Moments melting Blue in the canvas of silence,
This serene splash of loneliness,I save it in my heart.
The Blue wing of my imagination is getting deeper
And I feel I am being followed from the ancient time.

Then I stoop to myself to find out who is it
And all I hear is me and only me from long back.
Now I believe  in my existence,these moments
with all it's silence told me so many things.

All it craved was some words from me,
Here I try to give some to it,can you see?

I know,in the world of hope and optimism
nobody is ready to accept the denial,
And You are not an exception dear lady.

But please take a sigh,let it go and
open your palm,stretch out your hand
and please try to understand that I
can not melt in your arms.

I am a Sceptic  Sailor who gets afraid
of both land and storm as he got his moments
of bitterness from both these ends.

So,I appreciate your love you bestowed upon me,
but I cant rest upon your promised land,
I need to keep sailing and there's so much to see.

I hope one day you will understand this refusal
I hope one day you will appreciate this denial

With all his World pulling him back,still
He left for the other side one fine morning,
He was a traveler and that's the best he could be.

With hunger and thirst ruling all the way
he did not give up to seek something that
can fill his emptiness that he felt being in
the middle of everyone with everything.

With wandering eyes he saw the world like
a baby bird first opened it's eyes getting surprised
at every steps he took,everywhere he went.

But one day while wandering here and there
he met a beautiful girl somewhere at the corner
of the earth and immediately fell for her charming beauty,
her mesmerizing lips,her integrity and grasp over making
dull things into attracting events.

He spoke out his heart to her and started to get
closer and closer and he was reciprocated likewise.
Even she got drawn to him hearing his mind blowing
Stories of traveling the world alone.

Every thing was so perfect,but here comes the traveler
into act and defeats the lover and said to himself-
"Oh dear lover,I have still got to see so much world
around ,dont stuck to her.lets leave,thats how you started
from and thats what you are,make yourself free and
make the journey to the unseen,you can not stay with her"  

With every possible love existing inside him,he
Chooses to go.He knew this could be his lifetime
spending with this lady but he has to leave now.
But the unseen world keeps more joy for him
than to sink into this never ending beauty, and finally
he decides to go.

I dont know whether they met again or not.
but I say when and how can a true lover
and an honest traveler co exist?

Wake up my dear,wake up.
Please dont let this wind go
without kissing it's joy and
just allow yourself to  flow.

You have been numb for
a long long time and even Light
had refused to enter in your
strong shell of ego and pain..

Now please wake up and set me free.
Why Cant I go and kiss the sky?
Why cant I dance in rain,why
are you detaching me from
every alive thing?

I want to swim across the moon,
drink the brightness of stars,
refresh the nature and cherish
the long lost humanity inside me.

If you are awake and dont find me
beside your cover of cloudy sky,
dont be alarmed my dear,
count the stars at night and see  
I will be right on top of your eyes,
count one more for me..

Standing on the peak of the hill
with no one to stop me to jump into
the oblivion from the mist to hard soil.

I was kissing the uncertainty of the
overwhelming wind that unusually
bade me a cold-hearted  good bye.

Death was an easy choice to make
with life ready to leave me in 2 feet away
and thousands martyred moments
begging me to come and mingle
with them for ever and ever.

But NO,this is NOT the end my friend.
I have to be awake in order to pretend
this dream is not a reality indeed....

I was learning how to walk Yesterday,
Finding it difficult how to utter the
very first word that comes to my mind.
Yet I was hopeful that someday or the other
I would crawl on to the other side of the wall
desperately getting over this endless time.

Yesterday,I agreed to disagree on what they say-
that Love is such an easy game to blame.
But today when I realized that my tired and soar
shoulder is suddenly got the taste of freedom and
even could sense the weight of a gentle breeze,
I could see my Oracle knocking on my doors,
showing me the way,which I refused to see
to blame the easy game-often called Love.

Thoughts are caged,dreams are frightened
Cheer up my Country,we are 'Independent'.

Oh Mather,you should be proud of your children.
Their cages are changed now but not open,
The dust on their bodies have changed theirs colours
but not left their soul,they changed the name of the cause
to shed blood but didn't stop fighting.

Children are dancing in the rain,Candles are lit,
but the darkness is not ready to leave as it still
carrying some bitter taste when it exchanged some
words with the holy light.
The mournful faces are evaporating from the
increasingly hot surface of the mighty land.

Your children are effortlessly following a program
and for a moment ,they find a safe niche of trust
where they can bury their endless anger and broken
promises of disaster.
But the program blocks all the doors from where
the human apathy,philosophical entity and emotions of
holy togetherness are desperate to get out.

In this eerie hours of need,I am on my knees-
Let there be light in our dark side of the moon,
Let there be morning ragas that will erase
the last night's cruel memory.
Lets all be Independent