Jun 27, 2013 | Creative Writing
let’s kill the end of the time
lest we are turned mortal
by it’s delicate intricacies
that stay suspended at our threshold
from the moment we step a foot in time
let’s kill the end of the time
lest it leads to chaos, unheeded
by the turmoil set deep in our hearts
and take our pride for granted
and we end up being thrown to wolves
these unworthy
strolling around in the garden of Eden
that think not twice before
they pounce upon all and sundry
let’s kill the end of time
with one single stroke of luck
favoured and earned
while we sweated it out
with our minds
pushing around
the wheels of destiny’s cart
lest we land in oblivion
on a starry night
after we forget the path
and stay languishing
for centuries in love’s desert
for to reach our souls’ salvation
we need to arrive
where hell and heaven
merge in one and we reach
the end of the time
so shall we
my love
kill this end of the the time
for once and all…
Jun 25, 2013 | Creative Writing
a woman dreams and knit some thoughts
with a thread woven of desires
and she wonders if they need some glue
some kind of binding agent
to keep them from falling apart
or they just hold together
with the intricate design that knits them
she wonders if the dreams she envisages
are the lives she has chosen
or are the mirror of the lives
she has been destined to
sometimes she wonders
if the dreams she dreamt
are real or are just an opaque image
of her unshed unfulfilled desires?
a woman dreams all her sleeping hours
a woman who often
falls asleep while she is not dreaming
for the dreams she has been destined to dream
are not the dreams of the lives
she had been sleep walking through
in one consolidated trance like dream…
Jun 20, 2013 | Creative Writing
I am a song tuned to your music
Jun 18, 2013 | Creative Writing
O’ dear evening do we live or we survive
through this labyrinth these hours knit
across the horizon with blinding light
lives we breathe with every sigh
words we kneed with each finger
airs that throw caution to the winds
light that sings to the tune of darkness
rains deprived of centuries of hunger
hailstorm that kills this grass
flowers that bloom on threshold of drought
skyscrapers that fall short to scarecrows
O’ dear evening please do tell me more…
Jun 17, 2013 | Creative Writing
aren’t we all alone
each one of us
in our own loneliness
or are we all together
into this singular loneliness
aren’t we all alone
keeping in tune with loneliness
into this unique lone universe
keeping in pace with ourselves
aren’t we all alone
trying to huddle with loneliness
seeping in more of this loneliness
judging by mere appearances
aren’t we all alone
deep down trying to reach out
looking up to bare sky
trying out garbs made up of sly
aren’t we all lonely
baking a meal out of rye
cooking bones covered with hunger
raking coals with watered ambers
searching for unknown
looking up to Gods
created out of sturdy hands
with brains emptied of trust
devoid of faith
in the garb of alien deities
that were erected while
all of us had been senile…
Jun 16, 2013 | Creative Writing
walk and you are made for each other
paths that you walk on
roads that you conquer
storms that you encounter
walk in tandem with you
walks that you embark upon
are cut out to live for
completely, unconditionally
for the walks are the links
that carry this world
on shoulders of days and nights
that you walk by
while being alive
staying awake
walking along
on the footpath of life
walks and you are merged in one
when the world stands by
gasping in surprise
awestruck in disguise
for the walks are just the elements
invented by you
to conquer the turmoil
and claim yourself
amidst walkers of this strange wide world
walks and you are awesomely
made for each other…
