POET OF MINUTES**

The Wall

2011-10-08T19:35:00.000+05:30

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
(RUMI)

I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla
And I kiss this wall and that wall
It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart
But of the One who dwells in those houses
(Qays ibn al-Mulawwah)

sawariya was an illusion and you are a distant dream

Beyond this BOOK of FACES, there is a WALL
Behind this WALL of delusional socializing, there are REAL FACES
These UN-photoshopped faces are either ugly or handsome.
Whatever the adjective be, they are themselves behind this WALL
The face that expresses freely, speech which stammers easily;
Where dumb blonde fools only the dumb eyes
And it is only behind this wall, my beloved!
That no expression remains frozen for a display pic
The profile picture remains single unless a face lift is done
For the thin lines of time and age over the human face
Will never be referred as wrinkled phase
Out beyond these walls of illusion and internet
There is a field; I’ll meet you there.

Beyond this networking, my city lives with its chaos
Keeps itself haphazardly philosophical and dynamic
Unmasked, burning and running behind something that shines.
There are stories of art and architecture in my city, untold and unheard
But no button to share appear past this wall’s screen
For few men still greet you with smiles which are not face-booked
Chaiwalla at the chaupar, unknown to this world behind the great wall
Is uploaded in an album – “flavors out of mall”; the irony is unseen beloved!
Children playing beneath this wall have outgrown from the uniforms of innocence
Women appear more sensible and less empowered behind this windowless wall
And for an artist, he himself becomes a subject of his own canvas within this hall
Teachers-pupils play hide and seek while education seems busy updating its fall
And “mail the assignment” sounds familiar to “save the paper” over the wall

None of the emoticons can imitate my heart here
Nor will it be measured by like or dislikes of this wall
For my grudges and fears become real when
I read your chat with other nymphets on this naked wall
We shall promise to be each other’s and forever on a chat box
And when I ask you to hold my hand, you oblige the wall.
The status of one’s heart can never be constant
So is the amusement of “being single” or “committed” marked over a wall
Have we forgotten that the wounds of Manjun are eternal prizes?
And even words fail to compliment the glory of his Layla
Or are we accustomed by the wall between the two hearts?
The pleasure of a concealed beloved is poetic not profound
Still o silent beloved you remain unreal beyond these walls

© Nidhi Sharma

Make me a poet, tonight !

2011-08-27T06:20:00.000+05:30

O mother, do you realise that
I have never been a lover of isolation
Nor am I a good cook.
In fear of the nameless silence
I strike the utensils and sleep no more.
Do you remember that noise?
When I was hopelessly preparing tea
And the entire kitchen appeared to disregard me.

Don’t keep me away
For as long as I say
That I can manage to stay
Though the world has enough inventions
To keep my emotions at bay
But nothing can be as treasured
As you mother, even if i don’t say!

The night is the blackest of all
The rain is a reminder of my great fall
Solitude would sit often besides me
It practices a lullaby at the edge of my pencil
And we would sing a song of separation until
The fairy tales, the lullaby and my blank verses
Appear abstract; often incomplete and full of curses

Maa, you must know
I need a presence of god in my life
Neither because I need fear to make him exist
Nor because he is the object of worship
But because I believe in love
Because I see an imperfect god in you
And because your presence makes sense
Whereas god is just a beautiful idea

Come back soon
As perfect as you went away
And i will dance with Shahid*, tonight
For he once whispered to me
My mother is my poem.
And it’s forever the mind which understands
That those Rooms are never finished
Where a poet muses about his heart.

Shahid* - Agha Shahid Ali

© Nidhi Sharma

2011-05-04T22:51:00.002+05:30

play the music
comes the melancholy
for such are
the melodramatic moment
of umpteen memories.

the world of veil
the world of vile
for such are
the enigmatic pleasure
of god and guile.

the faithful servant
the hostile belief
for such are
the disregarded reasons
of a world with fair irony.

dry is the ink
blank is the paper
for such are
the traumatic phase
of being an aimless writer.

i might stop
i might continue
for such are
the optimistic persuasion
of a voiceless solitude.

2011-04-27T00:52:00.009+05:30

Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, a painting by Casper D. Friedrich.

LOVE IS THE MOST ELUSIVE STATE OF HUMAN HEART...

One fine day...

(un) known

(un) wished

(un) lived

(un) named

(un) truthful

(un) baffled

becomes...

(un) loved

suddenly...

(un) finished

and...

(un) done.

2011-04-25T23:34:00.003+05:30

taste of blood

song of banshee

locker of mistakes

finale of memory

culture of chaos

dreams of fallacy

remains of Sita

kiss of lunacy

aah ! the human

ooh ! the ideal

i am death's poetry

and that's an ending.

* don't remember whats the source of this picture.

2011-04-18T00:29:00.001+05:30

amnesia benefits past
i f
history is absent.

memories stain present
i f
past is a disgrace.

ignorance helps future
i f
the world is a graveyard.

unkempt choices

2011-03-31T00:05:00.006+05:30

This night has no sleep for me

And the bank of my dreams appears empty,

So I turn to a white paper

The blank page refuses my ink,

So I look for words to be read.

The syllables carry frenzied look for me,

So I fill the colors for my canvas.

The brushes become brittle in my hand.

So I switch to a new television box.

The visual dances are alien for me.

So I lit a cigarette and play my guitar.

The strings shiver and shrill at me.

So I look at the moon and admire the stars

This darkness invades my endeavor again.

And thus I allow the mirror to reflect my scars.

which echoes the chaos of unkempt choices
again and again.

LoVe

2011-03-01T00:36:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time, a sensible heart was sick. The heart did everything to recover but all efforts , medicines , prays were futile. Even the God and his friends were confused of the malady from which heart was suffering. The heart became a poet then. At last, God consulted his greatest strength and foe - Satan. Satan examined the heart and found a little part of it missing. The whole domain of the creator was now engaged and ordered to find the missing part of the heart.
      The wind chased the melody. The water stirred the stillness. The earth incited the roads. The fire ignited the slumber and the void ( according to Japanese philosophy of 5 elements) got filled. It was the missing part of heart which was now a part of void.
        The Satan accused the void of stealing the part of heart. The void has unaware of the whole case. It was always hollow to grasp the essence of presence and thus had no explanation of what the missing part of heart was doing at its abode. God could do nothing but punish the void for the uncommitted sin.The helpless void after trails and arguments, agreed to bear the punishment only if the missing part of the heart becomes a part of void and was never to return to the place of it origin. Satan convinced god to accept the stated condition and since then the heart is sick and the void suffers.
That missing part of genuine heart which the void keeps as a token of punishment is LOVE.

* This is fiction. God, the heart, the void and Satan are metaphors.

TONIGHT

2011-02-19T00:14:00.000+05:30

Do not wait for the beloved’s sight,
He will walk a different path tonight.
The arrival of expected will last but at eternity
Whose kohl will mourn of its blackness, tonight?

The air hums a hollow tune under moonlight
The street of heers awakes in crimson’s delight
Is it the funeral of hope or the heena fading away?
Or stained memories of the unknown, tonight?

Under the spell of uncertainty, silence silent with fright,
Since the senile truth was fueling Satan’s might.
They unlock the darkest morning sky in her eyes,
And she forgets the meaning of love, tonight.

May we kill the beloved tonight?
Before they take him away from our sight.
Or at the altar of insanity as the whirling dervishes
Burn the ego and fill all the voids, tonight?

For the agent of our faiths is not an ordinary man
As he creates enough maze of moaning and clinging
Yet the beloved waits across the river of separation
And the poetry seeks of its union with him, tonight.

Memories

2010-12-06T00:29:00.002+05:30

silence waits for the memories
memories wait for the night
night waits for the poetry
and poetry waits to unveil

poetry reminds of the beloved
night reminds of the longing
memories remind of the separation
and silence reminds to conceal.

REQUIEM OF ESCAPIST

2010-11-26T00:18:00.004+05:30

Chaand Ki Katori Hai
raat yeh chatori hai
saare taare ek taraf
zindagi batori batori hai

Life is like the moon's bowl
of this voracious night of thoughts.
Where all the stars shimmer on one side
And life collects itself in an isolated darkness.

The flimsy silk of our bonding
Will shiver, will shrink, will scatter in the coldness
Still she knits a sweater for the unknown beloved
For all the stars will shimmer on one side
And life collects itself for an ambiguous fantasy.

These very own dreams, the precious dreams
Dissolves every day in the rain of reality
And we the poorest of all sufferers
Mask the obvious under the screen of hands.

* An attempt as translation of the song.

Reword

2010-11-13T12:38:00.000+05:30

i repaint the image of colorless past

i repair the ruins of unkempt thoughts

i regrow the shadows of man's god

i recall the faintness of love and betrayal.

i reborn to enter and exit the stage "life"

i replay this game since eternity.

Migraine

2010-10-17T10:28:00.002+05:30

The world is busy with better wars

But my head collapses for one.

Migraine oust all the shades of comfort

Acknowledge its image for fostering none.

The world is busy with exaggerated issues

And my head collapses for one.

Beg or pray but the day it comes

Nothing suffices the throbbing skull.

The world is busy with earnest ignorance

And my head collapses for one

Insomnia and dreams seems integrated

With moon beside me I wonder about the sun.

The world is busy with obsolete verdicts

And my head collapses for one

There Foucault pendulum of mature law rusts

Between the sin from past and the future of none

The world is busy with chronic break-ups

And my head collapses for one.

The balm on her palm ignites

The lucid accusation on her tongue

The world is busy with eternal wounds

But my head collapses for one.

Finally the pain-relief enchants the ache

And I enter the vicious cycle of malady.

Friends

2010-07-30T21:36:00.004+05:30

The way I riddle
The way you solve
The way I fiddle
The way you resolve

The way I gorge
The way you select
The way I tremble
The way you collect

The way I blather
The way you orate
The way I stammer
The way you narrate

The way I disagree
The way you debate
The way I howl
The way you liberate

The way I punch
The way you go
The way I smile
The way you blow

The way I fall
The way you hold
The way I lament
The way you scold

The way I love
The way you mock
The way I propose
The way you shock

The way I lost
The way you find
The way I break
The way you bind

The way I think
The way you act
The way I perform
The way you react

The way I protest
The way you defend
The way I allow
The way you offend

The way I learn
The way you teach
The way I hide
The way you reach

The way I am you
The way you are me
The way we are together
As love should be.

elusive poet

2010-07-15T21:20:00.003+05:30

Life is a strange stage

Where I strum string less guitar

The world is my symphony

Where folly claims to be the star

ALIVE

2010-07-04T13:17:00.003+05:30

A star from heaven settles on earth

And a soul from earth is released

Morning unveils this journey

Of dreamers and distant lovers

To keep one more day alive.

A driver appreciates the canvas of sky,

A thinker renders nature poetically

Wheels of odyssey marches towards destiny

Who accepts serendipity?

To keep one more day alive.

From the glass towers to the tangled flyovers

From the blazing sun to the heat of bulldozers

From work in progress to progress in demolition

Welcome to NEW DELHI

To keep one more day alive.

’10 summer’s capitalises the best of angers

The planned plan fails the actual planning

Some nights approach the Star Plus

Some evening scored the FIFA’s Jabulani

To keep one more day alive.

Deep fry the parantha and enjoy the old city

Push and pull the room of ten to adjust fifty

“In my arms I will carry you safe and economically”

The Metro shrinks and shrills in the heart of Delhi

To keep one more day alive.

The definition of modernism

Becomes the couture of feminism

In the name of honour they kill

In the name of news they fill

To keep one more day alive

Night consoles strugglers and cell phones

‘A new message’ calms the lover on terrace

Love is a commodity dear consumer

50% off, grab it now, don’t miss it

To keep one more day alive.

The autowala reminiscences his youth

The dilliwala launches his website

Monsoon skips Kashmiri Gate

Silence mocks at my grave and I wait

To keep one more day alive

Twilight and lullaby carts infancy

Inside the vulnerable wombs

Ghalib moans and chants over their tomb

And soul of violent river fuses in my corpse

To keep one more day alive.

The voyage of the poetry ends

And so did quest of June

The rain touches the earth and

The nomad dances with her madness

To keep one more day alive.

Love

2010-05-07T00:40:00.001+05:30

As my beloved unveils himself,

the sky blazes the earth,

the night engulfs the sun,

and the trail of love begins.

Search

2010-04-01T22:05:00.002+05:30

in search of my heaven

i create the image of hell.

in search of my height

i create the image of well.

in search of my even,

i create the image of odd.

in search of my devil,

i create the image of god.

Empty

2010-02-07T21:04:00.001+05:30

As I wrote and tore
The blue ink grew red
All I tore and wrote was
The nothingness of my head

Time

2010-02-03T20:56:00.001+05:30

To preserve you, I erected temples.
To conserve you, I created man.
One day, the flames of faith swallowed both.
And since then I am god and you are devil.

what exists today.

2010-01-24T23:14:00.001+05:30

no word but silence,
no company but voids,
no truth but masks,
no society but obligations,
no faith but politics,
no reason but wars,
no man but gods,
no me but you,
exists today.

Mad Woman

2010-01-07T22:44:00.001+05:30

don't let her fall in love
she is meant to hate and betray
don't teach her to be patient
she is meant to suffer and for prey

don't speak about the truth of life
she is meant to be ignorant showpiece
don't open the door to success
she is meant to be on lease

don't wish her freedom and happiness
she is meant to prove morality everyday
don't follow her and leave her alone
she will find her own sky to fly someday

WoodenBox

2010-01-06T21:17:00.005+05:30

The blue ink inside the red cage,

The blank eyes of the white page,

The litter of words in noiseless rage,

The ancient thoughts of forgotten sage,

The orphan questions of my age,

All in wooden box of secret wage.

peace of mind

2009-12-24T00:40:00.001+05:30

i have lost it.
have you lost it too.
is everyone losing it
or selling it.
is it deliberately missing
or misfortune.
should i check the neighbors.
or call the police.
is the concern authorized.
or illegal.
have i lost it forever.
the rarest of all matters.
the peace of mind.

ruins of season

2009-12-16T20:03:00.001+05:30

Why is that

the winter’s moon swallows the warm isolation

and stars shine brighter?

Why is that

the summer’s shadow unfold the memoirs of pain

and separations mock louder?

Why is that

the rain’s tear and heart’s rain merge well

and reflects the face colder?

Why is that

the season of problems evergreen

and the modern happiness molder?

Angel Timei

2009-12-11T18:55:00.002+05:30

the little fingers.

the tiny nose.

the cold hand.

the bigger hose.

the innocence.

the remorse.

the priceless smile.

the cheap sorrow.

the small dream.

the big domain.

the little beauty.

the ugly pain.

the da da di.

the di di da.

the pregnant dictionary.

the hollow ha ha.

Viper ,The Pied Piper

2009-11-21T23:19:00.000+05:30

A revolution of rats
Ordained to hole the hats
Under the shield of the night and the lamps of ardor
“Let’s take an oath to dictate all human’s larder”.

Inside the womb of darkness
Presided a giant, sly snake
“Great hogwash at parliamentary sessions
Can only be a part of rat’s obsessions.”

But all politics is not a game.
Be a dictator or some fame.
The power of individual will
Was for eternity an unsettled bill.

On the 'D day',
when rat-men with their swords
Blew the war trumpet
To conquer the indolent lords

The nature of calamity barked
And thus the calender was marked

At finale when humans were tired
Ingress of savior 'the viper' was hired

With each slithery change, he calmed the hyper
That’s how he became the legendary Pied Piper.

Thinking is Evil

2009-11-05T20:30:00.000+05:30

allow the heart to think,
and it will bleed.
the blood will not be red,
but the color of devil.

matter of void

2009-11-01T12:00:00.001+05:30

You can think and dream

But can you touch thoughts?

You can possess a heart,

But can you touch love?

You can bleed and lament,

But can you touch pain?

You can dance and laugh,

But can you touch happiness?

You can destroy or die,

But can you touch death?

You can create man

But can you touch god?

color of void

2009-09-27T22:40:00.003+05:30

Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.

Winds of time claimed a shade.

Water of emotions burrowed one.

But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.

Triveni

2009-09-16T22:06:00.000+05:30

I was pregnant.

My mind was its womb.

This remembrance I now write,

On its tomb.

Born on a piece of paper,

My fingers were shaping it.

Day and night, hours and minutes,

With steps of mind and heart’s bit.

Suddenly the world saw it

Suddenly my child became outsider

Soon I was abandoned

Soon they casted the divider.

I heard my child’s cry

I heard my soul die

I folded my heart under the pocket

I graved the verdict as in docket

The world is for survivors.

The world is for heads.

My child left for a school,

Where he was taught to be dead.

wings of "i"

2009-08-21T15:00:00.001+05:30

I am aware of the world,

but not the way they

want me to SEE.

I am alive for my cause,

but not the way they

want it from ME.

I am here and I am there,

but not the way they

want me to BE.

Keep me out of this law

I am neither a witness nor a judge

Let the wings of isolation

Cross the city of grudge.

beast frnd

2009-08-03T00:01:00.000+05:30

Beauty of my friend

Like my concealed emotive trend

U are a river with comical bend

I am a refusal of every plastic mend

And this story has no the end.

solitude truth of thinking heart

2009-07-20T00:35:00.000+05:30

Did I smile in the most natural way?
What a Sin! I shouldn't have done that.
Did I cry with true drops in my eyes?
Damn! I should have used glycerin for that.
Did I open my heart out in public?
Shit! they might see my origin.
Did I share my thoughts and ideas?
Alas! they might steal it or scratch them.
I stand naked with nothing of my own.
Its all yours:
O great world, your great people.

I owned nothing.
I own nothing.
I will own nothing.
My sin is of a man,
Who has seen ,faced ,slaved by ruins of life.
No one to save;Everyone to blame.
Leave me all alone!
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart to torture,
An a mind to kill.
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart of morals,
And a mind of intellect.
Forgive for being human,
Of mediocrity.

Contemplation

2009-07-14T22:58:00.000+05:30

Of the face

The mirror remarked reflection of a cynical in race.

But surely a display-able case.

Of the brain

Filled with moments of smile and pain.

Notion of design, drops of tear and song of rain.

Of the heart

Which remain available to all but states to be single.

Dance pleasurably on a retiring jingle.

a stranger

2009-06-24T00:44:00.000+05:30

i was in dreams,distant from realism.
got up to see,the depth of this exotic sea.
it was in winters when a "ghost" broke the spell,
i realised:realness is neosis of the hell.

randomness of devil's mind

2009-06-23T01:18:00.000+05:30

i rule the kingdom of fallacy.
i lie to no one but all.
that's not in books but in policy.
devil is what they call.

into the webs i stitch
i make men dance
by raising the pitch
and foxing chance

i am the reason why
human is not god
man is always wounded n cry
"life is odd".

i am in mind from where i plot
i am in heart which i clot

randomness of devil's mind
written and felt to be unkind.

ROAD DIRECTING

2009-06-17T21:08:00.000+05:30

Searching the road
to travel alone
with my heart and mind
the only companion

End is out of view
this path travelled by a few
Stones will make it hard or maybe harder
but finally nothing seems farther

Don't tell the world
about the times you failed
as it gonna reduce
the people taking this road..

Truth is victim,
follower are often called insane
still are the strongest
who choose to walk through this lane..

Look into yourself
Look at the way
Many questions will
answer you that day..

i wrote this poem on 25th march 2008.

i choose the path then.
i walked through it again.

Austerity

2009-06-15T02:20:00.000+05:30

In the hearts of men,
In the hearts of system,
Virtues and vices dwell,
And i remain unaccustomed.

Concern

2009-06-04T22:19:00.000+05:30

Is the world sleeping tonight?
Blanket of iniquity hiding the light.

Can you hear the songs on the streets?
Weeps the guitar by its grievous greets.

Where are the eyes of humanity?
A new neighborhood of anonymity.

Who holds the hand of truth?
In this morbidity.

As I see the world tonight.
When nothing seems right.
I sleep back in my grave.
As a nonchalant brave.

My Ambit

2009-05-09T11:15:00.000+05:30

i choose my words,

my vacuous worlds,

my nomadic thoughts,

my mundane happiness,

my homeless dreams,

my ambiguous paths,

my lost love,

my unkempt desires,

some abdicated times,

some blissful moments,

i choose them all

and many more...

undefined

2009-05-06T02:07:00.000+05:30

standing in the courtroom,
against the feeling of love,
i was building castle of clouds,
as i could hear the crowd.

i was just another victim,
seeking adjudication.

love was smiling
as if cherishing the moment
i was subtle
likes of torment.

the judge came,heeded and announced;
love was the requisitor
to all those novice inquisitor
failing my indefinite claim

he was free again to deceive,
slaying the expectations.

he is brutish divine,
disguised under the fine.
cozening is his aim,
ideal at playing mind's game.

i might sound a little weird
but this fight between us is still on.
we stab each other
and remain the best enemies.
thats how i stand obdurate
with a stony heart in this field.

Moonlight

2009-04-09T17:55:00.000+05:30

In the arms of sky

And amid of dancing clouds

Moon notices her tears

Shining bright

on skin sinfully white.

Moon infuses the pain

she carry in her heart.

and taking her away from the

agonizing world of love and life.

Relief

2009-03-29T12:37:00.001+05:30

a few drops are enough for me

to alleviate what is dense and heavy,

to split my burden and anguishes,

to show that i am not that realistic,

to echo the pain,

to enclose the memoir of our poignant end.

poetry day

2009-03-21T22:39:00.000+05:30

Poetry for me is lettering thoughts on water
And embellishing the drops on the leaf of life.

Soul of Poet

2009-03-15T21:56:00.000+05:30

When my eyes are closed,
I am in a different world.
When eyes are wide open,
I am at a different world.
The two worlds are apart yet connected.
Being the thread of there connection,
My heart and mind govern these worlds,
And soul serves as a slave.

Dumb Perceiver

2009-03-11T20:07:00.000+05:30

Like a stone I stand and see
And then see some more.
But always aloof or hiding the reflex.
Gray is the life as the guise.
Unheard, unseen but still a part,
Inside the arduous crust beats my heart.
Unusual reality of lone part.

Camouflaged Desire

2009-03-10T16:53:00.000+05:30

HOLD MY HANDS AND TELL ME
THAT THINGS WILL BE FINE
YOUR SILENT PRESENCE
WILL APPEASE MY SOUL

WANT YOU TO WHISPER THAT
HAPPINESS WON'T LAST THIS VERY MOMENT
THAT THESE VOIDS OF REALITY
WILL BE FILLED WITH DREAMS

THAT ONLY IN YOUR ARMS I KNOW
PAIN WILL CEASE
AND IN YOUR EYES
MY WORLD WILL BE JUST ALRIGHT.

Inside Out

2009-03-09T20:45:00.000+05:30

im getting bored of this face,
like an old weary case.
the mirror accepting no bribe,
as if i was the ugliest alive tribe.

playing with mind,shallow it makes you;
beautiful brains was dished out to few.
apprehensive about what to wear,
should i cover the face or the fear.

manipulation with heart and mind,
keeping expectations behind.
beware of the beautiful rind,
as it won't be always kind.

what we have,what we want
are two different things.
love yourself for what you are,
open up the golden wings.

Smoke

2009-03-01T11:10:00.002+05:30

Lit the cigarette of life
Look at both the sides
Dull and bright

Draw in the dim
And spark out the shine
Let neck feel the tine

Crushing the dead
Smoking the rain
Life is pretty insane.

Unraveled Hope

2009-02-25T22:47:00.000+05:30

the more you get vulnerable

the more i tempt

disheartening at times

but never repent

invisible promises

inside the grave

let the time cover

and kill the rave

dreams,poems,songs

wherever i want you

create you,push you

and miss you

collecting the present

dispersing the past

waiting this to last

or for a fresh cast

Wrapped Life

2009-02-16T22:47:00.000+05:30

inside this mist of time
i wander between the thoughts
of past and future
linking the threads,
unraveling some part.
but each segment
open up a new web,
anticipate to be unchained
but my freedom still lies untied.

Unusual Feeling

2009-02-04T23:42:00.000+05:30

21 years of togetherness

still a bit missing

love is quite unusual

sometimes in petals of rose

& sometimes within metal ring

2009-01-27T23:08:00.001+05:30

round me , round you
it all around us..
our happiness and our sorrow
we pick it and it single out us.

Track of memoirs

2009-01-18T17:43:00.000+05:30

let go as it was never meant to be,

too near to feel still too far,

then a line between you and me,

yet feelings were out of bar.

ingesting the ego i approached your heart

but your eyes reflected..we meant to part.

let go this time,let go this phase

but memories do not fade.

KITES

2009-01-14T17:51:00.000+05:30

Some kites are meant to reach heights and indulge in fights
Some are meant to be on floor and be torn to die
Some reach 15ft and spark the small novel beginners
And some disappear in the infinity of the sky

Masakalli

2009-01-12T22:26:00.000+05:30

heart that i carry
is hard but brittle
stone is the world
larger or little...

quietude n

2009-01-08T00:42:00.000+05:30

people make it special
because they are close
because they are in love
but deep down in that empty space
theres a hole
and its still hollow
and this cavity,this hole
is covered with those
high volume laughter and
people says its my
happy birthday which is
birthday but not happy one!!!

Solace In Solitude

2009-01-02T22:45:00.000+05:30

This scene captured my attention
and i captured it...
The silent whispers of tree
with its guard...

2008-12-29T23:04:00.000+05:30

winter mornings,sun on head
searching for the lost piece
enjoying ice cream on roadside
he who held my peace
for lost or found continues
but settled for small things
sometimes appease

CAP under one roof

2008-12-12T00:07:00.000+05:30

yesterday was like a reverie,

which came just for a nightstay
and was over as sun loomed...

it wasn't like a plan or a draft,

just like a dream...

unexpected and unwanted

but still will be relished

and finally its the first...

VOID

2008-12-11T23:10:00.000+05:30

I am tired,
feeling wounded..
I am not a warrior
but a survivor ..
But this survival
seems to be cursed.
There is a cut
which is invisible,
its painful..
It grows when life is callous,
Slow when conflict is over..

Balancing the mind and the heart ,
Traveling life in a single cart..

WORDS

2008-12-01T21:18:00.000+05:30

words
a big world of meanings
and unquenched feelings...