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 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



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 !



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

you and I


I like the night air ,for it tells me a story

I can build a mansion higher than dreams

but when I dream I dream of you…..

Now I can touch my life and light

when light shines through the trees

a deep melancoly settles deep inside my heart

for I hear the guitar playing……

when its gold and green
…feel it in the air….
catch it if you can for
we are all fragile…..
when we break our heart

compassion,  tolerance, endurance,  faith, and much more breaks
yet in the end even if nothing is in perfection
some how somewhere love finds you….
so hold on to your heart…for
smile is just the begining of love

as we live

as the clouds part ways for the sunshine
the legions of my heart are bleeding
letter drops wrapped in the fragrance of winter
I am retrieving things I will lose one day
for I am shaped by the morality
the longing that the wind swept away
like a scholar in exile
Even if at times,the road looks to far
I hope it carries my feelings to you
Even if tears fall..until every thing becomes a past
beyond the dreams of history
sleepwalk..for it was like a mid summer night’s dream

tranquil mind


Let time create its own saga
In this hazy half lit world
Timed by an ageless hourglass
Awashed in a flamboyant style
My perfect imperfections

Meandering in half lit alleys
my blunt edges stare
down and around my moods
I am a bit crazy maybe..

Yet soothing and captivating
in the warm ambient lighting
A trigger captured my eyes
A smile that reaches deep inside
such is nature’s beauty


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Light kindled with burning fire of desire
Night is like a black stone sapphire
Freedom is all I want…
Pains never venture to leave me alone

The world is changing…for change is around me
Like a spy of sorts I drift past…
i am one with no regrets
have I thought about this.. well

When mind is fearless… head turns high
My hands seek perfection in fruitfull service.
My voyage seems to have no end…

Old fears die with exhaustion..
Nothing is static… how can I be
Whispers say nothing can touch me
Something like perfection…oh stay with me