”Life is like a horizon and we are just like that bird, who madly chases that one fancied point where the sky kisses the ocean; and even after a hard try, wonders why he still couldn't reach up to that point. Only to realize, the horizon is mere a deceiving illusion, and the fancied point does not exist. But alas! The bird has already lost and there is no way back or forth.”

Don't let them wake me up, I am in mystifying dreams.....

Before sun rises, let me travel unto my destination.....

The paths are so unknown in reality. Let me live in this world.....

Oh my fine dreams, absorb me in you forever.....

Until next dream.....next life.....

Just Inside me…..



It’s just inside me,

I feel green everywhere,

It’s so peaceful, so calm, and so cold

Yet so warm and it is all just inside me.



I am at different place altogether,

I cannot describe it;

It is not good and not bad either.

It’s just nothing, it’s just inside me.



I see erected mountains;

Don’t know what they have determined?

Do they want to kiss the blue heaven?

I see that heaven, it’s just inside me.



Whom these flowing rivers want to meet?

Are they dreaming to be an ocean?

I know, they all have got my lost dreams,

Come and see, they are just inside me.

After Many a Springtide Dies the Swan

Once was so glorious in his beauty,
Breathtakingly handsome and full of seduction,

Like a divine tree of a charm in a gleaming appearance,
Fancied many a magnificent birds;

Oh silly splendid birds! You are the travellers of the globe,
Be not fascinated with his calm temptation-
It will decay and fall apart.    

Alas! For his gentle shadow, you’re maddest unto the confines.

Give the immortality and never dying beauty,
He prayed for immortal youth and immortal age.

Only if, god would recall his gift,
Only if one could challenge the nature,

Preserve me in the portrait, where I will remain richly fresh,
He exclaimed wretchedly, perhaps one would live forever!

Real was the joy in living young, perhaps, the ultimate joy left?

Shining feathers are greyed with a gloom, and
Luminous vision is fading away.
Eye-catching walks of youth are unsteady now,
The envious stream couldn’t imitate the image of glowing and beautiful,
In his sleepy eyes once more dream of youth twinkles.
Departs the last drop of a tear in silence,

And, after many a springtide dies the swan.

The Invisible Man Walking

The invisible man walking down the street
Inhaling deeply and looking at the sky
The Invisible man, whom I could see and nobody else

The invisible man walking in slow motion
Gazing at the surroundings full of crowd
Everybody is chatting and laughing,
But could not comprehend his existence

I waved at him and he just smiled
That made me special and he was not surprised

The invisible man walking through the people
Watching the crowd and blinking the eyes
I could not see his shadow or the footfalls
In the gathering I lost his sights

The invisible man now walking in the woods
He was all alone and bursting with a thirst
Walking the lonely paths he came along a pond
He felt relieved and looked inside the pond

Blue clear water was so clam and relaxed
The water reflected his image, and man was shocked
The image of invisible man inside pond was mine, O! That invisible man was I...