Lost in an empty town

Lost in an empty town
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I make mistakes n make my mind
But every time something strange I find

I dont know is this pain , is this for real
I sometimes wonder what I see and I question what I feel.

I get scared and my insides freeze ,I wish someone saw the shivering inside.
And I wish my bones would stop shaking if only someone was just beside

So scared to cross this river so very wide,
I Dont know if I can make it to the other side.

Some mistakes cascade for years onto several lives,
They cut and are dangerous , they dont know it -- do they ? those knives.


I am alone beside the swaying trees
Silent town , lonely breeze.......

Will you please hold my hand and show me the way
But no one to ask , no matter how much I pray

Its then that I knew and at that moment my courage grew.
No one will come and no one will guide , its your fate and your personal fight

Need a road ? then find it yourself
Not everyone's luck brings them a fairy or elf

The clock strikes loudly and the time has begun
The story starts to be written , the plot is spun.

One has to write one's own tales
Wind or not , one has to sail.

The Time Has Come

Its bad enough not to be able to fly,
To have wings but they could melt in the toxic sky

No opportunity to say bye bye,
And leave all the mundane hue and cry.

Dont they get tired of waiting ,
For things to happen and life to start ?
Dont they get tired of hating ,
Things that matter and options that smart?

Only idiots would think that the waiting lounge is the flight!
But morons , ( you never know ) prefer dragon-flies over kites !

The radio static gets too loud at times,
Honestly words, very few at the moment rhymes.

Feel like laughing at the foolish sky...
When it smiles at its silly high.

Little does it know that in its quest for star
The sun will be gone and light will be far

It will be soon stars but a dark lonely night ,
The stars are the tears that it may not be able to fight.

Let the wings soar and come on fly away
Leave all this today to yesterday's yesterday

The phoenix has risen..the bird will flap
World Behold !! Its time to clap .

NOW I SEE IT - NOW I DONT

They say Life's a full circle,
Everything comes back.

Take the good or take the bad ,
Everything's one full pack .

But what I really wonder is..what happens to the wrong and the right ?
Arent you tired of endless hurdles and so much to fight .


WHy cant it all be easy and flow ,
Why cant the love grow and the pain slow?

Why is it so tough for God to be kind ,
Everywhere all around misery is all I find.

They say keep the faith but where is the love?
Show me , did u see lately any butterflies or a dove ?

Something tells me all our hearts are empty and alone ,
Thats when ice freezes my blood and shivers my bones .

Dark blood oozes out of anonymous pores ,
Try to nurse but too many wounds and sores .


Just trying to get my thoughts in order ,
Apologies if it sounds sad or almost on the border ;-)

Visions of waves haunt my thoughts ,
Enough of conspiracies and done with plots .


Dying to be free and let down my hair ,
They say we are surrounded by air--can you show me WHERE ??

DOnt like wearing shoes no more ,
They restrict my walk and close doors.

Dont want to live the beaten track ,
Now ,the lies are pouring out of every crack .


Looked at the sun lately , a little less bright .
Looked at the sky lately , no more kites .

Drops of perspiration wet the hands,
A little more wind--perhaps try new lands ??

Flying away is easy but leaving away is easier ,
Sometimes the eccentricity of this very thought is dizzier.

Intoxicated by dreams and a convex mirror of tragedies ,
I Magnify the intensity when the universe parodies .


A little less land , a little more air .
I know where to go -- I can see it right there .

I realise am blind and its a lil too late ,
Riddled with lies and punctured by hate .


Alas the way now is clear !
I know where to go -- I can see it right there .

Bygone agony

When your eyes smile and lips cry ,
Its a moment to freeze and not let by .

When your hand shivers but heart dances ,
Let it be forever , take no chances .

It is a moment that will always be the source of pleasure ,
No matter its a hard day or a night of leisure .

Its nice to be then alive ,
Breathe in air and celebrate Life .

The moon seems a bit pink,
The sky seems to smile and wink .

Dances resound from every corner and nook,
You feel like you just felt the earth shook !

But when your eyes cry and lips smile ,
To be alive--it takes quite a while .

No green seems quiet enough ,
Every road you take becomes rough .

It hurts when the sun shines down ,
It hurts whether you smile or frown .

It hurts when the water flows ,
It hurts when the Love goes .

It hurts to fight and strive ,
It even hurts to be alive .

It even hurts to be even alive .

THE CANDLE WHO LOVED THE DESERT VAGABOND

I will be your candle..

The light that wont let you stumble.

Long ago I planted a tree,

It stands tall and will always be .

I will be ur eyes when u cant see

I will be ur air when you want to break free

let me be the rose that lays down first

if the desert has to give u any pain or thirst

u may look busy or look too far away ,

bt never will i stop praying , come what may .

one day u may need a hand ,

endless water and no more sand

travel no more and come home to rest ,

no matter where u live - my heart is best .

when u r tired and parched of affection ,

I shall stand by with no more correction .

when darkness falls and u look up at the skies ...

every star is a tear that my eye cries .

tears in memory of happiness and moments of faith ,

of endless love and not a drop of hate .

when u travel farther and reach a lake ,

its time to settle and new-make .

there at the lake with ur new found world,

u shall remember all that u hurled .

one day u shall see a rainbow flying high and pretty ,

joining the ends of the sky...full of forgiveness and no pity .

that my friend is the immortal love ,, the beads of prayers on my palm

the last wish on my lips..the good will ...the memory ..the calm.

the good things i shall leave u behind...

that will only support and never remind .

that my friend will be the last gift ,

when there is no hope and only rift .

My words of love will turn into color....the prayers will be the air...

the memories will be sunlight ,,,,the tears raindrops so fair

They will evaporate into mist and merge to form that wide rainbow...

Magnificent..sure and certain and beautiful But growing slow...

that day beside the lake with ur new found world...

Know that I have passed away and this has unfurled .

Coz I promised

I will be your candle..

The light that wont let you stumble.

U may not know what I just said..Or I was trying to tell.

Dedicated to a friend..she told me to put into words what she was feeling...

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The story left untold—

The saga that couldn’t unfold.

The days that faded like the lonely sun.

The time when I could also have “games & fun”

The ways beckoned..

“I still wont go”—I reckoned.

I set it on “Pause” and forgot to unwind.

All because of the mind who didn’t remind.

Time is short you say.

But it never is long enough.

You have to try.

And make the weak ..strong enough.

There is a bond that is so compelling.

Sometimes I feel is it repelling?

I cannot wake you from your slumber,

No matter how much I slip and tumble.

I cannot confess am feeling low.

A smiling face I have to show.

Tired of the tree of expectations

And Tired of its branches.

Waiting alone in the midst of facts,

Some intuitions..and loads of hunches.

Tired of choosing the tougher choice,

Is it what I want—My inner voice?

I wanted some help and a little snow,

To make a snowman that wouldn’t go.

Wish that you could take a test-ride of my inner-self.

And see the love that I have always felt.

A little love goes a really long way ..

It alleviates the suffering, makes you believe and pray.

Is it too much to ask for that blessing,

A lil bit of dreams , a lil bit of confessing.

Someday this time will slip like the dew-drop on a morning leaf,

You might sew dreams but then , will I be there to weave?

Someday the annoying static maybe all you hear,

But No need to worry, it wasn’t anyone dear.

FABLES OF AN INSOMNIAC

I wonder where it all leads to ,
These meandering rivers of senseless thought .


I sometimes hear weird beats too ,
Of angels who died and demons who fought .

The insensible rage is an expanding universe ,
Anytime to collapse under a light prose or a pretty verse .

The feathers are dipped in ink but wouldn't write ,
The light is beckoning and warm but never so bright .

It is as if the mist envelopes a frozen man on the highway ,
It is as if the destiny's hand rises to say "My Way ! ".

Tears may or may not shine but smiles always fade ,
I suppose no need to outrage , it is Life's purpose and trade .

I once met an oaktree crumbling under its heavy age ,
Just beside it lay a canary in a pretty blue cage .
The sight of it never leaves my mind ...
Old age and bondage...never too hard to find .

Dreams sold and words bought ,
Make no difference if the thoughts rot.

I once met a boat sailing alone in the middle of the sea,
No boatman , no anchor , nothing that I could see .
The sight of it never leaves my mind...
Freedom and loneliness...never too hard to find.

I look at the window and imagine a green elf ,
Alas its a shadow , a non-existent itself .

I lay awake dreaming all night ,
Searching the stars that lost their might .

Alas , I have no glass-ceiling to see the sky ,
So I imagine the clouds and close my eye .