Beauty of delight

The dusk had the colors of dawn,

Breath had the essence of new life,

Waters had the music of passion,

Soul was adoring its iniquitous frame,

Time was losing its ubiquitous chastity,

Urges were perishing in the flames.

But then you questioned my status,

and we lost the beauty of time.

Price of Dreams

Agony, endurance and sacrifice;
Dreams come live with a price.
Price so high, better think twice
before we play our dream's dice.

But our dreams, so bewitching,
that reality is left to the wind,
to the romantic future we sing,
and casually we take a swing.


Just to see our fancy come true,
our root hide tears and stew,
toiling hard and turning blue,
with just our dreams in their view.


Feelings ache and kinship sprain;
from passion and fondness we abstain;
Identity, mirth and nexus we slain;
but are they really worth all this pain?

My need for WORDS

I was down and blue,
and was the time I needed you.
But you were in no mood,

to come and embrace me.
Searched desperately for you,
to make peace and find solace in you.


Dazed thoughts running wild,
mocking at me and suggesting, that
I have become old n unappealing,
and no longer have the vigor
to captivate you with my charm
and lose myself in your arms.


"Don't leave me", I begged,
as it is only you who can,
fill my withered wings with life,
and fly me to a world,
where tears never reach shore,
and sanity is always at its door.

Patience pays off

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Ages later, there was water plethora
and farm filling with sun's aura,
But I still feared my dream vain.
The dream, that I will live again.


" Yes! You alone can do it!"
silently whispered my spirit.
So here I'm, the Banyan tree
under me Budha found his holy key.

Overambitious me

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Finally there was water plethora
and farm filled with sun's aura,
but I had no guts to dream again.
To dream, that I will live again.

Ipseity

In the darkest of nights,
a thought strikes

Who am I?
This anatomy? or the years?
my religion? or my heritage?
What describes me?
A paper of review? or my merits?
my customs? or my vogue?

Not sure if this midnight skepticism
will ever meet,
its echo even if it creeps,
into the blush of dawn.

But don't judge me by what to see,
coz what you see may not be me;
it may just be what the world wants to see.

P.S. The painting above is of Leonardo da Vinci

I asked the canvas what you are?? Coal or the glitters. It said " I'm Colours "

Who says body has soul, its a soul that has a body

The time I realised the power of colors