For every day
She closed her eyes
Deciphered the realm beyond
Far away lay a tale
Of her man
Vignettes of the bond.

Tryst of the destiny
Brought kingdoms together
And souls of love depart
With one show of hand
Truth poured out of heart.

So much for love
Of power and influence
So much for desire
Of happiness and prosperity
Looking for overpowering winter
That she had learned to hate
She settled for the summer.

Sunlight, seeps in
Through their dead fortunes
And renewed loathing
For the world and its ways

From across the street
Screams, fresh from children
Blaring into the lifeless souls
Waking up the least of ghouls

Trapped in them
Lies an abundant world
Of money and power
Diamonds are their only flowers

Trapped in their longings
Overlooking reality
And rewriting destiny
They stay asleep
It's siesta of ignorance

The hour of wisdom
Unwelcome
For the unease it brings
Rises with the sun
And sets in the dark
Right before the day breaks
The hope.

On the intersection
of destinies and roads
Sits a man with his kettle
Cups are his weapon
Tool of digging wisdom
Every stir in his tea
Goes deeper than he perceived
Souls get elixir and they
Of wins, losses and battle
They lost in their shining armor.

Far from the ways of this world
He sits and watches it go by
And then come around
Like everyday
Yet peculiar in its way

There comes a time
His constant vigil goes away
As he walks back
To look for a home for the night
The road took care of him
He served it with his tea
Appreciating graciously
His mother had told him one night
That he will grow up to be a knight.

Am on the verge of it,
just behind the darkness
far ahead of the truth of my being
I lie here, alone.

Unlikeliness surrounds the soul
as I wake up
to see the light
that shines bright
into my eyes..
telling some lies.

Gazing around,
I try to find..
Those unknown faces,
A regretful smile..
illusion of the reality..
collusion of dreams..
Life is no more,
But light from beams..

I am entrapped.
in a small dark box
or free in an infinite world?

Sitting on their thrones,
they celebrate
Those victories and wins
piercing me as a pin.
Singing those songs
They celebrate
which herald the achievements
and the win of rights
over wrongs
They celebrate.

I looked outside
the window and myself
and found none
Never has been silence
like this one
There was still time
for my dawn to come
tunes of the victory
I just could not hum.

I had a goal
and I lived with it
walking along the unbeaten path
trying to get those circles in cubes, fit.
Perspiration paying off
when mind left off
I went alone to the forests
looking to bury my gaffe.

Yes, I will keep walking
until I get there
until I succeed
until hard work pays off
and celebrations start
There is still time
no time to halt
Before

I celebrate.

As if the world is falling apart
oh somebody struck this
dagger into my heart

Spilling out all that there has been
and all that never was
somebody just shook me
can't let this pain pass

Another one tomorrow
might break me in two
but I want to live once
before I go.

Final countdown may
keep us apart
I have heard in that world
there is always a start.

Entwined in you,
My palm breathes a life
of its own
Stuck in the moment
Seeds get sown
of love and togetherness
Entangling our souls.