Let’s Touch The Sky
Blue is your home, From where I want to roam, Why I am acting shy, Let’s touch the sky. I live through your heart, I can feel your cries, This feeling gets squealed, Through my chilling cries. The…
Ray
It is about the stay, it is about the ray, Fearless and countless, it’s way all astray. Limitless efforts pointed the caves, deep and dark, Burn lights beside a question delight, Was a life that left but resides all in…
Have A Do!
I plead, I pray, I sway, I swear, I remind that time, those with innocence. I know for all, to whom I belong, I think I have made a do! In the neverlands of my traditions, No one taught,…
Mediocre
A beautiful art once I was taught, With a bleeding heart today I remember. A world full of thoughts and wonders, And an eye waiting to receive help. All the peace have come this night, This falling scar of…
At The End Of The Day
“Before this beginning, if the pages weren’t blank, I wouldn’t have begun. Empty that that is, a world of wonders, it becomes rather relevant to compose whether it creates meaning or it doesn’t… It just better to keep it filling…
Whisper
Whisper through my lips leaves untouched, A matter of question and verbal flair through lightening. Where all had their names punched, I had too and too with grace, Because in commons I had my breath overstepped. Never in the…
A Sky To Hold
The lump of this earth, Might see this world blowing. The ashes, the fired out, Those burnt, those strained aloud. Hold your breath, your sky, Jump, swing, swim and flow For those soft arms of life, Under your faith,…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- V
“There’s a river that keeps on flowing. There’s a sun that keeps on staring and there’s a life that keeps on going.” The Cyclist kept on cycling his life for days to come. Shutting himself away from the world, and…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- IV
When the whole world seemed burning down into angry ashes, he swept into the ocean of his favorite books shutting the doors and windows leading his way to the endless night. The manuscripts are pure enlightenment, he alleged if the…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)-II
“Two days off the shore and the world forgets you are the sailor!”. Mysticism never ends neither did his stamina. His paddling seemed consistent as the falling evening. His was much of a lad when it comes to imagination and…