a journey

so here i am
in"the land of serenity"
so i see my dream came true
so i felt my hands getting numb
unable to press through
the ink flows less
and the words are deformed
not so well constructed
the rocks fell down
as the wind blew
and the days pass by
i stopped writing
put a glove on
tried again
but nearly failed
this life
could it be any simpler
or such is its being
when amongst all there is
to cherish and to live
to see and to breathe
to absorb the warm beauty
of the valley that now lies
amongst aged and as far
as one could remember
have lived these mighty roars
that make not a sound
as the wind blew
the rocks fell down
they made not a sound
as the river crossed another
an age long journey
and the stream flew
they still flow with icy hands
knocking over pieces of dry land
where they left the unforgiving sand
that stood now daunting the valley
i stopped again
drifted a while
took on my favorite path
and came here
the valley where lies
beyond my deepest conscience

this love so beautiful
and not too
did these trees forever stood
the way they now
staring into your eye
spreading each branch
so witheringly they look
yes they haunt
when you see yourself
amongst the life that bloomed
luscious and living they stood
when the cold penetrated
and quietened the hemisphere
only the wind blew
now so loud
face wide open
like a shadow
that was set free
and danced here and there
all by itself
into the valley
where the wind does
accompany the river
till one could resist
from being tempted
to retrace the path
that was left behind
in search for nothing
nothing that would make a difference
or would it maybe
if tomorrow i go back
to find
that shadow
would it dare to come
would it momentarily
blind my vision
as the wind blew
and as fast as it could
would it blow too
my mind
now scattered around
like a hungry boar
searching for something to feed on
life could it be any simpler
or this is how it was going to be

the snow came down the valley
like little white pearls it flew here and there
covering the dry land with beauty and love
slowly it descends in the quite of the night
leaving not a need for the morning sun

Spring...

when did you seep in
as the ice melted
after months long winter

and wasn't it just a while ago
when the snow fell
and the children danced
while the women laughed
and this beauty
that lay right before my eyes
got covered and lost its charm
like the mystic brown tree
covered in a blanket of snow

when did you seep in
oh shy spring
melted the snow
right before my eyes
did i realize?
did i hear the sound
of the birds passing by
did i feel the scent
or saw the colors change
from rusty brown and white
to red blue and green
who did you ask
before you came by
with your melodious song
ringing loud in my ears
like echoes of each passing day

when did i see the river flow down
changing to water on empty ground
a patch of dry land
moistened now perfectly well
when did you plant the seed
did i realize
when the first flower came
and scented the valley
did i see the blushing tree
slowly spreading its leaves
and the warm shy bud
playing hide and seek
until i turned my eyes
so it could blossom to flower

who did you ask
before you came by
i was perfectly seated
in my winter cot
soothing were winters
the doors well shut
under the fire light
did i forget to close them
and slept through the night
while the summer breeze
crawled into my room

the bird came flying
from a distant land
sat on my lap
taught me how to sing
the chirping songs of spring
in admiration i looked
with question in my eyes
will you come and go?
and leave me to fall

fall shall come by
as the spring came unknown
for such is its being
said the chirping soul

who did you ask
before you passed by

worry not O Maid
i shall pass too
before you shall know
the flowers will shy
and the leaves shall fall
before you doze off
fall shall come by
and put you back to sleep
in your winter cot

Now

as it stands now

clear and done

all this time

wasted

slaughtered

put on fire…

all these years

turned to ashes

my selfish being

caught and strangled

now burning down

o2, 03

sitting on my couch

sipping my yummy cup of tea

smoking and coughing…

and coughing again

and after tonight

did i realize

when the mist clears down

sitting on my couch

sipping my cup of tea

everything is fine

you sit here and smoke a joint

and wake up tomorrow

catch a flight

everything is fine

roars aloud the ice desert

opens its arms wide

mocks at the ashes

now turned white

come freeze your burning self

freeze it to death

if at all

to let it off..

your shoulders now tired

shattered

call for

the ultimate

The pearl beach

the three of us now dazed
in the late afternoon mire
decided to walk down the beach
a seamless beauty.. i was going to see
Now absorbed by constant to and fro..
thoughts poured like swarm of bees
the utmost vulnerable sections of our mind
driven by whatever we could find
to drink and fill our sacks
so the journey could last for a while

one, drooping over the luscious flowers...
or the clouds made patterns in your eyes
sometimes startled by play full fields
and the water flowing down...
Would deviate your path every now and then..
Until you captured every moment..
Where memories fails to play a part..

Hopping up and down was other..
his bare foot caressing pieces of land
softly squishing and dancing to his voice...
Notes fell like dew..
Tenderly waking the morning flower

recollecting every piece every spot
from wandering way too far...my mind
now stuck on one and two
counted each step we took
Withholding every thought every moment
from crumbling the joy of time

After walking an hour or two
there came a distant land
dabbled with green flora
and the scent of disconnected sand
Followed the infinte ocean
where images merged with water..
not a sound or soul

i stood in reclusive awe
as the wave emerged undaunted
and washed over, with every drop
slipped like sand all my wisdom
now scattered in the vaunt

the shells must still be there
lost so long now a wave must have
driven them to dry sand

shadow

i saw a shadow tonight
a shadow of me walking down...
taking each step.. looking around..
eyes never caught a glimpse...

and i see many people around...
voices and laughters and tales lost and found..
people that fought and loved..
and fought again...

my hands reached for the empty space... and lapsed
and yet no one could see...
i was just a shadow indeed...
travelled through time.. lost in haze..
waiting for none to come around..

they were beautiful faces... blooming full of life..
together they shared the tales of yester years..

Together they laughed together they cried
And the tea poured down into each cup
toasted and tasted every night

I closed my eyes I fell asleep
And saw myself on a hilltop
Beautiful it was one isolated rock
Surrounded by birds that few in flocks

And as i looked down the hill
there lay familiar ground
A pretty land of lost souls
Made up of sand and mud
there were little huts
I knocked on one and another
There was not a sound

Tired and desperate i turned back
And saw dead shadows around
voices and laughters and tales lost and found...
shadows of people that fought and loved
And fought again...

In the mist of Silence

silent notes are falling behind...
shadows buried.. some alive...
we make new ones as we grow...
some have lagged long behind..

silent self... brings me closer to myself..
my being.. falling in love with the silent nymph..
i want to hug myself today...
not cause i have suddenly lost all my love to this universe i have so far treasured to be a part of,,,

i want to hug myself today..
and wipe my tears..
and pat on my back..
say its going to be fine...
sing myself to a soothing sleep..
cause i love... the little me,
who has seen all these years wipe in dust...
crushed in storm,
fallen in autumn... frozen so long...
born every summer.. lived all along...

and so after so long.. today i write to my silence again..
call for her.. to take me back...
i have sinned not listened to her so long...
abandoned her whilst i was blindfold by my hapless mind...

dont know how to make up to my silence.. my love..
my only little friend who loved me.. all along..

i left her behind thought its time to live a life..
beyond her silent cages i shall find music of soul

but forget did i her soothin song,
she jingles in my ear every night...
she brought it with the morning sun...
to the tunes of her silent self.. iv spent many winter nights..
she did not look back once.. nor did she complain...
in her silent being... she quietly walked away...

and when i think today wasted.. and lost..
i ponder all those years... i spent while she was gone...

did i hear a cry... a laughter, or a sigh...

did i hear the broken glass.. saw it flowing down..
there it is lying still... scattered on the ground...
made up of some foolishness... in the night we sang a song..
while we cried and fought.. and shouted the song of peace...

but where did i loose it while shouting so loud...
my little one ran away, in my sleep i saw the grave...

did i drop a tear.. or the rain fell quite hard that day...
did it hurt.. or did it not...
was i in pain.. or did i smoke pot...