Sunday, November 1, 2009


A quixotic imagination
Of a magnanimous dreamer.
Dreaming unreachable destination
Travelled by wondering thoughts.
Dreaming untouched strings
Playing soothing music for the ears.
Dreaming unknown presence
Guiding the lost conscience.
Dreaming unlit candles
Dazzling dark nights.
Dreaming tiny raindrops
Quenching thirsty soul.
Dreaming unclosed door
Leading to the horizon
Standing at the zenith.
Without climbing the ladder
Dreaming and dreaming and dreaming................

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Pain In Disguise

I can’t escape this feeling
That grows inside of me
All i can think about is that i am guilty
When all i want is to hurt no one
And just be me.......
It aches my heart to learn
Of the crime it cannot repent
Captivated by its sadness
When all i want is to be nice
And just be me.............
Knowing this shatters my feelings
Makes me contemplate a thousand times
For it is hard to realize
When you cared for someone
Expecting nothing in return
But in the end
What i have is blaming myself.......
For expecting a little truthfulness
Now i regret my foolishness
To believe in the mirage of faithfulness .............

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Dream Come True

Hari only a thirteen year old boy but endured enough vicissitudes of life, in his this short span as he has been his own caretaker had no family to take care of him when he was weak, no one to wipe his tears when he cried, no mother to sing him a lullaby, no father to encourage when he was feelinglow, so what no one was there for him he had grown to live his own life discerning the numerous facets of life, learning and earning by himself. Every night he found a new perch to nestle under the starry sky, be it footpath strewn with wastes or a murky pipe or any place.
Poise in his sleep, an unfamiliar man affably places his arms around Hari’s shoulders says to him go get yourself and your little brother a candy. He quickly takes the money from his father grabs his brothers hand and darts away from the front gate crossing the road and reaches the candy shop asks the shopkeeper to give him the candy, after taking his candy he turns his back to the shopkeeper carefully unwraps the cover, saliva drools in his mouth just as he brings the candy close to his mouth to taste, the shopkeeper bangs his back to ask for money and bam! the candy falls down. Trepidation overtakes him, weary he wakes up, sees hither and thither finds no one, sadly lowers his head down feeling dejected, tears start to trickle down his cheeks regretting that he has no family. He had always pictured himself having a candy from his father. But this was never going to happen.
In the morning he comes to the place where his work is to clean cars, for which his boss paid a petty amount just sufficient to afford him a day’s food. But he was not sad about this; he just wanted family, parents whose eternal love he could feel, siblings to fight share and love. Every day he saved some amount, the accrued money was capable to buy him only one candy which cheered him for a while and brought a smile on his face.
In the evening after completing all the chores, taking his wage from the boss and adding it to the saved money he now finally has the money to buy himself a candy so he progresses towards the candy shop, on his way his eyes are distracted from the road by a mother and her kid in the sidewalk, the kid crying heavily the mom seemed exhausted unable to control her baby, after passing them also he turned his head again and again he just could not take his eyes off them, he reached the shop bought the candy and without wasting a second sprinted towards the kid and gives him his own candy the kid takes the candy and crying gradually stops. He walks away, feeling the void of his life filled with joy, happy to bring smile in a kid’s life, giving him the satisfaction as if completing his own family portrait, by experiencing the love he missed in his life by sharing................

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Cracked Side

Not a genius like Einstein or Newton
But crack enough to fall because of own mistakes and learn.............
Not an epitome of ideals
But crack enough to loud voices for the righteous............
Not done any laudatory act
But crack enough to do anything and everything for friends............
Not a winner
But crack enough to face any challenge of life................
Not the reason of happiness for others
But crack enough to cry for the happiness of loved ones....................
Not pained by wounds
But crack enough to feel...................
Not always successful
But crack enough to believe in dreams.................