If your words
have the spark
to burn away
the rudimentary thoughts
and aflame the irrational nights
for even a single reader
then it was worth
to spend years
to become a pyromancer
of words that lights
the lives
Category Archives: Poetry
Reverie
Curled up
in a corner
staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies
the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had
this reverie
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing
and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again
and fall every step
to write and rewrite
the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.
Behold
Lo Behold for the time has come,
to raise the glasses
for the worthy unsung
it is the day they embraced death
as a good old friend, with respect
the rains will dance
and lightning will cry
they did not went alone
in the darkest night
someday sometime one has to leap
with eyes open and heart asleep
let us celebrate the honorable dead
with the brightest faces, tears unshed
Lo behold the time has come
to raise glasses
for the worthy unsung
Eternity
entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race
days passed and so did nights
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes
I have been a dreamer
since that day then
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.
Buddha
lying on this table
staring at me
is a monk with a pot belly
maybe he wonders
how is my ride to nirvana going
maybe he wonders
as to why instead of hymming a prayer,
i am on a war with the keyboard
maybe he reads the books I kept there
to trace where me heading
or maybe he was tired of everything around
had a hearty laugh and boom..
there was his nirvana.
I wait
Standing next to rocks we once carved
trying to remember the etched memories
of the years gone by,
when I had unison of dreams
and nightmares with you.
the wrath of time spared none,
not even the rocks , I see
but I wait
to conjure everything
from these rocks.
there is something about the air
when it is about to rain,
Did you ever feel it?
Ambitions
Like leaves on sun burnt trees
our ambitions slowly recede,
as the winds of change blow
are you really ready to let them go?
or would you catch them
as they fall and scatter
dead may always remain dead
but would it ever matter?
would you not wait for a whole season,
for them to grow again?
or just sit infront of the idiot box
silently biting away your pain.
Writings to Heaven 