daughter and her female friends .

Even Plato acknowledged her beautiful lines
He even said these following lines
"Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there's Sappho too, from ******, the tenth"
Solon an Athenian ruler heard her song
and wanted it to be taught along
when curious faces asked Him why
he replied "Because I want to learn it and die".

Her Face was was minted in coins
Portrait painted on vases
Syracuse honored her exile
by erecting a statue
showing words could transcend
her gender in the people's eyes .

Introduction:
She was a
Blooming flower envious as day
Primitive world could not lock her away.

She was
One of a kind
A tender heart and a beautiful mind.

She was
was a mathematician
and a philosopher
in an age where women were tied
and made to silently suffer.
---------------------------------------------------------­------------
whatever I describe
must seem less
as data lie insufficient
and can not be regressed

The jewel shone brightly
reflecting light of planet and stars
and the light attracting
students from places far.

In kingdom of Alexandria
Where knowledge was power
she strode through the ladder
reaching pinnacle of the tower

All her students admired her
every one equal in her class
Like the first notions of Euclid
all equal to her and hence
equal to each other.


Never covered herself
in a cowl or cape
boldly she strode her world
even inventing Astrolabe

But alas! By religious fanatics
She was proclaimed a witch
Political victim to the
treacherous vines of jealousy

Kidnapped from her carriage
She was dragged into the
the holy caesareum
clothes ripped off by
the mob and ******
later her limbs were cut
and the body tied to a stake
only to be engulfed by the flames
and the mob around jumped
triumphantly in joy
proclaiming victory to god.

In present time too
she lays forgotten
as world desperately
tries to shed off
its masculine rag worn
for ages now torn
as some still try to stitch
it again.

And as I write with
tears in my eyes
her last words ring through
as she silently whispers
I forgive all of you.

I am dreaming our dream
Time has been reset I flow back
to that serene instant like
the one  swaying before
my eyes hazy colors, concentric circles
blooming purple lilies etched on my retina
right now like on that day  

You were there then
giving a knock on my head
Today like always I am
thinking back to your words
But in this haze letters scramble
up and only your smile lives on
somewhere in deep uncharted corners
as a memory

Taking a cue from you smile
I travel barefoot through the haze
I start running soon I am out of breath
and completely lost Pointer of my compass
not  coming to halt  I reach out my hand
asking questions yet there are no answers
in those countless scrambled letters

Another kindred soul comes across my path
saying "Its okay to stop rest and have some sleep"
and like that full moon night I start over again
slowly your words come back to me
" Zoom into every complexity all you get is
instances of linearity, Today is a gift that's why
its called present, live by the day as it comes"
and now
  I
remember
............

Vacancies left by death
are realized in life.
We wander across worlds
over time, dismissing the old
but there are some worlds
which we do not leave behind
and its the collection of these speckles
that make us realize the symphonies
camouflaged under the monotone of mundane.
Its these speckles that intoxicate us into nostalgia
and dejavu .
and yet its that one speckle that covers our eye
a rising sun that romanticizes the sky

as we walk through
the timid lanes of time
only the pebbles remain
the waters have dried
leaving behind the stain
air has escaped
pressure-less gain
and along this sunshine
clutched firmly within my hands
only pebbles remain only pebbles remain

In the bottom most depth
of sorrow, darker than black
more empty than void
camouflaged is an egg
when nested in tears
and incubated in love
Hatches the phoenix of hope
to soar back beautifully
in the endless sky
Shining in golden flames of rejuvenation.

A sonorous bell rings,
between my eyes,
drenching the senses.

Vibrations travel
till the toes,
a drop of blood,
floats away surpassing
the bounds of time,
trickling through the
winter mist, a blanket
of responsibility, insulates
the hidden vow,
into the lower echelons of mind
pure and untouched.

A dried fallen leaf,
still triggers memories
and the jolt awakens me
briefly  and the entities
of problem challenge opportunities
fade into vacant spaces of
love smiles and beauty

Dead before being born
friendship and love even though sworn
Darkness that looms even in morn
Pages from my past, remain torn
Consumed by time , ****
that fleeting instant , Long gone
like the darkness at advent of dawn
So I lay dead, before being born

Swirling flower torn
apart from the tree
by the gentle wind
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers
which lay forgotten
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly consume
them into oblivion.

Yes , the same trees
dance to the , morning breeze.
dripping dew shines
on green grass, bright green leaves.

Chirping of the birds
no longer audible
a distant whisper
trickles down in the ears.

Now the lonely streets
occupied by fitness freaks
No butterflies, no bees
only unoccupied hearts,  all for lease.

But

Those mornings I remember
during spring summer autumn and winter.
Leaves slightly danced, to a slightly brighter sun.
Its pleasant warmth embraced us both

Time never dared to touch us
Butter flies adorned your hair
radiating smile and joy even in despair
then life seemed easy
Now
it nothing but busy.

And now when I walk alone
silent smile trickles down
from my eyes to lips
in the memory of
Those mornings

The weather is calm,
the breeze, cold and soothing.
I do not flow with it though,
my head feels heavy, the grey blobs,
clouds appear to be near ,
hovering just over my head
the occasional drizzles feel
like the tears.
My pen ceases to write,
leaving blots of ink
smudged on the paper.
As if saying enough written,
enough said.
A wry smile caresses my lips
and melancholy stroke my eyes
this sensitive balance of contrasting emotions
is playing the strings of disequilibrium in my
HEART.
SYMPTOMS of missing you perhaps.

Random scribbles encompass
the journey of emotions into words.
Thoughts meander through ,
the corners of mind and my fingers
move too slowly.
Yet,
sometimes silences can
penetrate deeper than words
or even actions.
To dwell within it
in absolute nothingness
only in company of all
for an instant and to resonate
in the vibrations
that break the barriers
I spiral down into
oblivion of freedom.

There was a little boy
he did not prefer any toy
living in dark corner of an alley way
for him, weekend, festival was any other day.

Early morning the empty space
gets filled up with a sea of faces
who walk around in search of more
occupying the mind of the boy, making it sore.

(all alone his mind gets tainted as he observes.)

Fueled by greed all travel very far
In search of a more powerful car.
Lack of time only moving by flights
In ******* of sort getting into, mental fights.

Trapped in hoardings, advertisements,propaganda
Confuse lust for love, set up traps, new agendas.
send love and flowers through net and phone
end up broken hearts, breaking homes.

Sense of false practicality, work through the night.
Take a trip, caffeine sip, forget to turn of the light.
In want of time, give up leisure
trapped in insidious prisons, suffer mental seizure.

walking on the tight rope, never to relax at all
Unknowingly unacknowledged, take a beautiful fall.
And  imagining, standing tall
and lining up innocents against the wall.

The boy observing this everyday with his wandering eyes says
" lights from the traffic, blind my eyes
  obscuring me from the starlit sky.
  I am one of the faces in the hungry seas
  Every moment to survive, I must seize
  and yet I long to enjoy the cool serene breeze

The beautiful blue eyed
doll lying emotionless
can not talk to me
and you are not
that doll .
yet
every time I see her
extinguished memory fragments
glow again and tears appear magically
flowing endlessly within me
I am a cry baby
aren't I?
Every night in the moon
I see
a brown mare leap
to high five the stars
like those glances of yours
which still mystifies me
Now
I am at loss of words
In a trance, under the spell
So
Is this love's monologue?
A deep slumber
I shall never wake up from
completely fallen deep into
the eternal pool of love
placing my trust on you
what spell must I chant
to break through
to you
The perfect thing
that would bloom
the bud in you
riding blindly in the
vehicle of hope
in circles in search of
that one expression
which will catch you and
me unaware braced by instincts
into eternity but
for now
its only silence

Silently,sitting among her friends.
There she was,
a Cuckoo in a Crow's nest.
Silently, away from the common banter
Unknowingly, acting as an enchanter.

I sat in a trance, at the opposite end.
Sipping black coffee.
Our glances met for a millisecond.
But lasted an eternity.

Trance was broken by some unknown force.
A dark shadow crept in.
Venomous Serpent raised its hood.
Dragged deep into the ravines of self doubt
Perhaps, Stirring in the body not the soul

Is it just hormones?
Is it just Lust?
Should i wait some more?
Or submit to her arrest?

I looked across, She was already gone
Disappointed, I was but not for long
She came back, a sense for concern
a slight distortion to her beautiful face

Attractive pull suddenly stronger.
I wonder why?
She held a wounded pup
With a pearly tear in her eye.

Now within her, I saw a rising sun
Overpowering dark shadows within me
armed with bright light
of love

Words can not express but it was magic
I began to hear a soothing music
Everything began to rhyme
Suddenly she looked into my eyes
I knew it was time

Time to stand-up
Time to meet
Thanks to the cute pup
I shall follow my heartbeat

Another story begins
in the morn
Under the lonely sky
We are the invisible stars
as the light gets brighter
We cease to exist
and in the night
when you see us
to pass your judgement
You Fail too see us
as of now
But only our distant past.

Swirling flower torn
apart, from the tree,
by the gentle wind,
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers,
which lay forgotten,
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly, consume
them into oblivion.

eye lids move slowly
over the eyeballs
in an effort to garner
sleep to a worn out
body to restore the
metabolism to normality
yet sleep eludes

the slight movement
of the eyelids never felt before
is sensed as the brine tear
a lubricant between the interface
where surface tension dominates
all other forces of physics
what force dominates my heart?
I know not
and sleep eludes me

Unconstrained emotions flow
around like unsettled dust
particles glowing in the sunlight
that escapes in through a ventilator hole
sedatives themselves are sedated
and sleep eludes me

I still have five more days I foresee
before hallucinations and delusions
take over me
before that oh sleep like gandalf
arriving at helms deep
please come back to me
but not at the breaking of the dawn
not when light is bright
but in silence of the mysterious night

From a closed brass tap
hangs a diamond drop
wobbling , a distorted sphere
refracting the light of a
forty watt bulb
dispersing into seven colors
a dancing wavy necklace
Fluttering within the drop.
The trance is broken
as the drop as a perfect sphere
drops yet so slowly, gently hitting the floor
of the watery surface of a filled bucket
and the surface ripples in joy
as it knows even the
flowing water is bound by time
only the last drop can capture
that one precious instant
before its final fall.

From the day we are born
Till tomorrow's beautiful dawn.
we shall be depending
on
all the data we have been assimilating.

Data within our memories.
Can i truly forget the past?
Live only in the present
without any memories.

what are the five extrinsic senses
we depend upon do ?
without any memories.
This trap becomes bigger
the more data you collect.

The same data one of the reasons for diversity.
Hence is required liberty.
and
One day when I truly
start loosing my memory
Please do not throw me away
to the asylums with the tag
CRAZY

Actions canvas the swollen brain,
soul gets lost, ashes remain.
The needles ***** every
inch of the deserted heart,
with them I embroider
my words on a satin cloth
stained in bright red.
The words seem to
disperse away from
your sensation and only
red remains.
Intoxicated in insomnia
I brave another needle *****
as those words may disperse
from the stained satin cloth
but shall be firmly etched
as ideals in this vibrating heart.

The boy now tugged the arms of his father and he said "pa

Girls
In class, a space bound
by four walls adorned
with exit door, entertaining
windows, gloomy blackboard,
numerous monotonic charts pasted
lively children lay on benches wasted.

In this stream of gloom and curiosity
little boys and girls fight, Rather
in decent words compete
I sit in that forbidden corner
and look through the eyes
of the girls whom I too
must confess I have fought before

The world through their eyes
has a very bright ambitious glare
the ambition to prove
everyone around them wrong
that they too are equally strong
and silently I smile as it reminds
me ..........
Father suddenly breaks the narration of  the child
" Of  the special one
My love, your ma"
and similar thoughts resonating through both their twinkling eyes and silent smiles caressing their lips they walk past the mimosa arches into the grassy carpet towards their favorite spot the gigantic peepul tree by the boulder.

The child comes out of the mystic trance excitement still raging on and the father still lingers on staring deep into the sky and murmured to himself
"The day I saw you
was nothing special it
seemed then
Clad in a deep orange salwar
with fluttering over expressive eyes
with elegant steps you glided around
Our eyes met for an instant
and cocky rather timid
me looked away
that brief encounter
was all it was it seemed
but there lay another
coincidence written
in the books of destiny."
Unable to get his fathers attention the boy pulls his father's arms vigorously and in desperation
"PAA where are you ? anybody in there? knock knock "
Pulled out from the memory lanes he looks into the child and a hearty laugh blasts out of his lungs and without any reason the innocence of the child too drags him and both blast into uncontrollable bouts of laughter in harmony.

A muddy path loomed in front of a couple, one tall and another a tiny tot sharing the bond of a father and son. The path whose sides were engulfed with grassy pavements and a series of arches of mimosa trees, evening light of the dusk dancing through the leaves leaving a hazy spluttered pattern on the ground.
There was gleam in the child's bubbly eyes the one that he had got from his mother and he danced around his father trying to express things compressed in his little thought library.
Pa he said
" The world I saw today
lay transfixed, a different world
the world that you wanted me to  
see, the world not only from my eyes
but eyes of others too"

Crow
"Boys sitting together
eating lunch, chit chat
and banter for side dish
Suddenly a black shadow
attacks boys run for shelter
and I stand by a tree
and try to look through
the eyes of crow
I see their nest, I see their babies
I see the concern in their eyes
and fear in the eyes of ones
around me as they are blind
I try to stop them make them see
and now tears engulf me "

Dad bends down ,looking at his son, deep into his eyes with smile
he says
" Fear not my son
the tears you wept are
Tears of innocence
Tears of empathy
and now do tell me
what else did you see"

With those words he relit the flames of excitement in the child and as they began to walk again a random dog walked across the path,
a fast gush of wind made the leaves fall  and the two of them walked on.

Over the miles
somewhere beyond my reach
distress calls go unattended
my heart goes pale blue
yet I bleed red

someone dear
too far yet near
stands in the eye
of crisis unreachable
I can do nothing
feeling miserable
and only pray
my heart goes pale blue
yet I bleed red

falling bombs ,
propaganda charms
run amok in my chaotic mind
direction , unable to find
philosophers of love
assassinated by
priests of hate
my heart goes blue
Yet I bleed red.

Now here
I bring smile to a beggar
yet bitter residues burn
Patted once
betrayed beyond twice thrice
infinite
indefinite serpents caress
the numb body swollen mind
dissatisfied, idealism washes the stains
as I begin to walk away
having nothing to say
My heart still goes blue
My minds gone cuckoo
yet I still bleed red

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.

That one missed note in symphony
flies away unheard, ignored
and if recognized cursed, abused
Just for speaking the mind out.

Winds bring far stronger messages
than the electronic media
stroking the hearts and
body writhes in pain

The phoenix is in a catatonic sleep.
Only ashes rise  to higher plane.
Lights of hope are switched on
and Off the word hope loses
its meaning  inside the
emotional turbulence
of the ones ignored, tainted, maimed
cower away behind the impregnable
walls built by the world and the doors
built by them is sealed again.

Hiding away the pains
which linger on and on everyday
walking away into themselves
never shall they accept or approach
the sweet hand of love again
being betrayed in vain
walking away beyond the horizons
leaving everything behind
some finding solace in death
and others wandering lonely
and alone unloved, disconnected
broken paralyzed  floating as fragile bubbles
only to be broken into thousand droplets of water
evaporating into the  world of outcasts.

Electric bulb glows brightly
proudly converting electricity
to light and heat.
A single water drop
Shatters the glass, the pride
the price it pays, as heat distributes
Non-uniformly, the expansion
uneven.
Only a faint glow of tungsten
filament remains still thinking
wondering, Only if it had remained
switched off, of pride
the drop would have gently
trickled down the glass surface.

Undisguised not camouflaged
Standing out, A bright sun
in the blue sky stars hidden
within go unnoticed by the
Indifferent world Trapped
in their own cocoon of delusions

Unable Unwilling to metamorphose
to the beauty of kindred nature
into a free fall spiraling down
into the mundane

Illusion of Solid crust
beneath which the turbulent
molten lava flows
sometimes bursting out
yet another times causing
Tsunami and tremor

And yet the indifferent world
lays blinded by floodlights of duty
warming blanket of empathy
shredded by scissors of hate
buried within the grave yard
under the tombstone of misery

The different who rise up
from time to time are consumed
by the indifferent
like  a flash of lighting absorbed
by the indifferent earth as storms
of war thunder around in dusky
skies and innocent plants take refuge
in purging rains only to be flooded
out into the indifferent sea of documentaries
only to make  a trickle of frozen blood flow through
the chambers of tranquil heart
and indifferent yet try to contribute
subduing the thorny vines of growing guilt
by a click of like or share or Tweet

Sometimes the silent song
is heard  through the sonorous
souls within mind and winds
of change blow nucleating through
an idea propagating through words
symbols of art hitting the conscience
and arise the single conscious crowd
not the raging temporary mob
new sprouts of  generation rise up
through the barren land
and art forms inherently provide
what people need dragging from
the oblivion of what people want?
as bright illusion of illumination
is smoldered through enlightening
darkness as indifference transforms
into glowing luminous flowers of empathy

From the dark black clouds
lightning strikes
rusty old iron pike
pointing the sky
atop a haunted mansion
Charge flows into the earth
getting dispersed, neutralized

sky and clouds rumble
in joy, their claps thunder
across the valley
window panes resonate
with laughter

I stand in the haunted house
like an apparition a Ghost
at the window
Clouds appear to me as parade
of tiny dust people, Mexican wave of charges
travelling down vibrating hot plasma
to my blind eyes
enhancing the beauty of
a streak of white on
dark black canvas  

In turn enhancing charging
electrochemical excitation at synapse
releasing a wave of calcium ions
as billions of cells and charges
work in harmony to create
a single conscious me

A vision of future
not so bleak dawns
before my blind eyes
as billions of living conscious
living organisms blend
in harmony as all the charges
resonate upholding inherent
diversity we empathize
into a single entity earth

Clearing the puzzle of evolution
from interacting particles and charges
to a cell with auxiliary units to
multicellular  organisms to a single
Conscious beings to a single Conscious
PLANET

Faithful sea extends
out its tidal hands
to the distant divine moon
with a jump of hope
Equally
when  silver rays of
affection strokes the sea
on a full moon
And
When cold shadow
abandons the sea
on a new moon

Only to

Crash on the sad rocks
adorning the lonely land
yet returning back to try again

And

Moon knows nothing of this

Sometimes on a high tide
certain rules might not abide
returned from land again to ocean
one does not see any plausible reason

In the very first observation
arguably one sees no pattern
with the moving of time
somewhere in mind there strikes a rhyme

a flash of light
a glow of hope
to lay things straight
with a constant *****

the pattern is figured
the purpose served
still looms the uncertainty
observed pattern fails at infinity

Despair seeps in, one looses the power of will
Sinking in the past, making time to go standstill
imagining life to be some unbroken seal
however strong, time shall always heal

Long before, when I lay spent.
Trapped inside me.
We shared a shadow
Dwelling deep within
at the bottom of the heart
Treasure hunters, hunting strength.

I didn't care then.
Even If I fell
Even If I lost faith
as You were there with me
I was not alone.

Even In deepest sorrow
You enlightened me
pointing at the setting sun
"It starts to shine towards tomorrow
and see the shadow connecting our hands
leads us there."

Looking back then, I was crying
Weak , Vulnerable, Straining my heart.
Holding everything within.
You stabbed me with love
clearing out my chest,
lending your hand, taking me forward
in search of a new me.

I swam away from worries, I did not hide.
You were always watching over
never letting go of my hand .
But now when the cycle repeats itself
I am left with nothing
Just a flicker, a memory of you
Everything else now seemingly untrue.

We mourn in silence
as sun shines everyday
trying to bring rays
of hope and smile
to millions desperate

In darkness of the night
Moon gives hope
through the reflected light
of the golden sun
portraying the same intention
and stars chuckle by
like millions of orphaned
children wandering our dark world

Technology which brought in abundance
has left us in want
machines brought in to give leisure
has left us with no time at all
Virtual net which brought people
miles apart together has resulted
virtual bubbles of gloating egos
we are together yet alone and
isolated in this world of paradox

serpents of guilt keep dancing
around yet the cloak of fear
blinds us we ignore
and without even us realizing
all that we do
along with all other beings
residing on this beautiful earth
we just mourn
blasting our lungs out
in silence