Warmth

moonlight walk, slow steps , the sands falling beneath your feet,
but the thought in your mind keep on going steep,
life had taken a turn , widened,
it worked like a machine lost its pulleys and was unstrapped,

only light left at the time was the moon,
you wish you could end this all so soon,
parked the wheels outside the cage,
still you couldnt let go of that deep embedded rage,

Never so desperate in life for certain answers,
wish could unravel the mirror beneath the sheet of sand,
no energy left for to blow the sand,
come take a walk with me , hold my hand

Blew the wind uncovered from the ever so hardened dust,
the only i was searching for with that charming lust,
wish could lay in those palms, the lap and stare at the moon,
you showed me life, gave me reason, to come out of that cocoon.

Random Pulses of the Commotion

Wings high above in the sky,
the thrust of the engine and clouds starts to fly,
You sit idle in search for a moment,
All ever man has only looked for a bagfull off entertainment,

Bright lights big cities, everything is so small from above,
all one can wonder is their is a very shallow distance below,
points to ponder, moments so stronger,
you mortal, you think you are the only one smart.

now that the night crawled in ,
the wound are still afresh deep beneath that skin,
they pledge us they define the randomness of the ocassion,
I could never get hold off the cravings and their tingling sensations

Branded by the golden demeanour of the society,
the well is too far son, to wait for the formality,
pinchingly bitter truth may or indeed will strike you,
Water will spill off from the glass, until you want it to.

Flashed Desires of a Phony

Follow the snake to that gold lit cave,

Reach to the end of the tavern,

Resting beneath your footsteps, those,

Those, uncovered, holy mystified snow flakes.

The flakes covered by the ashes of thy clouds,

Move until the thought of those souls are freed,

Never resting until we’ve reached,

The castle you build, fast uncovering under your truth.

Breathe in not out, because you are dead,

Fed by the truth of your files,

Lies and truth of the fragile path,

Path you chose to ride by your self.

Never lost on to those screams of the seen,

Me eyes have always wanted to gleam,

It won’t bite unless you have tasted,

Tasted the last fruit of your unfound insanity

No one will ever call out to you, your name,

It’s just the beginning of the end,

Follow me, don’t lead me,

Because in the end you will always fall,

As the path you will choose will always hold you down.

Push the Tempo

Push the Tempo

Falling from the heights I’ve reached,

I’ll push the ground deep beneath me,

To reach the end more till the end,

To touch the ground the way I want to feel,

This is not the end of line,

It has just begun to uncover the shine

The fine brine of that wine,

Which we always dreamt of tasting till we last,

Resting beneath my wheels,

Are my marks which I left on the road,

The road that led to the jungle.

Where I could find all that I lost in a bundle.

Don’t crowd your thoughts on my shadow,

It’s too weak, weak, enough for me to hold on,

I see the sky leaning on those trees,

And those seem like they are free.

Definitive Destiny

Definitive Destiny

Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,

Grouped with the same feeling but the journey this time was straight and found,

Fiery and feisty was the path that led to the shine,

I was on the path until I saw a shrine.

Met a man, without a name, with his head covered with snow,

I kept on wondering as to why he was carrying a glow.

Lived in the shrine around that holy road,

So far away from the rest that along many miles no one could be heard.

Took my time and stayed at the shrine for the night,

Unknown to what was there under his mighty plight,

Brought on to the table, the book, along with his pipe,

Kept a piece of bread, and sat along with his dignity and pride.

Picture this, old rusted, dusty, worned off,

Book was heavy but it carried a strange light.

Turned the page and found out was carrying my name,

With every single page carried my glory and fame,

Stored and lost in those pages, wandered,

Who was this old man, and what is this shrine I started to wonder.

Moved on to every page and found out the turn of events,

Till I reach the page which told about the old man , his shrine and waited for a further advent,

The pages were blank, fresh , waiting to be written,

Confused and bound, I must be mistaken.

The old man stood up, gave me keys and said,

‘I m the One, who doesn’t belong here,

I write the rules, those which I never share’.

For it was time to march forward,

Because he had to write what I was supposed to do and moved on.

Returned back on the same old road to find a sign,

“He was never here”

Carrying a smile, Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,

Chapter 7

Straight Highway

I put my gloves on, with my black shades,

Turn the keys, and start the engine blades,

Turn the accelerator, and begin my journey ahead,

Don’t know where I’m heading, with my bags packed with beer and bread.

Winds whistling past my face, my hair curling here and there,

Going to have a little fun, a good time,

The highway is straight, full off pits and shrines,

With every turn of my wheel, leaving my past behind I look up to the divine.

With my brakes on, reached the mountain top,

This is the place where I can do anything and I won’t get caught,

Could see the never ending river down the hill I climbed,

Plunged in to the river and tasted its fresh spirit.

Lost in the wilds, with the greens around me,

This was freshness I wanted always that made me feel free,

Look out at the world beyond thee full of emotions,

Run with me, come to me and I will show you that they are just but false notions.

Chapter 4

Move On

A week has gone by; I have learned to fly on,

The mark of the coffee cup on the table has yet to dry,

And I feel happy, that for this week I haven’t cried,

Good times started rolling, and it’s time to march on.

Past was past how surreal and bizarre it may appear,

Yet for the time I spent, those was the golden moments,

Frozen by the history of these so called mysteries,

I call it the hysteria of the your utopic delusions.

I am now entering the phase where I’d have to be left alone,

Alone and free from you, and all sorts of yours memories,

I’d like to erase all kind of your inconceivable memories,

Burned the cigarette just like those memories of yours.

And at the end, I realised, you were not the only one,

But still my heart weeps for you, for the so long journey,

The journey of that demystified long lost files,

Where I learnt to raise my toast and legalise those long lost files.

Black Magic

Frozen, fallen from that iceberg
he slipped into the cold blue river,
entering the deep abyss of that mystery,
was the never ending road that lead to the black glory.

He could hear the wolves howling out to the moon,
there weren't no witches around with their old brooms,
it was just the old man watching and sitting ,
with his eyes ever up rolled.

The match sticks were oil slicked,
their lustre was marked with the sparks of past,
and so were lost the silver lining moments,
filled with hollow dignity of that old man.

That old road he followed from a long time,
rusted and burned out that path led to nowhere,
several voices in his head lead him to the days,
days that were filled with the black magic of the woman.

Shifting, riveting and adjusting he mended his ways finally,
people called him a lunatic, but he only knew,
knew that this highway lead him to the antidote,
antidote, erased his longingness towards that magical blackness.............


"People say that love hurts...
love is just a delusional part of their character,
what hurts is their inability to love someone."
-Mohan(21/01/2011)