I am on board on a train
silently making noise
as it crosses miles
amidst wet and velvety green
at times charming spring
sometimes like a romantic dream
or a novel better than the best
often sailing through the blazing sand
like an Arabian adventure 
it feels as the desert drills 
my soaked pores to sow 
the dry seed of aging
as I go on living like a carefree kid
at the doorstep of sweet sixteen
though the real past 
has been anything but
aim based frenzy fragments 
into frivolous pursuits 
Dos and don'ts clouding vision 
lazy days slipping out of hands
it's time to take a decisive action
that is to determine whether it will be
a terrible death on the sandy Sahara
or a walk in the Himalayan clouds.

Hazy veil
of mazy
grey-white-jade
abstract cumulo tangle
quasi-close to the ground
accentuates the beauty
of the mighty river
at the edge
of a dangerous
denim cascade
leading to a free fall.


At every step
fading spiral shades
of lighter hue
entrenched in white
rashly caress
those fine
fascinating fringes.


The rugged rocks
hugging dusky tone
have fought
the flowing frenzy
of the heavy fume,
tried in vain
to obstruct the drain,
but at the end
laced the azure
with a golden chain,
witnesses the green
that grows within.

***** dust is everywhere
reflecting the sunlight,
enlightening the world.
Con follows pro
who doesn't know.
What you highlight
is upto you!

Laced with serene green ivy,
the entrance was inviting,
the red walls were screaming passion,
as the invisible fire, you were igniting.

Heavy rain drops and droplets started singing against the glass, before us,
like a maddening-meditating-musical.

The fire of love within my heart,
heated you up to a level that
you were not comfortable.

Then those soft water-drops
and suave droplets
hurled on the glass as they froze into
rock solid chunks of lacklustre ice.
Warmth was gone and
it was freezing outside.

The unwelcome chill dared to come in, and brushed against our heated skin.
I shuddered and clung to your steady arm,
the air amidst us was so divinely thin,
that I could inhale you in,
the intoxicating scent sent my mind in haze,
and just there and then sneering fire
broke out, determined to burn us down.
Out it froze even more.

The freezing chill out and
the heavy flames in,
dazed my senses,
helpless indecision
held me stock-still.

The roller-coaster ride of romance
shook me up and out my daydream.
Your love lit such a fervent desire,
that your reality backfired.
Your icy stare and freezing glare
waged a war against my flair.

The ecstasy that your warm spring
flowing as a sweet little stream
down in my heart,
gave birth to a new me
who is now set to die
either in fire or in ice.

The constant cloud cover hides
the picturesque panorama from
my sweet little scenic peninsula,
the wetland of unknown beauty,
the place where reigns the rain.


The cloud always keeps the veil on,
denies the Sun the right to shower
his warm ray to enlighten the land,
although the Sun's been aware of the
mystical treasure hidden down there.


Love and light have the potency to perceive possibilities,
and as you acquire eager yearning for openness,
no cloud can keep you confined to the dark dampness,
and yes, on a fine banal day my land meets her Sun.

Light rushes through her dark and damp valleys,
the ray of righteousness invading her veins
as my dear land encounters enlightenment,
the romantic reality fills her with the fire of fulfillment.

Amazement echoes through her as she greets
the leafy luster and the priceless pearls of those
candid moony mountains that pour magic on her.
The perennial spring of wisdom and enrichment
needs to ramify and rove to experience more.

Months and years pass and now she surmises,
the misty life at every turn surprises,
so she resolves to pursue that fine trait of life,
as she would never cease to explore
the finer version that still remains unexplored
inside her very self with the hope of
the other sun, that is yet come.

On the balcony I stand
and let my eyes sway
to the sandy waves,
swathing in the moonlight.

The ancient empire that was buried under
the suave sand had been witnessed by
the moon of mountain from a distant land.

The endless tract of greenlessness
under the sparkling platinum moon
is brushing with the hands of air
and making the magnificent dunes.

Mind widens as you witness its wideness
unlike the sea it presents you with quietness.
If you are seeking happiness
this rough terrain will show you,
life isn't after all that hard for you.

Amidst poisonous purlieu
I'm up in the clouds
Dare I care not and
sail on my flight of fancy.
White patches of dull clouds
on the pale face of sky
envy my glow,
can figure not
the root of the flow.
Slaughterous suspicions
conspire to drown the ship
in recurring torrential rain.
Colourfully calm, I'm
under the blazing Sun. Others
would never know, love lies in
my core for guiding me
to the shore.