27th July '06
With a grey blanket over its head,
the sky sleeps...
Under the blanket,
white cloudy, cushiony dreams and blue horizons....
An evening nap,
before dusky deafening dues...
A sleeping slumber,
into the nightfall hues...
So many dreams...
So many li'l ones...
With colours of rainbow,
the shades of dawn
and the gloom of the rolling sundown.
The blanket's wet,
too full..
already impregnate...
A pin is pricked...
and the billow punctured,
gives away all its stow.
In peals of thunder
and crackling lightning...
The deluge, the downpour.......a dripping squall...
The snooze aroused....
......as twilight turns into a misty night of nostalgia.....
A Night Rings
19th July '06
Dim white tube-light flashes in the eye
and the night lies forgotten behind..
The monsoon breeze and electrical air
jostle in the room, from ceilig to the shaded marbled floor.
The relics of the rain gone by,
the water puddles glisten in the moon-light...
Innumerable fragments of the shredded satellite
contained within shallow pools of contaminated water.
Someone hums a tune somewhere
to whose rhythms my heart beats fast...
But the strain lost in the traffic somewhere...
..all in my ears, now....SILENCE...
On this not so bright night
when the sky is a tinge of red...
I await another call, another tring..
.."one's not enough for me"...
Dim white tube-light flashes in the eye
and the night lies forgotten behind..
The monsoon breeze and electrical air
jostle in the room, from ceilig to the shaded marbled floor.
The relics of the rain gone by,
the water puddles glisten in the moon-light...
Innumerable fragments of the shredded satellite
contained within shallow pools of contaminated water.
Someone hums a tune somewhere
to whose rhythms my heart beats fast...
But the strain lost in the traffic somewhere...
..all in my ears, now....SILENCE...
On this not so bright night
when the sky is a tinge of red...
I await another call, another tring..
.."one's not enough for me"...
Times vs Me
18th July '06
Time plays games with me...
and beats me everytime.....
Shadows lurk in the corners
to spring on me, at my face,
But I sit on a bag of beans, twiddling my toes....
let the phantoms wait, till vacuum gulps them down it's throat...
Time plays games with me
and tries to beat me everytime.....
I'll float in my memories..
Swim with our musics' flow..
Will refuse to believe the true, in the truest sense..
And make my dreams an illusory reality...
Time plays games with me
and I refuse to let it beat me everytime.....
Worlds within our minds
and our minds within our worlds....
Reasons why I exist...
and my existence, a reason to live...
Time plays games with me
and I play games with myself.
Time plays games with me...
and beats me everytime.....
Shadows lurk in the corners
to spring on me, at my face,
But I sit on a bag of beans, twiddling my toes....
let the phantoms wait, till vacuum gulps them down it's throat...
Time plays games with me
and tries to beat me everytime.....
I'll float in my memories..
Swim with our musics' flow..
Will refuse to believe the true, in the truest sense..
And make my dreams an illusory reality...
Time plays games with me
and I refuse to let it beat me everytime.....
Worlds within our minds
and our minds within our worlds....
Reasons why I exist...
and my existence, a reason to live...
Time plays games with me
and I play games with myself.
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