And the story continues....

There was a Traveler
searched woods for air
for food, for love.
Wandered along,
Followed air, wrote books.
Only of tragedies,
of life devoid of love,
feared his loneliness.
Cursed the darkness,
& the beauty of the jungle
all in a book.

One day, Traveler was killed
by the jungle, its beauty, its predators.
With few breaths remain
Cursed more his love-lessness
his loneliness, its beauty.
Wrote last few lines
of his recluse, a tragedy.

Hunters found him dead,
alone in the mud,
Sat with him instead.
He was not alone now,
But dead too
"Leave him be", said the chief.
And the Traveler,
continued the life,
just the way
described in his book.

Dogs and sonsofbitches

I was traveling last week, very light
Alone at the airport
Well, aren't we all?
I saw a lady with a chihuahua,
sat beside me waiting for her flight.
I liked the dog,
Irresistibly cute it was.
Asked if i could hold it,
as tiny little pup it was.

I held it on my lap
played with it for a while.
Fiddled with its nose a little.
Then suddenly felt a warmth
and some trickling and tickling
That sonofabitch had peed
Relieved itself on my pants.

The lady smiled at me contritely
Said its because you smelled good
I smiled and felt not a bit surprised
Doesn't life shits at all those who smell good
Guess I was not good enough
That I had to settle with a pee..

Lunar addiction.

In the night
come out these flying flies
out of the fissures of the doors
like Isis from the tree of life
only the tree is now but a piece of wood
eaten away by mites over the time.

The flies, not able to see the moon
dance around bulbs & tubelights
for a while, an hour or two.
Trying to find "something".
Search desperately till they live.
Then suddenly they disappear.
Like dead bodies they fall
creating a graveyard of filth
yet failed to find the "thing".

But I see them everyday
without any intention to kill
Day after day they come and go
Out of the fissure
And into the soil.
While I just lay there
in the dark getting older by day
See millions of lives perish
in front of my eyes.

strange inspirations.

Have you ever felt
Devoid of love?
Devoid of strength?
Looking at that stranger's face,
Could you ever imagine?
What did those eyes say?
What did that sign meant?

Have you ever listened to,
Someone's heartbeat or no one's?
Or if it ran too fast,
Did it beat in unison?
Searching for those perfect words,
Have you ever found
An inspiration in someone?

Even for just a moment
Could you earn the favor?
To awaken the poet,
To bring out that passion?
And you have to suffer no more
So have you ever found?
Such an inspiration?

All day All Night

I can still see your spirit
In the morning and in the night.
And your skin in the orange sun
I can see in those eyes
My only moments of peace.
I can see those lips
Desiring to be kissed.
The gap between your fingers
Wanting to be filled.

I write you a song
As the feelings in my heart
Has been enough for long.
I can hold you in my arms so tight
Like a dying man, his life.
And defy all obligations.
I like your imperfections
The only proof you're a human.

I was not alive
Not better than the dead.
Till the day I met you
And was filled with flesh & blood.
Now that you're gone
But I still see your spirit
All day all night long.

On my way...

I have been away

Lost on the way

I've been injured badly

Trying not to bleed

I may be allowed to fly

But not really free

The past can't make me freeze

'coz I've been drinking on memories

I'm going back now

I'm going back home

I guess that I've faced

A fate far too bleak

I'm coming back home now

To hunt for my dreams

Just one more stop

And then I'll be free

This time I'm sure

No more uncertainities

I'm going back now

I'm going back home

My Enigmatic Companion.....

You say Love is a ritual,
Love, the highest prayer.
Love, the God's accent,
And Love, the benediction.
If I say
I only worship you,
Will you let your tears flow,
Or hold your emotions?


If you seek forgiveness,
I've nothing to say.
If you seek comfort,
I'm all arms for the same.
I've sold my soul for you,
It was all I had got.
I've nothing to give to you now
We still bound to a knot?


You are so far away,
But I can still feel your smell.
You have no words to share,
But I still hear every word you spell.
We are two different an anatomy
But our hearts beat the same.
We may be living differently,
But our world is the same...

My world....

Snow clad mountains,
Green valleys and lands.
Shimmering orange sun,
The beauty that never ends.
The air of nature,
This is the place where I belong...

The green expanse of land,
Steps not so steep.
The cold morning mist,
The clouds' covered peaks.
Atop lies my home,
This is the place where I belong....

I am so far away,
In a some different world,
While all my feelings fray,
Someday I'll return,
To my valleys and my lands,
Till that day I continue to burn....

If I fail to return,
Bring me here
Before my soul has left.
The steps of my farm,
I climbed with skill and deft,
Will lead me to heaven.
And I continue to burn
But someday I'll return....

At the stroke of midnight...

At the stroke of midnight

No matter how low

The voices come and strike

Rises the sun, they're gone

Knocking hard on my ears

The strange voices grow loud

Strike till they bring tears

To my eyes...

Feels like a dream

Or a nightmare

A sun's too bright a beam

Or a pledge to redeem

A statement or a condemnation.

Oh! I am merely a human

Slave of a power supreme.

What else do i have

To manifest my emotions

Here I fumble for my words

As I crave for an attachment

At the stroke of midnight

No matter how low

The strange voices strike

Though I am all alone...