In the darkness of night

i hear some voices

very immature
very real

like a gramophone played
in the backdrop of a play

they make the whole act
unforgettable

but still .!

For those who read
and for those who doesn't

a message was sent

as pure as water
as fresh as flower

For those who received
and for those who doesn't

a gift was sent

as precious as diamond
as unique as ..........

to be filled
or to be left empty

nothing but still...!

what is it
that defines it?

it contains the lines
in totality

vague, but very much clear

like arrow marks
for identification

for not knowing it

and because you know

i guess

in conclusion i find

I am not reading anything new

it is the same old story
but the characters have changed

their morals , their values
their behaviour
and sometimes
even their faces look different.

Only thing that remains the same
is the mystery

Better than ever

neither today, nor tomorrow

only yesterday
and day before yesterday

what is it?

you don't know

you told me you wanted this...

NO!

when did i say that

never?

are you sure?

Today
when i see outside

i don't see anything

except the moon staring at me ,
city street lights mourning on death of the city,
birds chirping on the funeral of what not.

All my words fill the space inside this place.

They break their heads on the walls.

Destroyed into pieces they come back to me.

I keep telling  them

please cross the boundary of these walls
and make yourself free from all shackles.

For a change

i have kept aside
my belongings

things which were
near to me

and interestingly
they are not away
from me anymore

they are always present
here

like a duplicate copy of the original...

Sometimes just the sound of lightening
comes through mind

it makes me remember
the fear

fear of death
which could have possibly came
that day

when the sky was falling on earth
...

Wake up

Wake up for me

and let world see
your shine

with your blaze
fill the air with vapour

and make everyone
hear the sound

never heard before...

Sometimes i am stupid
Sometimes i am wise

 

Flame

from where does it comes

to burn everything
into ashes.

Everyone has got excuses

reasons to blame people
reasons to blame situations

but i don't have any

i always agree

that the storm is created by me
that i don't like his face

but i have got no reason
and no one to blame

Up and Down..!

Days when become dry

even slight moisture can make
you feel good...

continuous winds from the desert
keep coming

to make it unbearable

but every situation has a time-frame

after which a new
weather arrives

it is all cyclic

but sometimes the downs
come more often

than the ups/.............

re-look

i want to rework on things

a re-look at things
from a totally different perspective

may be from this angle
i can make out why i can not
see all the seven colors of rainbow