Every night you invade my world,
splashing your essence with your opacity,
You touch the deepest corner of my existence
with your growing blindness.

You paint images on my walls
give me eyes that can feel but can't see
The spiraling breeze soothes my tired soul,
speaks to me all night.

Sometimes I too speak to her,
she is an epitome of freedom
But is she really free, I wonder.

Sometimes, I speak to time
they lay under my pillow, eyes wide shut,
sometimes they sing to me and lull me to sleep
sometimes they ask me to keep vigil.

Huh! I am bored of this conversation,
I know you will soon wash off the last stains,
dethrone me of my kingdom,
But its okay, I will wait for the next train.

Of a world, some boats and a gust of wind

An entire world chained in shackles,
break into pieces,
falling slowly like snow
and then like rain, creating ripples in the river.

The boats which were tied to the shore,
stare helplessly at the carbon sky
The shreds keep raining and snowing
and then disappearing in the water.

A gust of wind earns them freedom,
unwinding the ropes which held them back to the shore.
They float aimlessly swayed by the wind,
gather the remnants and get lost in the mist.

Time wonders, what fate held for them?
Did they reach the shores?
Or capsized on the way,
sinking at the bottom of the river's heart?

I still wake up from this nightmare
of a world, some boats and a gust of wind.

Credits


Even in the darkest of nights, I can hear the whistle of the train which carries my memories through the deserted rail tracks of the past. All the tracks which I had laid over the years of my life, lay stretched out in different directions, like an wounded snake wriggling in pain. I wait for time to pass and soon they take the shape of a convoluted pathway, which I always find difficult to follow. But even in the midst of all these zigzag maze of railroad, I never give up hope. I keep traveling and when I can't follow anymore, I wait at some makeshift stations and wait for the train. Sometimes the trains whistles past me, never bothered to stop or slow down and sometimes they pick me up. But every time, I lost my way, I eventually found the traces, which converge to you.

In you...

Credits

In you my faith lies,
the mountains that I hide
in the drops of the ocean,
finds its home in you.

In you my truth lies,
the darkness that I hide
in the warmth of my eyes,
finds salvation in your light.

In you my hope lies,
the dreams I sow in my heart,
and water with my life
finds shelter in your eyes.

In you, my love, my faith lies.

There is hatred in love
The seeds sown in the land of ego,
watered everyday with expectations.

There is jealousy in love
It grows out of fear
Fanned everyday with skepticism.

There is sin in love
grown out of sufferings
triggered by ignorance.