Aug 7, 2011


The heart was caught in ceaseless frenzy
The mind was pensive too
The soul fell back , on that unruly thought
Those memories of me and you
The happy moments of freedom divine
“That my life was really mine”
Head laid back in serious abandon
Regardless of stuff done undone

Tiny bubble of life friendship bound
Each moment , corner an adventure found
As breath of life passed each right hand
happiness? “is there anything more that life can?”

EVERY DAY OF THIS life of mine
THOSE TIMES MANAGE TO BREaCH
But on yet another 4 th day of another eighth month
The waves surge strong indeed
Its complicated !! between me and you
Dear afmc, I ll always remember you!!

Jul 10, 2011


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Jun 2, 2011

yet again nostalgia,that demoness!
she impatient,banged my door
with a bursting bag of memories convinced
i didn't remember them anymore.

my heart shrieked aloud  mortified
for her silhouette was still in sight
i plugged my ear and shut those eyes
am gullible,but sorry demoness
not this time!

for theres no home for them to dwell
and the desire,to intently delve
its future's turn for what its worth
its time to change that worn out shirt

moments later, tried to peek
to find her gone away
and that little stack of memories
leaning lazy on my doorway.................................








May 20, 2011


oh beloved happiness
 can i track you down?
i followed your footsteps so long
and all  i fish  is that lil frown
she smiles at me innocent
i can't help ;but listen
lose your track and drift again....
in my world of doom and disdain
gloom speaks to me and i answer too!!??
she hands me back........
those memories of you
irony helps, and lends a smile
lil frown giggles, she's so guile
as i sit back , reflecting again??
on fruitless thought, try delve again
fate comes home ,with a friend called hope
finding the self distraught,as before
shut my eyes to dream , as in past
wondering...................
is this life? If yes,
how many moments it’d last
for theres no dream divine save you
as each my breath is maimed
a million beats teh heart has skipped
and equal dreams have passed unamed!!!





May 9, 2011

as time moved on and the earth rotated
i squandered the self in dreams,
anticipating that sliver of happy thought
teh fool, impatiently,insecure,waited

unknown to teh way of worldly function
greed,the self , the pride in conjunction
he carried on , a thoughtless life
thinking,
a smile and a good heart'll suffice

his heart was naive
teh mind equally guile
suggesting means to find his way
his soul,relentless,shunning the vile
indecisive, either ways,struggled to sway

he tried to stop but time did not
was merciless to the core
as every turn of that wretched clock
he begged his fate he wants no more

surrendered,dejected he joined that jam
perceptibly alive as teh modern man
for the heart this time refused to speak
as the mind on top smirked derision
the soul,lonely still,searched for his reason!!


Apr 29, 2011

wandered in my dreams last night
wondering
what would happen tonight
the lure of evil
serenity of good people
who would win
what would be my plight

sanity says,the good it preaches
brighten up ,
the wick of you soul
to tread the pot holed right path
incessantly , it beseeches

but inside, tiny imps that bore
lust for sounds,colours and life
they grab my thoughts
put forth a veil
shield me from those million's strife

the battle abates
till i yet surrender
submit to the imp
get struck by charm
in worldly pleasure
again i plunder

as moments pass
the dream still haunts
good keeps losing
flags of victory
evil flaunts

but seldom as it happens to be
angels win the turf of mind
i see the world lovely and kind
time spent amending
recommending the self
its not someone
but me who is to help

no matter how much i try life refuses to cross by fate turns her head away but my heart refuses to sway i hate this word......optimism ...