In a bed of cosmic stars
I floated on the winded lake
lighted as the thunderstorm rolled
holding peace as a new born babe
so close that no one snatches it away

Now in a bridge waving
the passersby as they sink
to that very bed of green grass
where locusts escape the evil
eager shores that kiss and appease
that very spark of tranquility
the quietness of the resolved soul
where my feet pace to finish a race
the life wire of ambivalence
at the door where it all makes sense

In bed with the cosmic stars
I live unknown and invisible
the underlay of my natural matter
where I exist as a mere human being
estranged to the world and it's effects

Superb Owl sat in front of his TV.
The more he ate, the more touchdowns he'd see.
The more he drank, the better did his team.
Let's all share Superb Owl's superb scheme!

Will you come
To lean with me,
On the arms of the lengthening shadows.

To watch with me
The Even descend, with her radiant garland of stars.

To feel with me
The blackness engulfing, of the gloom of the inky night.

To smell with me
The jasmine, bloom,to the kiss of the evening breeze.

To sit with me
The ripples on the lake to see, the shimmer of the evening gleam.

To be with me
As bustle of the day takes leave,and solitude of night arrives

To hear with me
The soulful chords,that strike, a tune so mellow.

To wait here with me
Till the rays of dawn arrive,

Will you come

I was born in a thunderstorm
when melancholy merged with death
at the rock of the graves and grieve
ridden in a world that never fits

On this earth where tears are unsaved
inside the flowing wrongs and rights
traps of entitlement and brokedness
on days when the sun refuses to shine

I was born to never have a belong
on masses of an indescribable rise
watching on elongated corners of alone
where nights fits on the jigsaw puzzle

On this hell of a world, where music dies  
photographs tries,poems lies,canvas plies  
forgetting the misery of the human form
that sinks and leaks under the dungeons

A beautiful view
is best when it is shared with
a beautiful you

It happens..

When everything feels just right
The aura around you shining so bright

Concedes to you everything you lack
Allowing nothing to hold you back

Ends all pointless confusions
Banishing all inhibitions

Let's you be so sure in life
Like you never did before

Yes it happens..

Hold on to your faith
Just a little more

It might take a while but
It will find you for sure

It will blend your life
With lightness and satiety
Making you a part of serendipity

Love happens..!!

He says,
'who's a pretty boy then?'
when he's sitting on my shoulder
which is slightly older than
Jim,
the parrot's thin
he thinks I'm dim or hard
of hearing,
'who's a pretty boy then?