Saturday, April 13, 2013

Breeding ground!

Breeding ground!
 After Color Enhancement
You are out to measure happiness;
Among the wilderness of humanity,
Emotions burned and buried,
In the never ending road of desire,
When his child begs in the rain,
A father goes insane,
When her daughter changes bed;
A mother is betrayed!
Some call it the law of nature,
Society customising its values,
Some call it abuse!?

Lovers turned friend at the end,
Friends are part time lovers,
Days are squat for a dreamer,
Few hours attuned from darkness,
Time is the new currency and armour,
There are more colours in a day,
Than a man’s whole life;
More imaginations in a verse,
Than your reality which is an accurse!

Who waters your tree of hope?
Who owns the rope?
The other end hanging in oblivion;
This end craving for a reason,
Burdens are many season,
Carved in the rock of deeds;
Your soil is moist and weeds free,
Its time!
Change your seeds…

Friday, April 5, 2013



It’s not always about your perspective;
It’s not about your fight,
It was never about tailored humanity;
Today it’s about life!

It’s not about the towers touching the sky,
It’s not about soaring high;
It’s not about colossal leap and gargantuan stride,
It’s about human right!

You are still native,
Native at your birth,
Native – Check your pulse;
Speak to your heart,
It’s not about relegations,
It’s about tomorrow’s vision,
It’s not about stale reasons;
It’s today,
It’s about life’s mission!

There is an assessment every moment,
There is a test;
It’s not about rest in tranquility,
It’s not about your giant city,
It’s about peace and mankind;
Ultimate serenity!
It’s about that inner light!
The sense of being alive!

Thursday, April 4, 2013


Pausodunos is a rare Greek work which means " soothing pain"

Photo: Hyde Park - London (November 2013)


The verdict is out;
It’s time to rethink;
Many in the brink,
Drain those bubbles out,
Few have already given up!
Reawaken and you sprout;

Pessimism will also take you places,
Failure shows true faces!
Spot the moment;
Many more races,
The old town might call you home;
But you are for all seasons;
Today play without reasons!

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

It’s the time

The photo was taken during my visit to London

It’s the time

Where were you?
When I was building a cocoon?
A console zone for my infinite fear!
Where were you?
When I was in blood and oceans of tear!
When the sun shines bright!
I was once in the forefront;
Proving my might,
There were distractions from my conscience,
Though I saw light!
I crumble with the wind now,
You saw it somehow;
Then why is that now?
My time is not yet ripe,
I want a shoulder or may be a hand,
I never wanted to follow the night,

My thoughts are encapsulated by fragments,
Of unknown death around the oceans,
My hallucinations pictures life,
I hear those blood filled cries,
I knew many of those eyes;
Now closed forever,
Not by age but vice!
My fight for legitimacy;
I encountered lies,
My fight for wisdom,
I paid the price.

The heroes died in the battle field,
Today the reasons have changed!
It’s worthwhile to sing for them,
But you feared the rain,
The time has come,
For some new sunshine,
For secluded synchronicity to rhyme,
When you look back;
You only see your shadow behind,
And then you know,
It’s time to grow,
It’s the call of the season,
It’s time to sow!

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