Tuesday 2 October 2012

Moon, The dream stealing thief..!

Tonight I am not that happy having few stars in the sky. They are not many in numbers but certainly there are more than one.They are pacific and chosen few and scattered here and now and there is a deep distance between them, But still the moon, the dream stealing bandit, shines all around and all over again.

So I am sad that, it happens as much another time.

Moon, the sneaky double dealer,

Cheated me into believing him a well wisher's fluke.

I always made wishes far beyond dreams and reveries.

And today I am left with questions unanswered and disappointed,

When it is about to make another awful sleepless night.

Tonight I am not that happy having few stars in the sky.

I am sad that, it happens as much another time.

Another full moon..!! I was told that; "see the moon and make a wish"...!!

I just couldn't be anymore unhappier to have missed my chances to be the happiest...!!

Sunday 23 September 2012

Am I not courageous and strong?


Now you listen to me
I salute my blathering alter ego, who now lies buried deep,
He, who always made me fight for those who made him make me fight,
And made me strong always to win the battle of titles and love and many others. 
Now I am retired from the fear of being forgotten,
And tired of being strong, tough and courageous.
But he deserves not to be humiliated, but a decent expel,
Which perhaps serves the least dishonor..!
I fear sleepless nights adding extra hours I feel uncomfortable, lost myself in the darkness
I am not prepared sleeping with my long shadow.I guess it happens all over again, But this time it is not my friend whom I miss
I think I just miss my alter ego..!
But still I made him apart not to be disgraced.
I made him away to the place unknown.
I am not worried that you forget me
because I am no longer afraid of being forgotten..!
Now you tell me, Am I m not courageous and strong?
Now you salute me and honor me
because I deserve it for a great deal of genuine reasons.







Saturday 25 August 2012

Festival of colours

Tavistock Street, 22nd July 2009Another festival of colours.!! I used to collect colours. I used to touch them and often I used to feel them. But I could never make them happy. Still my habit continued to be the same, went on collecting colours and colours continued to dominate my emotions with deeply coloured reveries. I believe that the ability to see beauty in everything I wanted to be in love with has a right in itself to get them and be with them. And today here I am , watching things that hardly make any changes in my life. Everyone was making merry in the festival of colours. I said take my colours too. I gave my colours, I let them free and made them happy..!! Then I thought I could walk freely and unnoticed, because everywhere it was the festival of colours. After that it was obvious that I wanted time to pass quickly. But sadly I was strained and forced to be a witness watching the passing of every second of every hour.! Still colours were not far from my mind. For me; collecting colours was an unstoppable wave of touch and a great source of comfort. Some times I miss that touch so much. The moment I came to know that my presence has been detected and my movements are being recorded, I revealed that I am no longer collecting any colours even if I miss their touch so much. But I genuinely hope that colours are happy..!!