Ladders are fixed on the aeroplane There is a queue to board Everyone rushes beyond me I stay rooted in the moment I don’t want to go
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Twinkle twinkle little star
There are stars of two kinds Shining in the night skyOne of them Bigfusing the atomsFiery and brightThe other oneTwinkling little starReflecting in my glittery eyesspeckled across the skySmall and niceI kind of believein the twinkling oneI just dodon’t ask me whyMaybe because it isLike a diamondIn the sky
Hammock hanging on stars
How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”
Dangling on a wire
HeadphonesConnected through the slender wirePlaying the strokesof slender fingerson piano tilesblack and white Played long in the pastthe eyes close shutAnd the aeroplane meltsThe clouds rush inAnd all that is leftIs the dangling wireWith pouring music
In the flying sky above
Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”
Fueling the sun
Like an emberPrior to the fireIt risesFrom the ashesStanding on the beachSand on my feet and some in my hairI blow at the cloudsAs hard as I can As much as I canAnd then the embers glow brighterPiercing through the dark veilSpreading from orange to blueEmerging over the horizonThe first rayOf the new dawnIlluminating theContinue reading “Fueling the sun”
World will have to wait
Sheepishly, Little paws Ventured outBeyond the knownGate swung openTo reveal another worldNo chew sticksNo flavoured bonesThere he stoodWavering and unsureOn the very edge of his entire worldat the open portal, the open gateheld back by fearsit stayed rootedThere is a world out thereAnd it would have to wait
Scratches on the Disc…and I dance
Scratches on the discForm Concentric RutsThey playWhat they heardNo ifs, no butsThe grooveslinger longDeeper, it getsHappiness EludesDeeper regretsThe disc RotatesNeedle rides alongScratch by scratch PlaysThe preset songOld song playsmemories paralyseMind stuck in pastEyes well upheart achesPoison surges fastShake of the headShrug of the shoulderBreaks the crippling tranceYes, it’s just a songWhy shouldn’t There be aContinue reading “Scratches on the Disc…and I dance”
Little Hands
Little handsCaressed Gently ruffled the worried hairAnd In that cozy momentCreptthe carefree sleepLike a shroud on a tired soulAnd thenwhen I opened my sleepy eyesShe was goneGrown And thenI couldn’t sleep
The God’s Whisper
Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper
My Tales Within 