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

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?

When you were a Tulip and I was a Red Rose,
I wonder how did that Red get me so close.
Now the Red is Grey and desperate to get back
the narrow stream where the ancient blood flows.

When you were my princess and I was your fool
I wonder sometimes ,how easily I could let you rule
my kingdom of heaven whose gardener cuts all it's
roses and denied the each lesson he learnt in school.

When you were the dream and I was the dreamer
the nights were young even when its close to dawn.
You used to disappear deliberately to appear again
but now I open my eyes and see you'v long gone.

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 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

The time that you'll tell me goodbye
and ask me gently please don't cry,
I'll bring a smile and give a real try
and tell you- look, I'm not crying,

I'll be lying
I'll be lying
I'll be lying

If tomorrow
on another arms
you feel the same love
feel the same warmth

and if   I ask you this
do you remember me!
you simply say- no
you forgot the time,

You'll be lying
You'll be lying
You'll be lying

And if the morning says
Forget the dawn,
enjoy the sun and
die on the throne
and if I also say
I forgot the way ,
the way I never walked
without crying,

I'll be lying
I'll be lying
I'll be lying.....

Its the life of others that makes me happy.
My Life,My Life-how can I call you to be
only mine!I exist because everyone does.
The eternal chanting of blissful life
pours everyday on my shoulder.

Oh beautiful Stranger! please stay one more minute
before my eyes get used to your innocent soul and
before my eyes get accustomed to the ordinary distractions
that they see all the time.

Lets go from here,from here to there
from there to somewhere else.
The Call is on,can you hear the Call?
Can you answer your soul?

The Autumn is here again with
it's wind carrying the same smell
that once upon a time I used to
fly high on my imagination.

The Fibonacci sequence starts
giving me the same kick that
used to take me to the realm of
uncertainty over my belief and disbelief.

The sky has the same arrogant sun now
that once it used to remind me of me
and my honest love and sorrow which
I manipulated to get rid of pain.

Now I promise myself that I would
be the same again ,no matter who when  
and how shattered this honesty with
the easy game called love.

My eyes will still carry the curiosity
My heart will still beat faster than I expect
The sunset will still make me feel sad
This autumn will still make me FEEL...

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.

Come ,escape with me,
where head stands high and mind
is without fear and no guilt to see...

Come,escape with me,
we dare  to open the old lost lock
with our newly devised key...

I am here to see the guilt
I am here to taste the colour
I am here to listen the pain
to identify the known killer

We sing the songs from
the oozing arrogant blood
and freshly cut fleshes, to mourn
the thousand people
that have been ripped off from
their lives without any reasons or
any identified faces...

although the time has gone
and the song is over,hope you
will join me in this war against
the pain we  receive forever....

Come,escape with me....

If I ask you
Stay one more day
Would you listen to me
and then say-
Sing me the songs
and hold my hands and
take me to the bay...

If I tell you
I am a stranger
Nowhere to go and
No one to care

would you please
lie to me and say
I am here with you forever...

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..

I've got seven green problems in my pocket,
I've got three halfhearted kiss in my mouth.
Am taking five sheets of paper to scribble
And am heading towards  the South.

My guitar holding my back ,
My sun-glass makes my eyes blue.
Home -I will never be
This is for sure to be true.

I've got some good company with me
And they told me they'll let me be free
They are the eternal Space and Time
As  travelers they can read My mind.

We are going to celebrate the life
with music and a little bit of wine.
My Shangri-la under the autumn sky
will keep changing with the universal time...

Tonight I bade him a good bye,
probably the coldest wishes
that a son can bid to his father
under this blue Autumn sky..

We both suffer from the Male Chauvinism,
and thats why we miss the cute little thing
called -Hug,which can melt the ice of even
the Himalayas and can meet the Sea.

I wish I could say that there are more
to hear than what meets his ears from the words
that I carefully choose for him and the cold
shoulders I give him in his hours of need.

May be I will never understand how does it
feel being at the other side but this much is true
that this sacrifice of holding back and hiding  
the emotions will end one day out of the blue.

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
IS EVERY BODY IN?

The ceremony is about to begin.
and those who have committed sin
and those who have betrayal within

I will lay my vengeance upon thee.
but do not fear my children.now that
you tolerated the thing called LIFE
there's hardly left anything for you to see...

How many hours do you
think you have,to live?
What more do you feel
your life has for you to give?

It could be the last rain drop
that's pouring on your palm,
It could be the last sunlight
that's shining on your thumb.

You may never see the
thunder storm again,
You may never kiss your lover
being so happy and sane.

So I tell you this,
Live your life now.
And when I say now,I mean now.

lets celebrate the music that
we have from the ancient time.
lets hail the symbols and
lets commit the primitive crime.
lets recycle our faith in God,
let god make Us his Lord.
lets reinvent the city where
our Ultimate freedom was buried,
lets explore the senses of our mind and see
how much wound and pain had it been carried.
lets choose tomorrow
to be the day of enlightenment.
Hail holy light to guide
us for this noble experiment.
let the door of endless light
be opened forever
lets goodbye the humiliation of fear
and greet them never.

I'll be back my love
Its getting dark in here
And I am leaving for you
Are you waiting like me too?

The sun is hurrying to the west and
My shadow is getting smaller than I expect
My eyes counting the silence in the sky
It happens every time I say Goodbye.

Folding all my obscurity in my pocket
I promise-I'll be back,just keep looking
at the horizon, where out in Gray
the sun's kissing the shadow of the day.

Can you read between the line ?
Do you know when can I ripen the wine?
Dusty summer fields know it is true
that I'll send this green letter wrapped in blue...

Scribbling on the pages,I've been waiting for ages
for YOU to come along.
the morning passed by,the sun looks so shy
and I"m trying to figure out what went wrong.

Sometimes you come on the flights of a wet crow
Sometimes with an old song that I used to know
Sometimes in the sixth string on my guitar
In the clouds between the hills,rising from far.

You come, and the moment I realize,you're gone.

My memories get drenched a bit
My hands get shaken a bit and
My thoughts get filled a bit BUT
all I left with YOU being gone.

When the wounds of memories get healed by
the life's new promises of disaster, I called for you.
Waiting for you to respond to this ancient call
which sometimes a lie and sometimes feels so true...

Sleepless nights pass through the eyes
witnessing the silent tearless cries.
And there stood still the spotless wall
eagerly waiting for the call.

The Echo of a distant tide
comes along with the actual voice
and suddenly there's nothing in between...

And no one standing on the land
And no one waving a goodbye hand
So I set off all alone
To reach the voice
at the other side....

You have been living for a long time
How many,how much do you want?

You give the innocent children poison to eat
Your desire can make the EVIL defeat
You cut out the part of your desire from a
living soul,dont you see the torture is too much
even for  heavenly  creatures.

When will you stop,when will you learn..


(trying to write something about recent incident of utter disaster in Bihar,India where school children
were served poisonous food at lunch.Shame on those who could even think of doing something like this)

Since I didnt choose it,
I cant change it.
But there something bothering me today.

When things happen,reoccur,shape and
demobilize on a special day around you,
do you feel like changing the day?

And if you can change the day,
it will be something like you have
changed your birthday!!!

How does it matter anyway,
its all the same day right?
but then, why birthdays are so
special to us unlike the other days??

I am temporarily passing through
this thin slice of space-time continuum,
Things appear and disappear like the
clouds in the sky with a rainbow.

Cant say whether I'll return
to the starting point again but
this travelling with myself is like
a never ending circles in still water.

Events are like the blinking stars in sky
but I can see the blank dots as well.
Cant make sure where I am staying right now.
Do I recognize me?I'm not sure.

Walking,upto the hill tonight
with holding your hands so tight
Alone, I see the stars so fade
and with YOU,they seem so bright

The narrow path we walked up on
has lost it's way and suddenly gone
we are alone above the hills now
kissing the mist and waiting for dawn

Now my eyes are closed and you'r breathing low,
a gentle breeze makes it's way too slow.
This possibly my last night on the earth,
and I can refuse all little crux of life to know...

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?

Tonight I will drink from your eyes
to know where your freedom lies

And if my thirst eludes your salty tears
Oh my love, dont have any regrets,we
both have a lot more than just tears
to fill the glass and make it a cheers !!!!!