Atmosphere

the evening clouds, in a beautiful procession

orchestrating your love for me

warm summer air, envelops my heart

elated, hypnotic was the atmosphere

to lose oneself is so easy

a state of trance

the dark night, lit by a blue moon

its a fright, alone

the air is silent, storm approaches maybe?

static, paranoia becomes the atmosphere

to find oneself is so hard

a state of being lost.

Air

I dreamt of a garden

Mystics singing hymns

I saw a peacock dance

His feathers, so intense

The air was tranquil

Clear, no grey clouds

Gentle warmth, sunshine

I wanted to be there longer, forever may be.

Then it all came crashing down, a pile of cards

A dream, I said, cards….

Though the ace seems to be lost, I hope to find it

Somewhere down the line, in the pile of cards.

The Sword

A great field of snow,
there stood a general once,
the bravest of them all,
he commanded his men to march on.. till death.
He was 10,000 strong, but was once 100,000

Seven years and seven days ago, he set out.
He stormed into the farthest lands,
conquered impenetrable fortresses,
on a quest for the legendary Sword,
for it would give him the might of 60,000 warriors.

His clothes drenched with his prey's blood,
so were his men, wet with blood.
Blades had become dull, shields had broken.
Illness spread, disease to his men and ill to the general.
Once 10,000 was now 1.

Seven years and seven days later
from glory he fell, still searching
wandering aimlessly in the lands he once conquered
tired and broken, he falls to the ground, still
Wondering if he was mistaken and slain his men in vein.


Once adorned with gems and now smeared with dirt.
He closes his eyes and listens to a murmur
It said ”O great general, you found your sword”.
He gleams as he holds his Sword, the might of 60,000 warriors.
He sleeps now under a blanket of dust, he once conquered.

Conversations with Self

Atop a hundred storey staircase

gazing down upon the world

Wondering, will the grass be ever greener at the other end

Thereafter I realize falling down rings of smoke

each passing floor makes me more weary

each one making me re-live one of my past years

My life flashes in front of me

I hit the floor, the rock bottom

I can see my crushed body below me

As my spirit rises up again,

rising each floor, one at a time

my past memories are erased with each floor

Finally I reach my destination

The hundredth floor, only to see my pale body fading away

Lone I remember now,

is wondering, “Will the grass ever be greener”!!

Everytime

everytime i close my eyes
i see your soul right beside me
and everytime i see your face
glazed by the moonlight
everytime i hear your voice
it fills up all the space in my head
and everytime i touch your skin
it makes me go insane

and i searched the clouds for your name
but i could not find your fame
and i hoped to return again
for i had lost in your game

everytime i walk the woods
i feel you all around me
and everytime when it rains
i see your footsteps on the damp ground
everytime you touch the leaves
you etch your presence on them
and everytime i catch up to you
you always smile and run away

and i searched the woods for your name
but i could not find your fame
and i hoped to return again
for i had lost in your game

I was Strong

I was waiting for you now
I was craving for your touch now
torn apart by the silent night
all alone and left to rot

but i fought

saw your shadow thorough the haze
and my mind got lost in the maze
though the sun had dawned on you

it set on me

link for the youtube post:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfzEDXYhcvk

The Sage of Kailasha Pt-1

once upon a time, atop kailasha
sat a sage, who was woken up by his rage
the bearer of trident with powers
knowledge desire and execution
drum on the trident
that chants the teachings of vedas
a serpent around his neck
his ego, his ornament
rudraksh in his hand
his hair knotted like a dress
within his hair dwells ganga
which flows through time, passing wisdom
transpired from one epoch to the other
moon on his forehead
the master of time , timeless himself
the possessor of the third eye of knowledge
destroyer of evil and ignorance
cosmic dancer who when performs
his divine dance destroys a weary universe
for he is the one who personifies purity
one called the red one....

for he scowled at the man who broke his meditation
he looked down upon him
the man looked up at the sage
dawned his spiteful tale
the sage listened... though his ire persisted