Little eyes have told me wonders,
As sparkling innocent as sunrise;
Their sweet sunny laughter renders
Rainbows that console my rainy eyes.

Walking through a dark and mystic night,
Like crawling through a deep blind tunnel,
And edging towards a distant glow of dawn.

Moving on through the endless road,
Blindfolded by the night yet unchained;
That desire to keep on with the floating stars,
The urge to walk on the blind man's walk.
Its a journey of unknown paths,
Believing the promise of the rising Sun,
And to reach a distant land that's paradise.

There are times, when despise and hatred
Are spit like venom from the snakes around,
Infecting every bit of my power and peace.

Accusing eyes and stabbing tongues
That break the patient spirit,
Leap like lions of wrath set unleashed,
And cut me down and bury their teeth in me.
They attack my spirit till it leaks out of my eyes,
And they strike on till even the heart can cry.
Then when blood sprouts and all is done,
I am killed – killed heavily.

When the claws and fangs withdraw,
All that’s left in the cold silence
Is a forgotten corpse.

I wish, among my thousand wishes,
To float among the mysteries of the night.
When the Moon beams its soulful smile,
When the darkness blankets the sleeping flowers
And when the frozen hour embraces my solitude,
I see my thousand wishes, my silent hopes
And my dreams etched in the ink of the night,
Sprinkled with the glitter of stars.
One day, I would soar like a bird
And touch those luminous skies
And with the cute grasp of my hand,
Bring them down and set my lamps alight.

I will chase the rainbow throughout my life
And search for Atlantis among brave waters.
I will remain a child all my life
And love the sunsets forevermore.
I will kiss my life that breathes in this night air
And never yield to the rules of reality and time.

Nevertheless, they will catch me and weigh me down
They will chain me and break my young wild legs.
They will make me a lifeless lump,
A robot that serves routine purposes,
That eats and sleeps and nothing more.

Like treasure wasted among the barren sands
Like kingdoms lost to wars and storms,
Like all precious things lost to fate and time
I fear I will waste myself
And will never awaken the Zeus in me.

Bleak shadows sweep on my soul
Weary eyes drip a dreary spirit
My breath too short to soothe the brimming fire
And hope -- far beyond my reaches.

It was when I counted my wallet
That a coin fell down.
It rolled down the granite to under a chair;
My eyes followed behind.

I, as any average man, bent down
And crept to my lost possession
Until a foot stepped on it.
‘Finders keepers!’—that was his philosophy.

It was a bar, and alcohol smoked in the air.
Red visionless eyes sang drunken songs
And drunken minds danced like clowns lost in the dark.
Glasses slipped and shattered - the scent of whiskey red.

I looked on my enemy, drunk than me.
I demanded my rights in the boldest tone.
He spoke a silent no.
I spoke next with fists--tables broke, chairs crashed.

He plunged forth -- we fought and wrestled;
We were drunk in beer, ego and money.
Clothes tore, blood spilled, bones nearly broke.
Giving up was not our ideal.

I hit that dog like I would have killed him.
I made way to my money, but before I could,
He kicked my fragile jaw--I was pinned.
The game ended – Mammon was pleased.

I collected my last inch of power, fired with fury;
I grasped the broken bottle, and dived
The blade to his chest.
The coin fell off his hand, his life off his body.

The crowd looked on in silent horror.
I gaped immobile. The blood accused me.
The coin shone silver in the blood stains.
One by one, I counted my tears fusing in the whiskey.

Sometimes I sit so blank as now,
Quietly--- no thoughts, no actions;
Devoid of pressure, of stress or tension.
I don’t know what can disturb this peace!


And sometimes, my mind is a battlefield;
I keep thinking and thinking—
Reflecting--- What’s right? What’s wrong?
And checking my actions, my behaviour –
What should I regret? What should I promise?
A quarrel with my beliefs, a war with all concepts.
Thoughts and emotions invade me like demons.
Each demon has a new story to tell.
They keep me working out, solving out
Everything that’s a part of this world.
They run wild, they toy with me.
Oh! I cant stop thinking!
Sometimes, they come united as an army;
They deprive me of sleep – my mind knows no calm rest.
I am thinking, I am thinking –
They force me to concentrate—Oh! I am tired.
There are solutions and there is me to derive it.
The sounding noise, the chaos, the confusion----
I don’t know what can give any peace!

A battle rages, and I am left defeated.
They strike on me wounds of experience, of knowledge.
They push me on, drag me on forcefully
Along the roads of learning, of growth.
They sharpen my mind, they force wisdom on me.
At the end of it all,
I am a hero—I have surpassed all tests.
I have travelled beyond boundaries, I have fought all limits.
I have known what war is—I have satisfied my demons!


The fight ensues----
Oh, I can’t stop thinking!
And sometimes like now,
There is that silence after the war—
The stains of battle remain;
But I have put down my sword--
The rest the hero deserves