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A walk on the shore,
Reminiscence of yonder and yore,
Hear a lonely dog bark,
Along the long road leave our mark,

A dreamt world,
Longing for a glimpse,
To cry you a song,
This home is where we belong,

Myriad seashells,
On a long stretch of white sands,
Our mind smiles,
And walks many miles,

A calm silence surrounds,
All is in equilibrium,
Secret desires resurface,
With just a glance at that anonymous face,

Life is but a dream,
Life is but a dream,

A spirit, in whom we trust,
Has wanderlust,
And all the bronze bells toll,
A sign for the cattle to return home,

Makes us wonder,
When the pied piper toots a tune,
In all our glory, mesmerized,
We fall into the whispering winds,

Enchanted, but elegantly wasted,
Our heads tucked under cerulean skies,
Waiting for a miracle man,
As the hero within expires.

Part 1

Star-studded skies,
Waves of emotions and a million lies,
Pushed to shatter all ties,

Follow the rhythm, your guiding light,
On a dark day and a lonely night,
Cling to your soul; hold on tight,

Shed a tear and wear that smile,
All life is just revile,
And we still have to walk many a mile,

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day,
While the sun still shines, make that hay,

Twang of the bow and the poison dart,
Couldn’t do much damage to the bleeding heart,
Not a bad start,

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day, indeed,
The hero's got to bleed,

The destination is unknown,
But we’ve spread our wings and flown,
Polished & chromed, did you see how it shone?

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day, indeed,
To my words, you’ve got to heed

Life Is A Voodoo

Too soon, too early,
The big blow turned her life swirly,
Scarred for life, stirred and shaken,
To a new day, she does not want to awaken,

Tears in her eyes,
Are manifestations of her aching soul,
Life, which forever she will despise,
Is black and is as black as coal,

She questions destiny,
No answers are forthcoming, destiny is mute,
Life is all and tyranny,
It is something her young mind refuses to compute,

Life has traded her nightmares for sleep,
Life she thinks is far too deep,
All night she screams in fright,
While life grins at her in delight,

She is god damn confused,
Her heart is bleeding and bruised,
She knows not what to do,
For her, life is a voodoo.

Of Tranquility & Turbulence

Listening to the wind blow,
Listening to the water flow,
Looking at a resplendent face glow,
In the morning sun, walking slow,

Her tune, his hum and my whistle blow,
I have the field of pasqueflowers to mow,
But the music is lingering, and I stand still,
Yes, life is turbulently tranquil

Signs of Life

Seeds that have been sown,
Signs of life,
Know not where they have grown

Of Wishes and Horses

Everyday I get out of my bed,
Thinking of things never said,
If my wishes were a horse,
Would draw them to the water of remorse,

I'd walk a step, walk a mile,
A bridge, fall out of file,
Cross it, regroup and walk again,
Oh! Why, it's perfectly sane,

Here I am, tempt me now,
In this life, with all you’ve got and how,
While you sit back and play second fiddle,
Will head out and uncover the riddle,

My pony has grown wings,
A flying unicorn, such joy it brings,
A thud, a fall below to the ground, I run,
The dream is over, or has it just begun?

I'd walk a step, wear a smile,
But the world looks in revile
Cross it, regroup and walk again,
Oh! This time in vain

Lil' Emily

Little Emily wanted to play,
With all her little friends except Fey,
To let her hair loose and dance away,
In the bright mid summer’s day,

She made models in clay,
While her friends howled hip hip hurray!
She wanted everybody to stay,
Since she did not share her toys, all went away,

Emily made friends with a donkey and loved his bray,
She rode on him everyday,
The meandering stream; listening to jazz by the bay,
Made her incredibly happy and gay,

One day lil’ Emily on the mountain of pasqueflowers she lay,
Lovingly looked at the donkey but had something to say,
Just then the mighty rotten dragon arrived and to the donkey said “hey”!
“That’s my sweet Emily, for the love of your bones, you better hide away”

No Name

Climb a hill,
Walk the lane,
Build a windmill,
But still miss the train,

Wear a smile,
Till the cheekbones hurt,
Wait a long while,
In solitude and turn to dirt,

Lose your love, to keep a friend...

The Next Step

Had a lovely evening today. Met up with a dear friend and her new found love. What a sweet couple they made. Seemed just perfect for each other. Finally good to see the rock crumbling. No, it is crumbling for a reason, so that it can become the very foundation for the long private road called life on which they can hold hands and walk, each step, together, all the way till their hearts ripe.

May god give them strength, perseverance, patience, peace and fill their hearts with love for each other, forever.

My Desire

Suppressed mind, a chainless thought,
Wild horse of memories of the wars we fought,
Going bumpety, bumpety, bumpety bump,
Scattered reminiscence is just a lump,

Life is a symphony, twisted and twirled,
May you find peace in this beautiful world...
As Bob says "Peace Will Come, With Tranquility & Splendor on The Wheels of Fire"
Will wait for that day...my desire.

Cynic

Neither here nor there,
A cynical smile, life is fair,
A magnificent view from the window sill,
Don't move, better sit still,
A slight slip and a fall below, too late,
A sleight of hand and twist of fate,
Will take you 30 ft to the ground,
And further 6 feet down to say hello,
To all the friends and foes, who were around,
When you kicked them and buried them underground

Life for Hire

Hello there, will you be my sire?
You can have my life for hire,
Take me home to laugh when you tire,
As you see I don't cost much to acquire,

Your life hangs on a thin black wire,
When pleasure is what you require,
And want to take it higher,
Why not me for half a day hire?

When the consequences are dire,
To fulfill your fetish, I play with fire,
Bootylicious, I'm the one you desire,
Lift your pen and write a dozen quire,

So for tonight won’t you be my sire?
Give in to your immoral desire,
While I silently light your funeral pyre,
Why not me for half a day hire?

White Rabbit

A swim in the murky waters,
A young child circles and totters,

From the mountain of pasqueflowers,
She sees through her weary eyes,
A banana boat ride, all alone,
She wants to follow the white rabbit home,

As the waves of the sea slaps her back to reality,
A sudden step; a life an entity,
The red eyes, the white skin beckons,
The girl wants to take the white rabbit home,

A lovable soul, life on a roll,
The fear; lest it should take its toll,
A stress buster; made of styrofoam,
Now the girl wants to ride the white rabbit home

wtf

What we see; an ocean and the horizon,
A speck, a dot,
A night; a glorious night,

A bark in the dark;
A dog lies on its back,
Thinks the world is twisted,

No seagulls in sight;
May be the land is too far away,

High on spirits, faltering steps;
Indeed the word is turning, isn’t it?

A girl selling her wares,
Trying; enticing this world,
Her psychedelic shawls fail to impress,
Today she sleeps hungry,

Tomorrow; a new day in an old world,
The same fear, the same loathing,
“OM” inscribed on the butt of a bikini clad woman,
A new life; watch it unfurl

Vex

Creator, you gave him life,
And taught him how to live,
Now, they mourn,

His wanderlust has taken him,
To many hells than heavens,
Transgression,

The roads of peril he must now crawl,
Puts no fright in his mind,
He cowers in delight,

What did you have in mind?
When you stripped him of his mind,
He’s not complaining, he does not mind,

His sneering smile,
Writhing in virtue,
Sadistic

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Bird Who Flew Away

Walking in the middle of nowhere,
I saw this bird lying on its belly,
Hurt and his wings were torn,
Tucked him under my arm and took him home,

Gave him water and some cereals to eat,
Nurtured well, he now stood on his feet,
His new feathers were shining like chrome,
And he was probably missing his home,

And then one day he flapped his wings,
And flew in circles & straights,
I should’ve known and taken the cue,
That day the sky turned a brilliant red hue.

Field of Dreams

Here I am, once again, training in my field of dreams,
My body aches and my muscles scream,
With every foot step I take,
To myself, a promise I make,

I aim my passing shots at glory,
In great delusion; everybody has a story,
I sprint, I dash, and I run,
And kid myself, Boy! Isn’t this fun?

A promise, broken many a time,
A field of pasqueflowers; sublime,
Will hit the road, not yet,
I still have to win my bet,

I run and I run,
Believe me, this isn’t fun,
Cerulean skies calling out,
Cheering me to win my bout,

So here I am training in my field of dreams,
Silence is golden, as it seems,
It’s just me and my thoughts wide awaken,
It time, again, to take the road not taken.

Foray Into Insanity

A small twist here and a turn there,
Sparkling water splashing everywhere,
A burrowing experience, an iterance,
Mind’s altercation and latescence,

The white wall stands as an oath,
A testimony to your sentiments and both,
The red notepad of destiny you tote,
Still living the script you wrote,

It’s just you and my foray into insanity…

Journey

When death became a slumber too deep
Striking manifestation of thy self
In a strangely beautiful world

Season

The month was January,
The winter, slowly fading in my life,
Pleasant evening walks,
On the fields of pasqueflowers,

The month was February,
And the birth of my new found joy,
All was well until the final bell,
And I was made to look like a puppet, a toy,

The month was March,
My best friend’s wedding,
Forgotten memories, and an inflated ego,
There I went, uninvited, rigmarole,

The month was April,
A thought of a new beginning,
Washed away by the winds of desire,
Was too close to the funeral pyre,

The month was May,
My true love’s birthday,
Always hung a heavy heart,
Never got off to a good start,

The month was June,
When it ended all too soon,
Drenched and pained,
This time, it only rained,

The month was July,
Realized Emily could only lie,
A lapse of season,
Emerged uncut and brazen,

The month was August,
The showers of misery seemed unstoppable,
This time, the winds of desire – a gust,
Only to find there was no wind beneath my wings,

The month was September,
This day that year, was born,
A Sunday child, who knew no fear,
Yours truly, my dear,

The month was October,
The mother of this life,
Was like a warm clothing,
In this setting of the early winter,

The month was November,
The rain of misery continued,
The teeth chattering in the cold nights – Brr…
Was it my mind, or the feud?

The month was December,
Life was freezing,
Hibernated in the labyrinth of my mind,
And dreamt of the fields of pasqueflowers