Tuesday, 12 February 2008

One Morning


Silent clouds,

Bright greens,

A soft lull,

Seems like a dream…

Nostalgia overcomes,

The brain so messed,

An inspiration awakens

To go back to rest…

The sun hidden,

The birds mingle,

The flowers blossom,

While I sit here, single…

I smell the fragrance,

I caress the feel,

Hoping this moment

Would forever freeze!

23rd April 2005

Tea – Balcony

Monday, 11 February 2008

Butterfly

An age old contradiction
-an age old argument
-an age old dilemma...

Its like a butterfly.
A butterfly that grows beautiful
Throws open its shell
Breaks aways from the cocoon
And breathes fresh air.

Its like a butterfly
A beautiful butterfly
A beautiful butterfly that flutters all the time.
Two pretty wings that colour and shine,
Two delicate wings that fly high in the sky
And breathe fresh air.

Its like a butterfly
With two angelic wings...
One wing - lovely, soft, pure and divine.
The other - vibrant, harsh, thinking, desired.a
A powerful pair of co-existing wings.

Its like a butterfly
With two pretty wings
They make the butterfly FLY.
Cut one wing - its starts withering
Pluck the other - it pronounces its 'INCOMPLETE'.

Its like a butterfly
With two pretty wings
Live with the two wings...
Kill with the two wings...
Its like a butterfly.

I don't know

I don't know
No future.

I don't know
No now.

I don't know
Any creature.

I don't know
No how.

I just being
Not any human being...
Human cut off
Being a being.

I ask no questions
I give no answers
I simply breathe
Not knowing nothing and how...!

11th September 2004
Prithvi Cafe - Alone

Unknown Recurring Beauty


The time has come.

May be it has come earlier

May be it comes every year…

It is the same old feeling

The same old smell

The sense of familiarity,

With this fragrance in the air,

Simply envelopes me in its awe,

Captures me all raw,

Leaves me speechless

With this beautifully strong sense of nostalgia.

The air…The ‘I know’

They flow together…

Like the river through the snow.

The still in the air

The breeze of the wind

The rustling off leaves

The whistling of the trees

The clustering of the cloud,

The pouring of the showers,

The stillness in the air,

My heart filled with the same knowing flair.

These moments seem really strange…

Really known…

The most beautiful…

And most awaited.

The feeling of unfamiliar unfamiliarity

Makes my senses go astray.

Things around seem to play a game

A puzzle not meant to be known.

There sure seems to be

Some forces at work

To inspire the same smile

The same words

The same smell

The same cold

There is something

A beautiful something…

Donno what it is-

Don’t wanna know what it is-

Beauty comes with its own mystery.

Will live the mystery

Will treasure the mystery

Unknown recurring beauty…I shall call it!


27th September 2003 - 1:29 am
Navratri started today
The same old feeling!

A Fiery Dance

I ignite you.

A tiny small strike,

Some wood,

Some air,

Some oil,

And there you start a

Beautiful dance…

A fiery dance.

A dance of fire,

A dance of flames,

A dance of colours.

An amalgamation of all elements…

Of purples, blue, oranges and reds.

An amalgamation of fire,

Life and birth,

Of destruction and creation,

Of soaring and sinking,

Of cold and warmth.

An amalgamation of life,

A fire,

A fire of life,

A hot yellow fiery element-

The dancing flames.


1st January 2003 - Matheran Bonfire

The Fig - Us

Our world is like a iny fig.
This timy fig holds all of us.
Seeds, Fibres - all...
Is us.
Connected...
Joined...
Unborn
Seed.
We live together.
Strive to fight strong.
Produce sugar
To look the best.
We make the fig
The Fig.

But then what happens...
We eaten...
In
One
Go
By
The Monstrous Religion.
............
..........
.......
Us
Becomes
Me.
You
Is Eaten.
Torn...
Beaten
By
The
Claws
And
The
Bites
Of Religion.

Torn...
The Fig
Is
Gone!!!

1st April 2003

Woods

A whole humming world

Working its day at night.

Beautifully mysterious,

Dangerously tempting,

Spiritually enveloping,

Physically threatening,

This world of the woods

Simply an unknown story!


13th November 2004


Nature's Child

Cloud comfort me,
Wind blows me,
Rain touches me,
Trees sway me,
Birds sing to me,
Sun brightens me,
Night calms me,
And Nature,
Nature owns me.

7th May 1999

Being -Travelling

A admiration for existence,
A thanking for the breathing,
An observation creating the unquenched thirst,
A philosophy to PLUR,
A strong base with some aggressive lashes,
Creator of the man in the body
With volcanic passion
In a warm yet cool fashion.

Life right now - an exploration
a journey...
a flow...
Trancelike- tripping,
Dance like - flowing,
Human like - alive,
An Indogo soul - deep, beautiful...
Honest and intense...
Connected and connecting.
A balance of a boy in the man,
An artist in the profession
A dreamer in the reality
A lover in the friend
An honesty in the truth.

Alone,
Strong,
Passionate Traveller...
Loving...Creating...
Travelling & Being...!


for Trippy - 8th April 2006