my  love -  rain drop
i shower you
a monsoon sky!

somewhere in corner
Like roses waiting for dew
I wait for your warmth
Soaked in rain
Your memories run down my spine
(Morning Nostalgia)

Pashupatinath temple*
The rain drops on the golden roof
the mountain breeze to pacify my soul
The life can be beautiful
When serenity surrounds to bind us
(Afternoon Divinity)

Thamel
Crying strings, the music of life
White smoke in air
The sound of cheers
Wish the time stopped here
(Evening Bliss)

Let the first kiss be the first puff of cigarette
let the touch be like chasing smack
your bottle shaped body
you my ecstasy ,you my moon rock
feeling of **** smoke in my blood
time be slow
when u and many us surround me
my personal *******
my snowball my crack !!

You are a secret
I am the explorer
Like the waters meeting the rock
I meet u before every sleep
My blood gushes like the angry river
My thoughts linger like the wandering clouds
Your presence in loneliness strikes like hundred thunderbolts
The beats of heart in the silence of dark asks your shadow
Are you here yet ?

Oceans of faith and skies of belief

Melodies of song in the rain of stars

Over to the moon from the mountain of snow

all I find is the oasis of your shade .....

Till the river goes dry n mountains burn

Till the time's still n sun stops to shine

I'll sing your song n paint your lips

Bright are the days n brighter are nights

The shores of the eyes are washed by the smile

Gone are the days with showers of blood

Like the twilight washing the tears of sun

and the rays of light kissing the ocean

Don't need a heaven as  I've got one

with the magic of roses in the garden of dreams

and your painting in the canvass of my life

Words are fragile when the heartbeat speaks

Eyes talking to eyes in the silent dusk

Feelings flowing with fragrance in the veins

standing in the heaven where I m a alive

Paradise once lost has found me again

I saw your picture today
realized that i  loved  the concept of loving you
my heart isn't broken
its the concept of sadness that  I'm addicted to !

you are your own shadow
running around  in a tale of fiction
cursed by hopeless romanticism
you move from world to world  
your ears waiting for a perfect sonnet
you are the melody yet to be created
you wait for the last train
even the fragrance leaves you
you wish for a paradise  of illusion
but fall in the pitch dark pit of reality !

The sweet of your lips are my only delusion
the idea of love becomes just another illusion
fantasy at its best is pulling me through
insanity taking me near to our world so slow
drugs ,the poison blockin ur voices so clear
labels they printed still fresh on my head
outcasted I am but I still shine
in the etopian realm you are still mine
I am not sleeping with eyes open like you do
our song still pierces my ears through
the urge i control to question my god
coz idols of holy ghosts are just piles of mud
the chill runs down my spine in the road of rope
I deny burning in the warm fire of hope
the portal I have to the new sane world
the world of my thoughts the world in my head !

Darkness to inspire me
Then i love  the gloomy day
Clouds to clear my vision
In  the shadows I rule
Apocalypse is what I ever wanted
Burning in the hope of no hope
but still the dreams of ur trembling lips
And the swaying eye lashes
Touch that electrifying touch
Cocktail of romance and desire
I cant think of a reason to love u
Coz u are the love I never had !
                                                     -PS

Walking the gates of eternity
On the pavement of dry roses
Ink of sweat and pen of bones
I thought of the last rain

I was seeking to complete the potrait
Painted with the colours of tears
Every tissue deprived of the warmth
Sun was a myth, moon a magic

Then you happened to me
And I happened to you
The spring in hot summer
Shade in my desert walk

My words are shallow and weightless
Wish i could dip them in love
Hold you with my lines
Paint you with my breath
Summer moon and winter sun of my heart
Every beat longes for you
The smile to entice the roses

Sometimes the dream is too good to be true
And I am a dreamer
I dream the world is still and you are in my arms
My reality is better than that fiction
When you are in me I am me.

The pangs of love
waiting to heal
eternity has passed
yet another lifetime to go
I thought we were almost there
But u lost me
Like blades of fan chasing each other
I chase our reality, I chase my soul  
life was never a merry go around
and will never be
suspended in purgatory
I sleep every night dreamless!

Splash on the silent waters

i thought of finding the pearl again

oysters frightened

the ocean was deeper

name written on sand

but the tides were high

the distant dream

yet the horizon seemed near

just a dream walker

i m here to walk the thorny road

the mirror s fake

face on the other side is always happier

windows open

i m still suffocated

thick fog of smoke

always tries to clear things up

oh Cinderella its not 12 yet

n i beg don't leave your sandal again

dream bell has rung

its time to sleep again

i will wake u up when my dream ends....

Winter fog filtered  the moonlight
Chilly air hit the night
Holding his hands
Both dissolved in love
He could feel her gingery tongue
For they kissed a year long
The night stopped there
Planets  were still !
She then  spoke roses
He turned them to verses
She was his words, lines and pages
Unwritten epic ready to fall into oblivion
Every beat longed for spring in autumn
For that eluded dream planets would align
and the Sun would shine brighter !

Dreams in the desert

Desert of dried roses

Roses soaked with blood

Blood of weeping eyes

Eyes with entangled images

Images blurred with time

Time flowin to horizon

Horizon with all illusion

Illusion of shadows

shadows turnin blue

Blue the color of deep lake

Lake full of fire

Fire of desire

Desire turning hunger

Hunger to lose the soul

Soul surrounded in tribulations

Tribulations in sea of tranquility

Tranquility seems beautiful

Beautiful hatred

Hatred turning love

Love that taught dreams

Dreams the fragile Dreams.....

The innocence like a forest tree
World started in your eyes again
Dreamless sleep to sleepless dreams
I am yours my heart screams !

Sometimes I wish for an apocalypse
for I dun have to choose paradise again
roses are not my thing
city of thorns is where I belong !

                                                    -PS

Into the horizon ,head held high

Entered into the class of hopes

Hoped till the hope went hopeless

Believed till the belief turned faithless

There were no more promises to keep

No glances in the ambiance to seek

Three magic words suspended in the white smoke

Drunken thoughts,the thoughts better tomorrow magnifying

But chain of events,events horrifying

Looking through the mirror the mystery of the image

Sleepwalking back to the place where we were before

Sarcasm of hopes n faith

Lying in bed ,black bed of death

Tears run dry,sweet is not sweet anymore

Lost soul once preserved is there no more

Sorry....that sorry hurts deep within

Oozing blood, every drop screams for something

Waiting has begun once more like never before

Running down the street to the land of loneliness

Illusion of life and truth of death surrounded

Burning desire,insatiable hunger

Run away lets run away before the demon of past chase us

With memories no more ,with memories no more...............

Roaring engine
The rain falls upon the hot metal roads
Vapors running to catch the clouds
Its a comfort when the highway leads you
Cold air past my ears
The sound of speed
My mind creates a paradise
Wish you were beside me !

He was a flower then
thorns is what he became
the diamond turned to coal
life ain't  a discotheque
lights are never real
darkness is absolute !

I asked the driver why are we so slow
Floyd in your ears he shoot
I want to quote a Rand here
but ****!
shining through the ark
I wait for my pen to rise
I have been listening to this song for ages
sleep , incomparable beauty
thanks to insomnia!
Racing thoughts and a window of sleep
I go reverse
climb up the hill.
Oh driver wait; the signal says
he chooses to change the track
animation in reality
I wake up to the puff of winter wind
greenery surrounding my mind
As always uncomfortable silence
screaming without a sound!

I wait from sunrise to sunrise
the perfect moment to start
hours run to oblivion
the race awaits never to be completed
each vibration of cell
makes my heart race
I wake up in the middle of night
only to forget myself
darkness lingers and then I set to run
the curling roots of past holds me tight
Every day I run a race in circle
And find myself where I started !

I am silent breeze
burning in forest of my words...

Old owl calls for a dark night
With distant howl of the wolves
pale figure lingers in the bushes
Jst another day of life
The same motion of earth
the same spark of the old diamond ring
I look at the distant  hills
Nothing has changed except u and me

She wasted the words in the dust bin of her room
Every day that  bin became  heavier
May be the words have weight
Waiting for the perfect verse
She put her heart on the desk
And painted the blank paper blue
Red was the color she wanted
But this world refused to accept  
There was a prophecy  
One day her  blue will speak louder than all reds together!

Words died the day his soul cried
inferno wasn't his place to be
never could the world foresee
the resurrection there would be
wise man called it poetry
it was a rising soul of dead words !

Gentle spring breeze
Dripping ice cream
Cocoon of words
Caring sarcastic verses
Fingers glued to screen
Eyes vying for warmth
Ears tuned to rings

Meeting u on a journey
And you said chocolate it is !

Hours turns to jiffy
World seems jolly
life flows like river
Ocean you are
With crystal clear tides
u turn blues to pink

May be I am betraying myself
U chose mango flavor for me !

Hours of night
Calls for a new day
Innocent dawn
Heart of dusk
childlike smiles
Never ending words

I am still fond of tea
May be a cup with you !!

She was here to say something
oops to my "WOW"!

The only thing
missing out
from your perfection
is me !

I learned to fly with the wings u cut
Euphoria doesn't come that easy
The wounded psyche still cries for help
Neurons they seek the utopia we created!*

..the utopia of hope with the foundation of love, the abstract mere thought .How could anyone build a world in foundation of abstract in a rational world  but if we watch, the civilization is a result of mere thought .We dare to think and a new world is created. Well with the broken psyche and the thought of thinking a new thought I entered my work place. The sounds of society were humming; the cacophony of ward is what I enjoy most. The veins are punctured, the tablets distributed .All I see around are the people, people in different world; the world that is in their minds. Outsiders have labeled them insane. If listening to your brain is insane, if being happier than others is insane; if being lost in your own world is insane then insanity must be a religion........but thanks to medical science and thanks to the trained doctors we still bring people to what we feel is normal .Now my only question is - who are we to decide what is normal and what is not. Normality is highly over rated. If we believe the starting of civilization to be normal then why not move towards the apocalypse. We have a tendency to keep the average as normal. What can society measure by the rules that it created. How can u judge your own facet by the measurement system that you created? That is the flaw I find. The question arises again and again !  All we advocate is free world but I differ, I say why not free mind. Stop measuring thought and stop analyzing brain. John Nash had beautiful mind. Thanks to Ron Howard and Akiva Goldsman... There might be thousands are John Nashes all around the world popping prescription pills and waiting to reboot their brain.
Well just a thought……
-PS

Who cares for black and white?
Start from the shades of grey
Sweetest of all surrenders
Believe in imagination.*

In an ideal setting the mind should rush form past to future  to merge  finally into something called  present . However the reality principles follow another path. The thoughts rush from all three domains and we can't make any distinction which comes first or which comes last. In our minds it’s the bizarre flow and rush in the synapses, the chemicals the receptors never in an unidirectional fashion but to and from every nook and corner like a web. I always believed that the imagination is nothing but the extension of reality. Just think how easy the life would be if we didn't have the power to distinguish the reality from imagination. It would be  the moment of bliss when every night the psyche would be in unison with the surrounding.Through some means if we could break that thin ice layer defining the boundary of real and imaginary; the mind would have a different face. What if the imagination could give the same intensity of the perception (like hallucination, the luxury of few lucky ones) in the mind of all the individuals with simple the stimulus of thought?  When I think about the dinner at French restaurant with the fine quality wine and if taste buds could  sense them then the world would be sane. Some say sanity is the idealized fiction. By all the permutation and combination, deriving from my insanity, I came to a conclusion that the world is waiting to end that fine line - tripod of mind in unison .I dun think it takes much to ask!
Well just a thought …
-PS

I m finding it hard to hang from the moon

and the sun is far away from the dawn

Roses are smiling bathing in the moonlight

inspiring thorns of hope in the fragrance of night

I fail to find whether i m sleeping or I m awake

either way the world is relative

manipulative suffocative and intrusive

Steel hearts with metallic beat

breeze of jealous air nowhere to retreat

The demons of night or the angels of dawn

Take me to the beauty of another world

To the carnival of holy ghosts in merry- go- around

where life s created and celebrated

Far away from eclipsed minds yeah far way from the eclipsed minds......

Time and again
the flame that burns
light be there
as said by god
the sound of fire
tear drops of wax
never ending winters
fragrance that lures
life hanging on air
but fear of wind
ending each moment of life
wishing to be alive
those scented candles !

She said she loves sun
I said i love clouds  
She wanted to hug the sun
I was all ears then
Would i like a vocals' infinity?
how can i not
when the words are love and love are words!

The rays of light carrying  heart beat
Running from me to you
Submarine of roses
The dreams you dream
The movement of waves I feel
The winter fog promise to preserve our garden
Eyes full of tears and pearls of moonlight
Love flows in my vein
Thousand memories
Thousand smiles
Wishing the night to never end
And wishing the moon to never set
In the arms of angel
In the river of love
Your melody touching my soul thousand times
Those words lifting my spirit
The sparkling eyes - warmth of winter sun
You join my horizons
You; my childhood dreams of finding moon
I can see you waving on the shore
And I know I am home

The art u are, Micheal Angelo is lured
I had a soul breached for which you are a cure
I only have words of my soul n heart to color you
you are my summer moon with an angelic view
Imprinted my mind is with your first sight i had
with my crazier life u might of course call me mad
Indebted my soul is for getting  you  here
my heart wishes to beat for u forever
May the bright day be yours ,dark night mine
may the rain be yours and the gloomy storm mine
Let diamonds envy u as u shine
I promise the shinning stones would never fill your role
the punishment u get for sneaking through my soul!

Promises forgotten
street lights mock me
for I walk alone !

Rivers I cried thinking about the pearls of your smiles
for darkness I called looking up above the skies
Rain poured too slow to wash down my pain
I ran faster to lose my shadow away again

The bustle of leaves were humming our tune
inviting those birds in their bosoms that June
The melodies of my unsung tunes in same old lane
waiting to be washed by the last drop of rain

My spring covered by blinding snow so white
I chase my salvation in the train of the night
The darkness had engulfed candle so dim
my mind still drifts in those darker realm

Chasing the dream and dreaming the chase
end of the highway or its just another maze
Running forward is my only way out
shower me your unflinching love n i too shall sprout....

Perfect suits
Soul mates
myths
I'd rather search my soul  !

Yesterday that was yesterday
Blue went Pink
Heaven descended
Enigma
The tour of past
Wings,angelic
Gravity of love
Yesterday ya..
Past the world
Stars,Moon and Wind
Over the clouds
None to care
Music of soul
No rain no tears
Someone's screaming loud
"can i ask why?"
No reasons
Just a heavenly ride
The Silence in noise
Crying strings
There i was and it was me
Yesterday that yesterday...

Songs of my childhood
Still in my ears
The first glance of you
Inked in my mind
The melody of your words
Vibrating every night
Your eyes
River of love

Every night i wait
warmth of your words
Blanketing me
The hugs you give
My safe place
Epitome of romance
the touch I feel

Purgatory of day
Turns to heaven at night
Every night I own you
The sweet spring dreams
Wish you were mine

I Felt the heavy downpour in darkness

pain with  pen is sweeter than with a blurred image

feather flying in the wind of storm without a shadow

light was dim the fog was thick

the wheel of life the compass of sailor locked

the blue waters embraced the sandy beach

the darkness engulfed the darker shadows

scary silence always sickens me

bunch of roses or the bunch of twigs hanging

decaying leaves n weeds engulfing the green fields

the lightening of thunder refused to go away

the old sun had to come out of eclipse

the bustle of autumn promised to open the door of spring

chirping of birds n morning light woke me up

the leaves were washed and the fragrance eternally fresh

it was the last, the last rain.....

Dropped from my mother's arm
Daddy lifting me up through air
I am still afraid of height!
The long queue of cynicism
standing up front
Dark night and the show of thunderstorm
Caged in a **** gas chamber
like a free bird with  its wing cut
Haunting dreams of penguins
plunged into ice rocks of the South pole
A dream to own self
burning down the hut of witch of mind!
The cosmic power leading you to me
May be u wish I was yours to be nursed
Your womb awaiting my arrival in some parallel universe
where I am a real poet !

Angel comes on a paradise bus
I know our lines are aligned
Hours pass by
Nights after night
The fragrance of voice never cease to arouse my spirit
I dream you saying "Your tears my eyes
My heart your beat"
I would die hundred deaths for you
But I just cant "I love u"
Like Unwritten novel
Untold story
Fiction of mind !

I think about us
and can't close my eyes
Sun knocks in the horizon
Stars start to see off the moon
I  wander from eternity to eternity
vying for solace
then i reach you starting from you
the city lights wait for us
From the silent corner  I watch you rise like a phoenix
coming out in different shapes
sometimes I wish I could cage you
for I don't  like the world to see you and nature to feel you
Every night I promise  myself to own you like you own me
The ghosts of reality starts to haunt me
please tell me you are haunted too
they say there is another life in death
wish I could believe
and I can't fool you either
every jiffy I make myself learn
'sadness is beautiful'
masking my true self
then my words become immortal
touched by your lips
and we swim far away in fringes through the sea of  ink!

And then you come in the evening with all your charm
the more I restrain the more I fall
virtual life in your  arms is my only reality
my paradise  of love and portal to divinity  

I am lip-drunk in our fantasy marathon  
the parade of  promises  and the race of dreams
the world broken but  mended stronger
I burn in passion of fire in virtual reality !

high tides
frosty night
weekend downpour
sandy storm
nothing could pull the veil up
valveless explosion awaits in the dark
hoping the Sun to set in the morning
and rise in the evening
vacant stares
dead words
lazy fingers
sleepless nights
thoughtless days
Running in the circles
circle of nothingness
world of boredom!

My words are dark
your  thoughts make them darker
My  heart and soul are empty
your memories make them  emptier
My knees are weak
your love makes them weaker
but my pastures are green
and herbs make them greener !
                                                      -  PS