Motion Static

Nostalgic eyes
Careless wind
Thoughts blowing
Caught in the net
Mesh of my emotions

Figures of past
Meet notions of future
Ace of Jokers
In the deck of my cards
My present gets delusional

Ripples of love
Against currents of passions
Boat of my heart
Sails in the sea of my soul
Hitchhiking my way into the UNKNOWN.

By the lake( work in progress)

It’s dark. Birds have retired to their comfortable abodes amidst the soft evening leaves of the trees down yonder. The soft sound of the chimes against the scurrying midnight breeze creates the backdrop for the two innocent eyes gazing over the blue waters of the vibrant lake.

It has been quite a while since he had felt the tangible presence of solitude and he wanted to dive down deep within, exploring the vast realms of his heart. Quietly adjusting in the soft black leather of the couch, he took a sip from the bottle of the vintage wine. Sweet scintillating taste of the wine was stirring the bitter sweet emotions that she had left.

He knew her touch. He had known her hands. They had an instant comforting aura. He had sat, holding those hands for hours. All those times when she had asked, and he had no answers, he had quietly taken shelter in her hands. Tonight, above the azure waters of the lake and beneath the star spangled sky, he missed her touch.

“Let’s go for a walk. I want to look at the moon’s reflection in the lake.”She said lighting a cigarette from the pack.

They surreptitiously walked down the slope towards the gentle sound of the impatient waves crashing against the gravel muddy banks of the lake. Finding themselves two comfortable boulders they sat facing the lake while their naked feet got acquainted with the cool wet ground beneath. He played the strings, she watched, he strummed and she hummed. They danced slowly while the waves watched in admiration.

Two lonely souls, one dance. Beautiful night and the golden sand…………………………………………(to be continued)..

Walk

Murky, yet surreal
Beauty of this morning
Shine of the billboards
Against the prayers of time
He watches it all
Backdrop of his smile

She walks in
Beauty on the prowl
Cheetah meets hyena
Comfort of a friend
Dressed as a perfect stranger

Neon blurring the sun
Dreams of the night jostling
Reality of daytime
Walking through this circus
Trying to find life.

yogic trance

I shut my senses
One by one
I went inside
To feel the sun
Beneath the scurrying eyeballs
There’s a placid lake
Beyond the cacophony
Lies a sweet serenade
Beyond the feeling of my fingertips
There’s a warm embrace
Beyond the sweet sour and bitter
Is an ambrosia, I can’t describe
Beyond the wafting confusion of the aromas
Lies a sweet nothing
Beyond me
Was you

The Road

Pitter patter of the rain
Lonely lamp post gazing the slithering road
A biker goes, where to his wishes take

Thoughts of a day gone by
Folded hearts and open sky
A few last cigarettes would help the night go by

The days never start and the nights never end
Vaccum engulfs the heart, eyes askance
Ride fast, there’s still a chance

If waking up is an illusion
Can death be a reality?
The biker has still some miles left to ride.

Urban Monk

Not that I can’t see, I just don’t want to see
Not that I don’t feel, I just don’t want to feel
Not that I can’t smile, I just don’t want to smile
Not that I can’t walk, I just want to fly

Blowing hard, the winds bring tears to my eyes
This mountain top reminds of home to me
This music in the air lifts up my soul
I sigh I smile I shiver I get a feeling
A feeling of love

Don’t try to come close, I might run away
Don’t ask anything, I might not have the answers
Don’t try to put your hope on me, I might fail you
Don’t try to ridicule, I might laugh harder than you

Gentle flow of the river yonder
Sweet smell of the morning dew
Careless flight of the twilight bird
Comfort of the loneliness
Knots of my soul are getting loose

summer dream

courtesy Vincent van gogh

Through the long flowing tresses falling on her forehead, she glances
Spurts of smile pour like opening stanzas of a beautiful story
Gentle flow of thoughts show the way to an oasis
Sometimes angry sometimes somber sometimes just her

Leaning to embrace and then going in hiding
Like the distant wafting note of a flute
Glow of a fresh daisy
The flight of a lone sea gull.

Through the silent corners of the night
Through the unspoken parts of our lines
Through the drunken alley of forgetfulness
Through the closed corners of my sleepy eyes,
My summer dream.
Oh, my summer dream.