I pulled the kite
with all my might
and wrapped its thread
around my neck

The kite soar high
breaking the barriers of sky
and opening its arms
it zoomed ringing a silent alarm

I held on to the crease
it fluttered violently in the breeze
As in the vacuum of my mind, I heard
"I shall be released"
"I shall be released".

"

The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one, yet the light of the whole life dies when love is done

."

Of a lost Leaf and a Spider

A dry leaf, lost and forlorn
fell from the high tree
floating blissfully in the air
it gravitates, waiting to be free

Forsaken for forever
it wished to die in earth's lap
but as it tumbles down the way
it finds itself entangled in a cobweb

A lonely Spider's web, it was
spun with its shiny spinneret
wrapped in its silk, the leaf lay
waiting for its wishful death

oblivious to the lying leaf
the spider trudges on
its spinning organs spin webs
morning, night and dawn

Everyday gusts of wind
threaten to tear away its strings
oscilliating between two worlds,
the leaf lay, waiting to break the jinx

He sold his heart to the heartless
and bartered death for love
his death prayers ricocheted from the wall
Enraged he killed the dove

He spilled his blood for the blood thirst
and drained life from his soul
but divine light lighted his way
frustrated he headed for another fall

He set alight himself for the dark-eyed
and brought darkness for life
A ray of light still sneaked inside
but doomed, he blinded his eyes

I'm no insane
I've just lost my mind
I looked for logic somewhere
elsewhere did I find

I asked road to a blind man
I wished for a song from a dumb
spoke sense to the deaf
and at last was numb

who am I to shine the moon
who am I to burn like sun
darkness have swallowed the seven horses
who am I to run

Do you know the key to life
I don't even know its door
potions of hope and life, do you know?
if so, show me atleast the floor

I am crumbling

I am crumbling
sanity will have a new meaning
line at the horizon is blurring
And death has changed its meaning

Death -- just another word for ecstasy
choose splitting blood on my pyre
wriggle your skin on my burning grave
You still will be a loser, a liar

Flee, flee time cries now
no barriers, no chains in sight
I can't even see the light
But i won't give up the fight

Peel, chop, or cut me
burn me alive in the cemetery
I'm crushed, bruished anyway
do it, if death means victory

A mystery surrounds the night
like the frail darkness in light
a face emerges and fades at the corridor,
Huh! just another urban blight

And then I...

And then I ran
like a roaring river
cruising my way
stumbling through the stones

And then I float
like my flimsy paperboats
across the rain waters
riding the ripples

And then I scream
like the divison bells
spreading far and wide
within a split second

And then I dive
deep into the silence
spiralling in the loops
of my wondering mind

A Mystery called 'Life'

Life's mysteries are umteen. Even before we could understand the
essence of life and its values, we are already on the track,
living each moment, experiencing its ups and downs, often
complaining and questioning ourselves the reason we are alive
and each moments adds to the already passed times and in the
process, without even our knowledge it keeps us alive, awake and
in for a mysteries journey we call life.

I call life 'mysterious', one might differ but surely for me it
the greatest mysetry of the universe or I should say even if the
mysteries of the whole universe is clubbed into one, it can't
challenge the can of mysteries that life unfolds in its sojourn.

It is a book of possibilities, an ocean of unforseen happenings,
a chronology of events, which unlike a film cannot be fast
forwarded and watched, rather it is like making a pearl
necklace--u can only do it one at a time or the necklace will
never be made.

I still remember my school days, when everyday maa would make a
tiffin, We didn't know what was in store and everyday we used to
wait for the recession period, the moment the bell rang we
should to rush to open the tiffin box and everyday there was a
surprise, sometimes exciting while some times disappointing, but
whatever it was she never ceased to amaze us.

I sometimes ponder with amazement as what a great scriptwriter
GOD must be as everyday he is writting such thrilling plots for
more then 6,706,993,152 lives on this earth, each one somehow
different from one another. Doesn't it give u goose bumps? Well,
it surely gives me quite often.

Crib, crib, crib Man
Crib your way to death
cling on to your past
And burn all night in own wrath

Nag, Nag, Nag Man
nag till you bleed
spit venom on their souls
and curse them till u breath

Cry, cry, cry Man
cry till your eyes go dry
never forgive, never forget
shoot the dove in the sky

Burn, burn, burn Man
Burn down your whole creation
You never loved this life
Go script your own extinction

Love, Lies and Betrayal
I wish I could succumb them all
Offshore from this maddening world
I could see your light and hear your's call

Always the same straw
just a broom
mopping the strewn floor

my identity is in my collars
numbers and papers
and deep pocket dollars

An ostentatious lip-gloss
wet paints and toiletries
to gloss over their flaws

Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality