On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move
Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins
A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound,
Then it pours,
N the fire flies go dim
I dont amble, I dont whisk
Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline
Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself,
I wheel as  "The Lance Armstrong"

Heavy pours invite a stroll
Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL!
Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll
Surrendering myself to  the Zephyr
Same trail but with ****** looks
Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion
Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights
N I ***** like " The Supertramp"

Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch
Extending my arms to the cries of sky
Dont know the destination of this alley
Trying to think what 'm anticipating
Though without any charge on my shoulders
Flickering in the near distant are two lights
I hike as " The Aron"

'm I tears, I dont know
Even the silence has sulked
Nothing's in my head
Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues
Repose the folioles, within
Distant lights are passing by now
I stride as " The me"

To the Aisle,
where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble
From the stroll to the stride
's a short walk of hues n blues
The fringes have passed by
Arena's clear n so 'm I.

On the foggy window glass,
In the snow that raw,
My finger rubbed past the dew,
To catch a glimpse,
Of fog and benumbed,
Outside of the car window.

My eyes desire a little sunshine,
My skin, a little warmth.
Ears urge for her chirping,
Lips, the touch of hers,
Hands, a stroke in her hairs,
Body, to have a shadow besides hers.

The sun shined shyly over the meadows,
To hide back in clouds,
As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day.
Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost,
Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm,
Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath.

Relishing in my state- haywired,
A smile played on her, if only, for an instant,
to leave me mortified.
My devotion for her- untouched.
Masked, my feelings rattled,
Green eyed- I explode.

Saurabh.

You see
the problem is
i'm drowning
in my
ideal of you.

Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked

Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?

The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch

Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands

Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.

Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of her silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.

Saurabh.

Lost is my sight, in the vanishing smoke,
In my imagination I could be anything, I was not.
I dream of white shores and a fire ***,
I roam with hippies and I am broke.
  
Loose is my grip, over the sands of time,
Is there, life beyond this shine,
The smell of barbequed fish and wine?
I lost a lot, in my prime.

Gone is the wind, which carried her smell,
She still mocks me, on her honeymoon in Venice.
Blinded by her spell, I walked into the hell,
I am pinned, in my loneliness.

Lingering are my thoughts, in the mist and Rain drops,
The earthly scent and yellow, red, blue blooms.
The winter passed and the spring sobs,
There is still hope, across these catacombs.

Bee sting on a frost bite,
Noise of the fallen leaf in the silent lake,
Feel of the first string,
First Broken string of my guitar,
My first proposal & your denial
feels all the same!


Tak!