aligning

the magic of ordinary days
the receding of things as you drift ,
unaware of time and ideas
that is when I expose my true self…

instant gratification washes the shore
wanderers are not lost but in the path

shepherd guide me

At cultural crossroads lost,
golden dust is over my spirit.

World is full of attractions,
my lord knows my heart.

so like a shepherd guide me…

For when no one stays my own
you will stay with me …

life is ever changing…
but living in this faith
fulfills me so

I hold your hand

for the love of art

Art is Like a therapy to me,
where I roam unfettered,
Freely discovering beauty as I stroll,
and view intentions  and feelings –
borrowed directly from the artist’s soul.

Intuition is creativity simplified , Yes ,
It is a love , a passion and an intoxication,
– perhaps for my mind and soul.

The hue of the distant sky in the changing sunlight,
the view of the distant mountain peak ,
or the smile of an innocent child standing near by,
all stir my soul as I walk.

A simple stroke is all it takes,
to give meaning to an empty space.
It gives it a life, A charm of its own.
The color palette reflects nature -yes –
In all its glory , while Enchanted by Tradition,
Art travels to distant shores .
Stirring and touching the hearts of all.
It Breaks the barriers of Races , Ethics and Codes.

orison

so many sounds ,
but silence is supreme.
so much to travel ,
but meditate for peace.
so much to see ,
but I seek within.

if only

if only my eyes could tell
they gaze on the stars deep within

if only my ears could speak
they sing with the roaring turmoil

if only my lips could breath
they withiness the passion burning

for in this life only can I achieve
alas , its now or never…

shatter

only if you could see my tiredness
could you see the tears I hide

only if you would notice how far I feel
for I am left behind

I smile over my fears now
for some are already true

I wonder if I will be fully true to you..

Like a mirage were you.
time and again failed
you were nothing new.

Garden of sleep

in the shadow of trees I sleep ,
on the misty green bed I lay
covered by soft gentle hustle of leaves

butterflies dance over patchwork of nature
in the celebration of multicolored garden
dew drops dance on the window pane
O ! my heart skips a beat…

The ruined tower looks so alluring
yet the fairy sings Sleep ! Sleep !
tired of tears and laughter,
weary of days and past hours
I retreat to this garden of dreams

drifted away to a land of stillness
no winds blow hither..
but fruits grow in plenty
for Fruits borne by me in life
have now reaped

My Ma , My teacher

 

my ET

a philosher and a realist
you and me … now one
but we are so different…
I a dreamy philosper
you my sweetheart a realist

I want you so much
maybe transended beyond this world
you see a smile and get happy
but my nature is fragile

my love is obsession maybe
but I feel it is not wrong
If I have only this life
I will run to hold you

I expect and …
maybe that is my streak of maddness
my notion maybe wierd
but what to do

a heart wants what it wants
and it wants you ….
maybe I am a hopeless romantic
maybe stupid … and naive

but all I can say is
you have the power to make me or break me
and I will fight
for you see I am a selfish brat

i am not a Saint
my love maybe immature
no balance… no bundaries

but somehow i feel
you understand
for you are my
one true love…….

my mature , responsible and humble man

“sad love

a heavy emptiness fills the heart
what it is or was that you desired ?

resignation and acceptance go hand in hand
“Who am I?” echoes….

“I did so much for you” ….resonates
unfulfilled hopes or expectations sing…
are responsible for my deflated mood !

Explore. Dream. Discover…I listened.
easy, dreamy, almost like a fairytale
i wished ….but it is not…

maybe it was your sweetness that melted my heart
I lied … I smiled … just as you pleased
Every now and then I woke up dreaming
to be what we could be…
but you wounded me back to my senses…
I cant count the tears I have shed…
You will see me smiling and laughing
for I will no longer show my misery
dear Sad love… I will walk with you

independence

plunged into mourning and anger,
Dried blood can still be seen…
“bang” along vacant, sweaty desert highway

took a breath before the moment of truth.
BANG. It worked again
a little boy in a tiny coat had to hop out
Walk across a dusty pavement runway,
stand in a roped-off line,

defective, something hideous and unlovable
deserve to be the heroes of their own stories
To be free is a great privilege….
Shed a tear in their memory
strive to make the most of
for hard won is this independence

Pledge to stand up for those
whose voice the world refuses to hear

for we are the legacy of those
for who paid the ultimate price…for us !

lost

free-flying spirits with wings carry me on
for i am tired of this hot fading summer
involuntarily finding and losing my peace
the rainbow’s joyous refraction of colour

Hypnotised to the deceptive simplicity
stitched together as one now haunted
echoes the promise of love awaiting
streamed through the streets of consciousness.

washed up on this island again
the height of the tide had promised
ongoing peril… false notion of separation
surrounded by roaring lions and sighs of love

Phantom Of Dreams

My struggle. My endurance .my perseverance
in the face of all kinds of demons.
Some within. Some without.

Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.
as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning
so i assign Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.

no more shall i show you my Fears. Tears .
with unflattering honesty to only myself
you have lost the right to hear

voices in my head urged to tell you at my lowest
I did… Now with knowing …my showing weakness
makes you feel i can’t undertand yours …
this breaks my heart …
but dearest your don’t yet know me
I am a phamtom of broken dreams
who rises above after every fall

matrix of start

footsteps echo in the empty hall

i entered the door at the end of hall

there was a beautiful wallpaper and surprises behind closed doors

Posing in the castle… you color my world

a new chapter waiting to be penned…

colors are brighter with you around

i feel like an amateur playing with you

exploring hidden treasures of the city

all I need is to whisper to the world that only shouts

a radiant living

Sorrunded by a  moonbeam

In the allure of a lush blue sky

A fragrant bloom of daisy

A laughter of a child

My work of art…is my life

So trek through an odyssey

Embrace a deep trust

For one who seeks outside, dreams

One who looks deep inside …awakens