Child's Dream

My way is the highway, an anomaly, a full stop.

My sanity my sanctity, a sun’s teardrop.

Shady shrouds, chiasmic wits clamber my flaming soul

The stepping stone to infinites, the aroma beneath coal

The reversal in minds time,

And waves that come and go,

I set sail in colossal mime

With a mammoth, a vertigo.

An apocalyptic heaven above beacons the white dove

The path of divinity allures me, not the path of love

And my way is the highway, without a fullstop.

And my way is the highway, in full gallop.

My way is the highway, of people and places

An impulse, an impasse of wireframe and meshes

For the crooked paradise is caged in glass cases

And every time i breathe fire, i rise from the ashes

Still the oracle glances past,

And sees you to the bone

Primal crimes seek blinding mast

And everything falls in control

The shimmering mirage in a distance, but I know I am beat,

I follow not the highway, but the highway leads me to it.

Purano sei diner kotha.....tamalda and me

Unblemished

 The jostled locks of the prince perturbed

A shadowy gloom in the brazen eyes

Even as the castle gleamed of gold

Of bastions and keep and sally ports.

Nine days and nights of sweat and toil

An immaculate castle of imagination and sand

In the eerie beach, doused in the gleaming moon

His perfect gift to the moon of his eyes.

O Alas! A sudden caprice of the profound azure

A demented breaker came frolicking by

And the castle reluctantly melted away

As angst and agony filled his heart.

The crestfallen and dejected prince wondered

of intense dream that had razed his mind..

and woven in a fabric – now torn!

When lo! An astral projection! A golden sight!

The night was short; like an elf he toiled

Picking and packing….weaving and sewing

with hands that with glory had wielded blade

as he cursed fate – bent on testing him.

The last chance to make amends

Of a day that would be a fairy tale

With fumbling hands he finished the work

Just as the chirping birds announced day break.

“My Sire..” harked the messenger in a broken bow

“..the Lady comes.” And his eyes turned.

Behold! “The blood of my bloods!” he exclaimed

And time stalled for a moments flick.

Draped in white, an earthly goddess

More enchanting than a mermaids song

Radiant eyes that cast spells; ruby lips

that like Viero’s song uttered : “My Lord..”

Startled from a mesmerizing poise

He bent over and kissed her hand

Together they took a walk – proceeding the swell

Shallow footprints in the soaked sand.

And there rocking in the seething foam

Stood the long promised ship of lore

With mast and sail and fluttering flag

Sturdy and buoyant like a gothic charm.

They stood there, side by side, hand in hand

Her fragrance wilting his weakened senses

As the carrack drifted towards the crimson sun

Where destiny awaited its rumbling…

A castle of sand is never meant to stand

But tests the memories of sentience…

And some things are not meant to stay

But traverse the encumbrance of tidings… 

FALLEN ANGEL

The steps firm, she walketh in a brilliant hue
of rainbows and starry eyes; her wings mantling proudly,
she tip-toes down the aisle. The clarions of silence queue,
the one despised to earth, the hymning harps mellowing fervently.
"thou art deceased, thou art wronged" bellowed the unflinching firmament.
A condemned sojourn to last forever, her journey through the aery gloom
Erroneous there to wander, and forlorn thou grieve and as a serpent
seeketh retribution,the fires of profanity,the zeal to doom.
Say goddess,let thine voice divine enthrall the heart of mine,
and thy venom be the potion of eternity;dark wasteful wild,
thine surging auguring precious drops be fermented to wine.
Entoxicate me, elude me, O Fallen Angel tempt me as a bohemian child.
Thou art Ethereal, quintessence pure,the desire of every plebeian.
Nothing is right, nothing is wrong, a mere vulgar opinion.

MEANDEARINGS

I opened my eyes, on the bed I was Lying,
and Alive in my head, was a cognition about dying.
A realisation dawned, meagerly farce,
Life is finite and time is so scarce.


Dazed and amazed, awake I lay, with a lone thought,
'Exactly what is it that matters a lot?'
What is it, that we want from our life?
The summons of mirth, or the absence of strife.


Later in the day, I was still wondering,
The purpose of Life, had captured my pondering.
Alas! it deemed on my humble soul,
Living is nothing but many a goal.


A virtue it is of the wise and the witty,
To treat with dignity, even things seemingly petty.
Only then, eternally, does a legend stand tall
Because small things are after all, not so small.


Thoughts into actions steadily transmute,
Beliefs we hold dear, our ethos we salute.
Yet, sometimes we fail and sometimes we weep
But if efforts we shower(sow), then success we reap.


May god bless each man spry,
May he never see, another reason to cry.
I hope and pray, for the sake of us all,
May we all cherish, the hearts loving call.


Anger and spite, we need to destroy,
Life is a gift, we need to enjoy.
Lets learn to be kind and lets learn to give
After all it is, only once that we live.


By the end of the day, I was utterly perplexed,
For today my thoughts, were profoundly annexed.
I intend to hold them, deep in my heart,
I will now take thy leave, and politely depart

Relativity

Nothings high, if all be low!
Whats yes, if there is no no?

Whats deep, if all be shallow?
Nothings Solid, if everythings hollow!

Whats bad, if everythings good;
No-ones Arrogant, if every ones rude!

Without a servant, whos a master?
If nothings Slower, nothings Faster!

Whats forward, if nothings backward;
Whos brave, if no-ones a coward?

Theres no unique, if all be rare;
Singles better, if all else is a pair!

Whats hope, without any despair;
No wreckage, whats (there) to repair?

No mediocre, no magnificent!
Without darkness, what light is significant?

How can one said to have risen, when(if) they never fell?
Is Heaven so heavenly, if there ain't any hell?

So, the lone fact that ain't dismissive,
Is that, everythings Relative....!!!