..A Pause...

A Step
The Walk
Barren is,
Ground Beneath.

Young Mornings
Bird Twitter
Life revoked
And Redeemed.

Synthetic Expressions
Fills the Silence.
Disconcertingly
Disturbs the Quiet.

Hope
Anxiety
Beliefs
Disappointments.

Flicker
The Light
Hesitation,
Undefined.

Decays,
The Pain.
Music
And Love.

Dreams,
Unfettered.
Life and,
Love.

Colors,
And Shadows.
A mirage.
My Heart.

A Thousand Meanings
Enwrapped.
Within Recesses
Of The Voice.

Thoughts,
In Panic.
Lest they May,
Be Unheard.

Those Eyes
Curious.
Look for,
The Shadows In Dark.

The Young Man,
In keen Spirits.
Dances in,
His Torn Shoes.

My Self,
My Mind.
Now Sings,
In Symphony.

Words,
With jagged Edges.
Cut through
This Silence.

A Sudden Thrill,
No Reasons Sought.
Gingerly Walks in,
My Happiness.

Midst Pain,
And Passion.
Still Incomplete
This moment.


...lyrically yours...

...a lazy sigh,some randomness...

"...The sense of the familiar
In someone's else desk
The words spring to life once more...


A sharp morning ray
The twitch in my eyes
A dream come true


Afternoon sparkle
Midst leaves of that big tree
A lone bird sings...


Through the windows of a car
Fast moving images
The child grows old...


Late-night conversations,words start to mean
As sound begins to wane
Over a thousand miles.

Wishes come true as melody undresses
And a smile seems to spark
On those faraway sleepy lips...


...still over a thousand miles..."

....resuscitatingly yours...

Back here

The last words of a dying man... i heard once, when i had just encountered life... perhaps it was a dream or perhaps it was a message... to heed the unknown. The first words of my own self... i heard once, when i first felt the touch of my mom, caressing... very tender. The life began, the love showered... there was fun, there was tear... disappointment, fear, laughter, joy never at once but spread over the years. The first spring, the last summer there was a never a time so dear, lonely and yet filled, free and yet bound, touched by all the distant pleasures and miseries but still untouched...
The further i go... distant gets my home... but a journey still it is to find the unknown. I come across a
bridge that promises to keep the dangers away, to make life as beautiful as the first sunshine on a chilly morning after the winter hues. The bridge i imagined i wud find someday... my passage from a world unknown, to a world not so known. I could sense the beauty on the other side of it... i could feel the warmth already... i could imagine as far as my imagination would go, the world of beautiful unknown. Standing here, i am still wondering... the first love of that unknown... little drops of rain, the smell of the moist flowers, grass and earth mingled with the fragnance of air, the time of hope and desire, the light from a distant star, the smile of a forlorn being... or the desire to know the unknown.

Angels or Demons

I have always found it difficult to put my thoughts into words... i think a lot n all of it sounds good in my head... but as i write them they become a proof of my idiosyncrasies... n also my thoughts... stupid as they look in writing. Lately i have been thinking upon

The Beginning...

A day inspired