In the Cauldron...

A wide expanse of
White, blue, black and gray
In His brewing bowl
Weed, shells, you, me and many more.

A Summer Afternoon

(Lazing in the summer afternoon)

An array of numbers spread
Out to test dame luck’s presence,
Twenty five cents a sheet and
The humid air, filling
The space before me
And the moments that trickle by.

Mass Graves

Mass Graves
(Pits filled with tsunami struck victims)

Blue Black Red & Grey
Even the vultures would dare not prey
Woe; it’s an unknown devil’s evil play
Numbed; there is little that I can probably say.

I dream..

I dream
Of the pouring rain
Of its ethereal dance
Of its attempts to unravel
The scented secrets from earth’s bowels
I dream.

I dream
Of wild colors
Of twisted dances
Of damned sounds of eternity
Unlocked from the chambers of grey infinity
I dream

I dream
Of befriending the Unicorn
Of fishing in the Tiber
Of gaining Aphrodite’s grace
To fill every moment of mine with HER presence
I dream

I dream
Of my death
Of my soul flying high
Of my redemption
From earthly sins buried in complex realities
I dream.

Spring

It’s been long due:

The tempting embrace of the sun god

And the all refreshing azure hue.

Unknown fingers clasp

The flaky spirit.

Retardation stops.

With heavenly joy I gasp.

Complex realities dissolve;

Images of happiness erupt

From the choked chambers of the mind;

In a flash I realize that the pristine dream

Is not far from dazzling reality.

Worry

If there are no hands to wipe our tears of distress
If there is no comforting shoulder to provide us succour
If none is there to say "Hey, its okay!"
Is worrying even meaningful?

She seemed to have touched some unknown switch in me:What followed was the following

I started with these,it was kind of free verse writing..stream of conciousness.Hope u enjoy it!

Its so true..but then we do feel helpless at times.trying to hold on to invisible strands of rope called hope....all the time wishing that the winds of change shall wipe the tears of our cheeks,heal the scars left deep in our hearts,set the building blocks right..the wish listnever ends..the topmost being the need of a soul mate!

The rest is here:

Broken Glass
I cannot but deny
Life is nothing but a farce.
Ignorant I may seem
But deep down You know
Life is not just about roses and sweet cream.

Whither happiness?
Whither my happy soul?
Whither my pristine heart?
Whither my SELF?

Little did i know ur four lines shall open me up...

Uninterrupted, I write
Fearless and liberated.
I would kiss the ground you walk
For on a journey I embark
All the while using your medium
To do away with tedium......

Time leaves behind
Deep footsteps
Too deep
It looks Ingrained
In the beaches of my life...

Little did I know
All sorrow stems
From the seeds I have sown.........
Little did I know
The existence of "none"
Is nothing but a cosequential harvest,
Of all that I have done...
Little did I know
That future is but a reflection
From distant past stems its definiton.........

Little do you realise
That you have been of great help
For me
To look at myself!

The warmth of the sun,
The quenching waters of the river,
The sweet rustle of the trees,
I have been in Neverland.
But,i am but a bird
And do know
That I have to go....
Thanks for being Mother Earth!

Random Chemistry

Its you, me and they

Alive,withered and the withering.

A frantic move

A last minute half-hearted attempt

To add a loud color to the bone-white stretches.

Unclear , yet unfazed

The die is cast

For thundering words to touch and heal.

To freeze the stinking sordidness,

To whisper in Phoenix’s unseen ear,

To awaken me to reality,as it is defined.

Acids and bases,

The two halves of the incomplete me,

A touch of synesthesia,

Pain,

10.49pm,

Hope- Random Chemistry.

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Well I am back!