Bunked Dance

Amidst transient tranquil bliss, I think of you,
I am incomplete, I do not belong....

When as kids, we were growing strong and tall,
Disillusioned you were stealing my soul.

You bloomed like a rose,
But the garden was not mine,
I was your tears, dying on your lips,
An opened lock, with a half hanging key.
They came and put wreathes that morning,
My mom held a candle, my dad my coffin,
I knew I was incomplete, I did not belong,
I came here on my love's battered wing.

Baby I so want to hold you up on high,
Like a star in my love's cloudy night sky.
Distances were never nigh,
Fear forlorn slowly slips by,
Never before did I say, never did I try,
I loved you with a love hopelessly dry,
I love you with a love worth a try.


Life is a dance,
You can do a bunk,
Grip my being,
Cradle our unsaid love,
Oh, you know its true,
You for me and me for you!!

Amidst this tranquil bliss, I think of you,
I am incomplete, I do not belong,
This paradise feels lost, my wait goes on,
The flames ember on...........................

All It Took Was A Single Blow

The shards are scattered all around,
All it took was a single blow,
The image was complete then,
And now its a million pieces.

All it took was a single blow
Drenched in blood, I soar
With wings of wax and hopes of ice,
Towards the blazing sun, I soar.

The echoes all have vanished,
All it took was a single blow,
Life was resounding then,
And now there's just eerie silence.

All it took was a single blow
Drenched in blood, I soar
With wings of wax and hopes of ice,
Towards the blazing sun, I soar.

The paths have become hedged now,
All it took was a single blow,
The choices were simple then,
And now crossroads at every turn.

All it took was a single blow
Drenched in blood, I soar
With wings of wax and hopes of ice,
Towards the blazing sun, I soar.

All memories strewn amidst roses and thorns,
All it took was a single blow,
The choice now is simple, my friend,
GET BUSY LIVING or GET BUSY DYING

True Friend

A friend is like peace
Turbulent yet unruffled
A friend is like hope
Prisoned yet free
A friend is like trust
Strong yet brittle
A friend is like love
Faithful yet deceptive.
But if friendship hath lost its love
Tis like the tyrants will its coffers fill
Burning and ravaging all the meek in 'twixt
No fear nor dread will care
The heavens aboves will mourn in despair
Nothing like friendship gone astray!

Turmoil

A logical argumentative head
An unbending egoistic heart
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
The ticking hourglass
Shrouded by the veil of procrastination
Opened up and left to bleed
Burnt by something as white as snow
I grasp at shifting silhouettes
Cling onto misty hopes.
Azure evenings give way to stormy sunrises
Dreams and hopes speckle the spotless skies
Am all threadbare, buried in sin,
Like sand between my fingers
Fear slips by.
No art without agony,
No music without melancholy,
No poetry without pain.
I planned to change the world,
A truce without a tiff,
An if without a but,
A world without the world.
Slowly but surely
Doomsday beckons,
Slowly but surely
The sun will set,
Surely but steadily
To the grave will I go.

Guilt And The Guillotine

But so not had he done, so had he thought,
He could fight, he could survive,
Through the winding ravines of an indifferent world,
Against the dark and cold sleets of rain,
But there he fell-facedown-on a blanched road,
Trodden upon by unforgiving unforgiveness of an indifferent conscience.

The furious eddies of the circling winds dizzied him,
"Hope" - whispered nothingness from the darkness into his ears,
With heavy lids and a heavier heart he arose,
Dust and fog swivelled around him,
His thoughts and works hounded him,
Together they had given up their souls,
The same waters- 2 fishes in a fish bowl,
Till he had plunged his dagger-his own son.

The final flicker of a candle,
Before it bows out,
He lumbered along,
His blood and footprints leaving gashes,
On the spotless burning snow.
Finally up ahead in the distance,
He could see through all his guilt,
The guillotine-in all its quiet splendour.

Death is a blessing which blesses all,
But guilt is not blessed enough to be blessed.
From his pursed lips, escaped a wry smile,
And there he fell-facedown- on a blanched road.
Prisoned by guilt, singed by guilt,
Stuck in the neck of the guilty hourglass.

Black Sleep

Across the sky, flashed crossed blue lightning,
The heavens above are in turmoil,
Pin-prick and the balloon burst,

"Hey son, can we have parley?
The harbinger of dusk knocks,
The sun is cold,colder than snow.
Can I come in?"

A distant bell chimed-dong
Alas!the empty spaces take it all in,
Across the horizon, flashed a shooting star,
Untouched, unblemished by any scar,
And there he slept,
With no worries that fret the clouds of doom,
Cuddled up in the honeydew of slumber.

"Hey son, can we have parley?
Its me, your pal,
A liitle touch is all I ask for,
Can I come in?"

The silhouettes shifted,
The shadows tried to charm him,
A pocket-ful of moonlight wisped through,
Hope cried out in anguish,
Fear leapt in joy,
And there he slept,
With no worries that fret the clouds of doom,
Cuddled up in the honeydew of slumber.

"Hey son, can we have parley?
Its me-death,
Remember we were friends once?
Lama sabachthani?"

But there he slept......somewhere!
Bottled up-pure,untouched yet potent,
Life and all that comes with it.