Up for grabs, a shattered heart
after each time tells with a sigh
pain lies in that crucial part
when eyes meet and says *"hi"

The alarm wakes me up at seven,
I get ready to face another day,
with nowhere to go even
the whole day at first seems grey

But birds peep through the windows,
worried about the change in norm,
as the world goes through it's lows
I stay indoors during the invisible storm.

A sweet boredom clouds my mind
to maintain my sanity
I travel to any tranquil place I find
in my head and away from earth's gravity

I write, I paint, to go out I refrain
I hear the birds chirp, from my window ajar
I count the twinkles of that lonely star
I observe things I earlier looked in disdain


I try to pluck words from the new garden
where plants imbibe love of the sun
undisturbed, attended only by its own brethren
and my scattered thoughts do not cast shadows
while I watch another sunset at the horizon.

Men engaged in a five day battle
you better hold on to your saddle.

armoured knights running a runs race
archers shooting ***** for them to face

Dressed in white but no messengers of peace
these are 22 warriors, not from Rome or Greece

The ground remains green, but the pitch burns
in the fight for the prestigious ashes urn

A surreal landscape,
A elegant bend of the river,
A small pebble taking shape
For us its now or never.

A song once sung
By the chirpy sparrow,
The grass where we belong
Now captured by the hollow.

Somewhere far away
Few words get scribbled
Few tunes get murmured,
Wrinkled faces prayed
But on the yellow sky,
The sun faded and faded...

I just want to hug you tight
as you are the only rock for me
when the clouds above grow dense
and the sun is not so bright

Happy days come pass my station,
I am here, standing with my arms spread
holding up the green flag,
for you to race past me, so that
I can stare at you in admiration.
I will be happy by just a glimpse of you
and devour the splendid view
I will be content with the momentary relish
because I do not want to be selfish

I so hoped the time passed a bit quicker
waiting for your call, for your reassuring voice
each passing second so long, I could
even count the tube light flicker.

             moments like these makes me ponder
             memories come & go, anxiously I  wonder

That day of my mother's operation
at the hospital, or hell on earth as I recall
on the other side of the door, praying, waiting for the call
those two hours felt like a generation
      
              moments like these makes me ponder
              memories come & go, anxiously I wonder

As a kid at the railway station, waiting
for my dad to return from the counter
the crowd growing big, our train about to leave
those few minutes of desperation, relentless searching

moments like these makes me ponder
memories come & go, anxiously I wonder
clinching our fists, we crave for something
how lively would life be
if we had it our way in the end
how gloomy would life be
if something else happened, which we cant amend

Away, I am
from this blank page.
filled with an unknown
undefined rage.
Hatred inside grown
against whom
I cannot comprehend.

Looking for excuses,
drawing away from reality
spitting out curses
on the face of fake charity.

With love for green
I have traveled to places,
upon meeting people
I have not seen
happiness in their faces.

The tune still rings
inside my ***** head.
When will my dreams
grow the wings
needed to fly before
these eyes become dead.

I don't want to be the big banyan tree
majestically standing tall in the field
jealous men scratching it all day, I can see
stealing it's shadows and breaking the branches
still it offers home to all these lonely birds
in all this brutality, how tolerant it can be !

                         I am not worthy of all this empathy

I choose to be a small ****, instead
hiding in the beauty of so many like me
and making this barren land, bucolic green
I am happy with a butterfly, hugging me once a while
for after a short life, I will either satisfy a cow's appetite
or be stamped to death by the ignorant juvenile
                              
                 Wishing­ for happiness, but being stealthy
                      *I am not worthy of all this empathy

Hope never dies
in this land of chaos
truth floats over lies
all you need is a stir
and a heart that's wise

A jolly smile and beady eyes,
pitcher and crunchy fries,
in this tipsy walk of life
with friends it is always cheers
down to the last mug of beer.

There was a time when a sphere
romanced us more, everywhere (a)round
the even circularity left us amazed,
free and open, no boundaries
limitless beauty here and there

Now, we want conclusions
to every action, start and end
complicated things, grown impatient
with blunt minds, started making pale boxes
having edges in all our creations

My heart tries to hide,
behind that tall fat tree,
where we used to play
in the tempered evenings of may

Now the leaves are dry
birds don't sing on its branches
but the tree still seems alright
and I can hug you tight

People have made a fool of us
chopping your branch
and piercing our hearts
I want you to hold your breath
while we play one last game
and the three of us
will hang till our **death

The twisted branch, it does want
a ray of hope, a beam of light.
Its so dark in here,
even flowers compelled to fight
the selfish source
sends down only code of morse
emancipation nowhere near
hooligans everywhere, I fear
the old tree, to set it free
does not need the sun,
the fire makes it now burn.
Its so dark in here
emancipation nowhere near
all which seems right
needs a ferocious fight
now nothing can be done at noon,
Go, bring me the mild amber moon.

No work today, I got up late
have every reason to procrastinate,
Gosh ! am so hungry, got to eat something now
Food, my true platonic love here I come...

give me the warmth of an egg
give me the crunch of a toast
give me those crisp fish fingers
give me the yummy chicken roast


Yes, I do have a lot to finish
not work, I meant this stuff on my plate
so much time to sit and relish
food is such a religion, no one can ever hate.

You thrive in my heart and mind
as waves of life, go up and down
no amount of gold in a chest
needed to strengthen our bond by any kind

As kids, each day had eventful moments
things we had fun with
streaks of silly happiness, added to life
all flavors of spices and condiments

Pulling each other's legs, on stupidity
fighting, and racing on our cycles
betting on idiotic facts and ideas
but supporting each other , in life's turbidity

We went our ways ahead
molded ourselves in different worlds
though separated by miles, we were just a call away
hearing your voice, a simple reason to smile

In those times, when things look so bleak
clouds of trouble and confusion covers us
not knowing where to strike, which door to knock
you were there for me, not letting me feel weak

The joy of success
the urge to share, was
always with  you
far, yet so near

They say with time,
people change, but I know
you will value me
our friendship, much more than any dime

When this journey will end
at the beach, watching the sun set
silently, melting these life's memories
I will be glad, that I had you all along
as my precious **friend

Feeling like our love
has started
all over again
from the bike ride
to the serene sea side
from locked fingers
to the lonely road
exploring places
watching the nature unfold.
Romance in the eyes
yearning to go insane
in your arms, into you
through your wet lips,
our hearts beating
in deep confluence
drenched in the rain
in this blissful silence

Rise up !
from the waves of the ocean
from the abyss of the lake
like a man deep asleep
gently shaken

Go around !
the little boy,
bored of his old toy,
wants to play outside
while you pour on the ground.

Its the tree !
which missed you through the season,
enduring the summer,
waiting for you was the reason.

Oh the river !
tired of the bends and falls,
often stuck with nothing to push it,
looking up in hope, to you it calls.

We, your pupils !
waiting to hear your roar,
yearning to seek your blessings
come down O smoke of heaven
free us from the devils.

Build my dreams,
    soak my fear,
drift away to the unknown
far, yet so near.

Naive thoughts gather,
  above the mountains,
and shower down with vigor,
melting all our hard pains.

Giving shape to my emotions
making the world appear bright,
a trip to the heaven and back,
my imaginations taking flight.

            Captured by the mystery
            of its unknown sources.
           Mesmerized by the beauty,
            of its short-lived form.
         I try to follow its path,
           of which there is no norm.
         Only randomness everywhere,
           nature's order in the chaos below.

Play of colors
by nature
seldom happens in transition
of one hue to another.
Every feature
has a distinct shade
from the brown soil
the clear blue river
to grass's green shiny blade.
The chaos of colors
amalgamate into a tune
forming a melody
a raga of fortune.
Wind blows away
the sand that never settled
new paths made and broken
where the sky meets the sand dune.
When the leaf loses its charm,
and falls on the earthy ground
creates ways for travelers to follow
a path filled with uncertainty
with an attitude never so yellow.

I had a dream
on the road, I saw people scream
there was a little boy
sitting by the side, I saw him cry.

While everyone around was insane
like a good citizen, first I asked him his name
" I am Praful, take me to my mother"
with no idea whatsoever, I took the boy and set out for the quest

I felt I am in the matrix movie
dodging fire,stones and flying bottles, no better than a rookie
for me this was a new part of the town
and I had no idea where to go around

Relying on this boy for navigation
like he had any clue, my stupid imagination
I kept looking for a police van
but in vain, saw only angry howling men

suddenly, we heard a shriek
"Praful !! where have you been ?? "
that was the mother, and instantly the boy ran to her
and I thought its end of this bother.


holding the boy she came towards me with fury
"you rascal, trying to kidnap my son? "
the boy didn't try to explain
to him, in a moment, I became a strange someone

Helpless in this situation I ran,
again, for the police van
luckily, I found an officer
"Sir ! take me home, i don't know these roads"
"Son ! sit in my car, while I tackle these jumping, screaming toads!"
I ducked at the rear seat tensed
for I could see the mother looking for revenge

I got up, sat on the bed, what a nightmare I had
asked God, " I was just trying to help, was that bad?"

The rock that once balanced on the mountain
has now tumbled down and blocked the only pass,
the valley remains cut-off, unable to sustain
even prayers could not move the big stubborn mass.

When great minds converge, they carry burden of hopes,
when creativity has to come out of neccessity,
esoteric ideas amalgamate with ladders and ropes.

Sheer force was unable to move the heavy bull
the ram was dropped and chisel was chosen,
it was time to think whether destruction can be beautiful

That which cannot be moved, can be carved to perfection
suited to your need, can bloom with painstaking nurture.
The valley now has become a source of attraction
with a tall structure on pass, called a gateway to the future.

My poor dad lifted me up by my torn shirt
                    I could see the sun set
            wondering, will it rise up again

A running heart
and a beating nose
has ripped me apart,
the pain in my brain
has left the doctor puzzled
how can he note all my life
and do a correct diagnose ?

There are treasures down deep
and I know how to swim
Love for me, was never skin-deep
disoriented, I dived out of a whim

the sea will never betray me
I don't fear lack of breath
I know you will embrace me
drenched in love, even after my *death

I lied down last night
closed my eyes
it was a terrible sight
snakes flying high
and clouds sinking deep
I could not
understand why
my world seemed upside down
though I knew
it was the same
for someone else.

why me, why me
why she could not see

In bed I turned on both sides
but my dreams could not fit
though the mattress was wide.

Some love not given, some shown too soon
can I get back there and amend,
at least in my head I will be clear,
for when I made lunch for that special friend,
it was already dark before noon.

If only, I could catch the bus again
get down at that stop, pass that very lane
below the tank we could meet,
see you once more,
and then,
fall back to my eternal sleep.

All the damages done
which are  huge in magnitude,
constant repairs need to be run
by efforts taken with right attitude

The impact an event has on us
takes time to settle the dust
Like after being run over by a bus
months of treatment becomes a must

It takes a day to plough the field
for a healthy plant to sow a seed.
Plenty of water for a fulfilling yield
and a season of patience brings what you need.

I don't know what got me into
this shady old bar
though first I wanted not to
but door was invitingly ajar.

I went through a cloud of smoke
to an old chair I found my way
my thirst for *** n coke
that's all, nothing more to say.

My love, I will hold you tight
we will sway left and right
but I will be with you whole night
we will dance in heaven tonight

Now I grab the humble fry
while you empty yourself into me
far behind the past died with a cry
and I invoke fresh thoughts for us to see.

For the purity to blow
For the neatness to flow
For all the clarity to glow,

Lets sow more love
Lets pour more kindness
Lets wipe out all tears.

        All the beauty is here
         it is in our hands
        we can creat smiles
        we can bring near
        the better tomorrow
               for all of us !

We all wait
for that one moment
to take the bait
jump to a conclusion
from this sweetness around
and suddenly all
seems to fall in place,
among all this chaos
from tangled knots of your shoe-lace
to your mind and it's bias.
You feel now you can think straight
though not sure of the path ahead.
All pragmatism goes down the drain
and my dear, we fall in love again.

I sit by the lake,
                                 on the lush green grass,
gently try to break
                                  my inner thoughts,
and silently assimilate
                                 chirping of birds,
rhythmic swaying of trees
                                 by the sweet breeze,
stare at the white cotton clouds
                                 spread on the chimerical blue
and try to soak the pure dew
                    till the morning remains new.