The Ink in the Pen

The Pen that writes doesn't know,

The ink sometimes flows, 

though it ebbs most of the time,

It acquires patterns and textures;

It smears stains on endless parchments;

Some plain, some colorful;

The ink glows and fades according to the paper roll;

It acquires colors as it rolls;

The ink will keep flowing...

Till it becomes colorless to everyone....

But the flow never stops..

The ink never fades….

Who put the ink in the pen?

Alas I may never know.

An ode to your tears

Your face turns a dreary red

As your heart bleeds through your eyes;

Someone has pricked your heart-

With the thorn of an unsavory word; 

drawn out from the scabbard of a distasteful sword,

May your head rest on the hollow of my heart,

May your tears wet my soul

May I always bear the weight of your sorrow

Your face turns a blushy red

As your heart swells through your eyes;

Someone has wamed your heart-

With honey drawn from the cheerful songs

Of a million colorful dancing flowers

May your head rest on the bow of my heart,

May your tears caress my soul

May i always be the cause of your joy !!!

Crown of Thorns

One more whiplash as I falter
Strange, this burden seems lesser,
Than the burden of the poor.
Betrayed by my friend - so will they say,
Alas!!! I understand your pressures my friend.

I did not seek crowning glory,
Yet I have this crown eating into my head.
Nail after nail pierces my body,
I see my mother desolate and my father shattered.

One final spiteful thrust.....
Will a thousand lives like mine
Cleanse your souls?

Frozen Time Capsules

Frozen time capsules

What if moments of laughter

of Joy of share and care could be frozen

So that we could laugh again

What if moments of intense longing

Of love Of tears could be chilled

So that we could burst out in tears again

What if moments of selfless service

Of relief Of satisfaction could be embalmed

So that people could benefit time and again

What if moments of bravery and valor

Of courage Of sacrifice could be framed

So that the dear ones could witness and be proud again

What if moments of oneness

Of being One Of being lost could be eternal

So that we are in that state forever

This is the moment,

Of love, Of care, Of Joy, Of hope,

Of sacrifice, Of service, Of bravery, Of tears,

Revel in this moment, we will not get this moment back again !!!

More and More of Less and Less

Inundated by endless loopy thoughts,
Overloaded by meaningless unneeded pseudo possessions,
Sunk in the abyss of endless emotions,
Forever chasing endless dreams
Forever chased by ever moving targets.

Is this what we set out to be?
Is this what we aspired for?
Do we try to derive true meanings and answers
In our un-pursued endless quest
For that true purpose of what's and
true meaning of why's?

The answer is.....

Whispering from within,
Yet mindfully supressed -
It is all about Thinking, Knowing, Doing,
More and more of less and less
Right Here and Right Now :)

Tea and Love

Solemn and Serene, 
He went about making his special Tea for everyone;
People remembered him and his Tea always.
When his loved ones wondered if it was time for a Tea,
He would always be there with a cuppa saying "At your service".

I have never seen him laugh out loud.
He would just smile quietly, 
And on occasions his silence conveyed everything;
His silence is now everywhere...

I always wonder where he is and what he is doing now?
I guess I know
He must be making God's favorite Tea
And enthralling every soul with his humble, overflowing cup of Love

Miss you every moment Muthacha. Love you.

My SoulMate :)

Never expected her to say "Yes"
I almost choked when she said so.
Yet nonchalantly and without much ado,
She gently glided into my life.

I wonder everyday how she knows so much about me,
I smugly do try to hide this acceptance.
But it has been so,right from the beginning.
She reads my thoughts at will,
I wonder how she does all this effortlessly?

I always fail to read her,
I always succeed to misread and misinterpret,
For me everything seems to matter,
For her nothing seems to matter,
I sometimes wonder if I am living a dream :)
I don't know if this how every man feels?
I don't seem to know anything !!!!

I know I am possessive,
I know I am overprotective,
I know she knows all this,
And yet I try to hide and show
That I am not like other men :)

She makes me feel complete,
She ruthlessly points out my flaws,
She makes me feel like a child,
She makes me feel like an old man too :)

I pray, I laugh, I cry, I love,
And all I can do,
Is shout out aloud :)
She is the one :)
God's generous gift :)
My soulmate :)

Love you  :)

Happy Anniversary :)

Tears !!!

Tears.........
Salty, Bitter, Sweet, Sour,
Happy, Sad,Painful,Angry,
Love, Hate, Make, Break,
Drip, Drop, Flow, Ebb,
Eyes, Nose, Throat,Heart,
Toddle, Teen, Mid, Old,
Cradle, School,Office, Grave,
Cry,Yell,Swear,Silent.

With Tears "I" began this journey,
With Tears "I" flow through the tendrils of time,
"I" dissolves in the ocean of bliss..........
"I" cry :)
"I" begin another journey..... !!!

The Mind Pendulum

To and Fro ,To and Fro
End to End ,End to End,
Oscillations and more Oscillations,
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast...

Searching for that ever elusive...
but not knowing what the search is for...
Seeking false targets;one leading to another,
Ever searching but never ending oscillations.

O mind! thou dost oscillate
Owing to thine ever increasing burden.
The burden is not yours but you think it is;

An imaginary ever attracting never fulfilling burden.

Seek thy source, seek the eternal and not the external.
For that is where you began and that is the ultimate end.
That is the ultimate and permanent peace.....

That is the End of all searches.

Look Within....Look Within....

And thou shall finally rest...

Centered in Him in eternal bliss...

Tat Tvam Asi (Thou Art That).

Lonely traveller

One whiff of O2 and there started my journey
Ignorant about the travails, ignorant about the miles ahead
I touched my little feet on the ground
It took me a while to get a sense of things
And there began my sketch in the grand drawing.

It has been a wondorous journey...

I see many a face, 
Some of them leave me,
I leave some of them,
Some of them become part of me,
I become part of some.
Neverthless each face reflects on me.
I laugh with them,
I cry, I fight,I agree,I disagree, I love,I hate.
A rainbow of emotions leaves me colorless.


Attachments and detachments-both unreal,
Happiness and dissapointment-both cheaters,
Success and failure- famous imposters
Fulfilments and frustrations-2 sides of a counterfeit coin
All of them come and go.

Neverthless I move on,One tread a measure,One foot a time 
I carry memories of the previous step,
I tread the next measure with a sense of false wisdom,
I might rise or I might fall, but I have to keep the next step.
All of them etched in time.

It is a journey within...
It is a journey without...
It is a journey of my soul..
Through the tendrils of time...

Time is the only witness...
Alas He is only a witness...
The cruel teacher, the task master
He makes me toil,He makes me me learn...
And kills me mercilessly in the end...

But do I really die??? 
I do not know.
I do not know my destiny...
I do not know my destination...
I shall know it....when I reach there...
And I shall reach there...alone.

My Elusive Gossamer

I stand in the wedding hall

In utter dismay and disbelief

That this is happening....

But then may be I always knew.

How I hated this day.....

But the day had come....

I wait with bated breath,

as she and marriage party come along

She has never looked more beautiful

Her cheeks flushed a rose red....

She did look what I called her

Gossamer-angelic and graceful.

I did not want nor did I look at the groom

The one who is going to take away the bin of my dreams.

The priest asks the public consent

My entire being shouts No but my lips remain sealed...

She has said yes to him and No to me....

They exchange vows and rings...

I look away in agony....

The wedding party leaves...

My elusive gossamer is now lost forever....

I stand like a zombie numb and cold...

I then kneel down in the church hall

And cry inconsolably and shout -

"Almighty God enough enough"

With a shudder I open my eyes...

I sit up in cold sweat....

The scene has repeated for the nth time...

Each time driving a needle thorough my heart.

The D-day is yet to come....

Music-the eternal joy

As my foot treads this earth,
I behold many a scene,
which tweaks the strings of my soul.
It then speaks,cries,laughs out
In a language unknown.
Emnates then from the churning within
an inexplicable joy from my core
bringing silence to my soul.

Rose 'n' Thorn

The Rose is beautiful,
graceful and eloquent,
captures people's eyes,
with bees teeming towards it,
is most sought after and loved.

The thorn supporting the rose
ugly and jagged,
dark and insignificant,
often unnoticed and unwanted,
is always despised and forgotten.

The rose aware of the thorn,
mostly annoyed ,despises it.
She considers him a shame,
in her pot of fame.

The thorn resolute and tight lipped
remains faithful and loyal
sworn to protect her till he dies.

Farewell

As you leave this day,

Instances spent with you

rewinds itself,

I see only memoirs to cherish forever...



Life is a journey with impressions

some people hardly cast any

some leave tattoos

few change you

rarely they become part of you

like you....



Sadness does engulf me...

Tears are frozen....

Happy that I met you....

Cause now I know me better.....



I don't know if I will see another twilight with you

Life moves on....

we are all travelers....

Wish you better, joyous and excellent journeys ahead



God be with you....

Cause I cannot come with you....

As you see millions more faces....

You might forget mine....

But I guess your heart will remember mine....

Farewell my dear...

Au revoir....Hopefully...

Frozen Rose Buds

One of those silent moments
of lonely togetherness
My heart blossoms...
frozen rose buds
revealing joy and revelling
in memoirs untold and unexpressed

a silent prick of time bound futilities
the rose buds remain frozen in time.....
moments of impotent agony.....
a reminder.....my heart obeys
an uncomforable cowardly assurance....

I am a wise man.....says the EGO

THE HUMAN

On the highest peak of glory
Or the deepest abyss of agony
(I am Human)

On the altar of sacrifice
Or on the pedestal of knighthood
(I am Human)

Lending a satin gloved hand
Or receiving the last mouthful
(I am Human)

Fighting for justice with valor
Or betraying with a backstab
(I am Human)

Weeping salty tears of depravity
Or tasting sweet joyous wine
(I am Human)

Giving a toothless innocent smile
Or suppressing a hypocritical grin
(I am Human)

Sweating from a 24x7 toil
Or suppressing a lazy fart
(I am Human)

As a blissful saint
Or a murderous lustful beast
(I am Human)

Rendering soul stirring music
Or uttering a blood curdling roar
(I am Human)

A human who
Sacrifices, struggles and loves
A human who
Kills torments and lusts
Half God half Devil
Engaged in eternal combat

I AM THE HUMAN

The Hunt

With prying eyes and insatiate desire
Watches he waiting on his prey
Blissful and eloquent
Unaware of the danger glides she.
The beast pounces on her
Tearing at her flesh ,he skins her
A final thrust and she
Seeks emancipation in death
But he lets her live
To die a thousand death
Between legs of beasts of men

My Heart Speaks

Every night as I lie down to rest
my dear ,my heart yearns for you
I write numerous unsent letters
Whose words are written
In the vast empty space
Each word formed
With the ink of my overflowing heart.
You do not know
Nor do you realize how close I am.
Separated from you by words
Which I know if uttered
Will break your trust
Helpless, speechless, knowing
I have lost you
Accepting destiny
With a silent prayer
For you and your beloved
I go to sleep with dried tears
Hoping to live with you
In dreams!!!!

Lullaby of a dying mother

Sleep my child
Thy blissful innocence
The only solace
To my heart.
You will grow up
Amidst love and care
Just like me.
You will get all glories
Just lie mine.
But never succumb to desire
Then You will live a life my child
Unlike me
(The rest is silence)

Prayer of a dying Mother

With a heavy heart
Amidst guilt of fallacy of youth
I drag myself towards where
I do not know, my child.
For with my heart’s wounds
Burning within me
And the wounds caused by society
Burning my body
I live for you alone.
But now it seems
Every iota of my life is gone.
Drink my child drink
For, this id my last blood
I pray to thee lord,
Give my orphaned child atleast
A chance to live,
Unlike me, orphaned by society
Orphaned by you
I place my fallacy
At thy altar
May atleast my soul
RIP