My emperor

I would want to marry
an emperor of thoughts
a man he should be
clad by the gown of white wisdom and hope
high should his head
be held, with pride
the crowning throne
with a hand raised
with the sword of justice
and the other holding
the shield of perseverance
both his feet should be
firmly ground on this fresh earth
of existence
but still the band of
heavenly ego should
bind around his forehead
such a man i would like to make mine
though not of heavens he should belong.
A benevolent heart
filled with mercy
and love he should fill the empire around
that emperor is then to rule
the empire in me..

Tree of dreams

There is a tree in heaven
a tree of dreams
where our nights do blossom
as silent leaves
green fresh leaves of dreams
that we see
a thousand leaves do blossom everyday
this tree is nourished
by the springs of joy and hope
and still there are thousand leaves
that fade and just wither away
detached of the waters of
the spring ...
drained of hope
disgraced by the brown
colours of despair it does fall,
from the heaven above
to the canyons of hell
But still does leaves bloom each day
on the beautiful tree of dreams with hope...

wish

Let me wish
a simple dream
on the star in the sky
that when
the heavens breaks
above my head
my be i will get
the wings to fly
fly above this horizon
and collect all the stars
and keep them safe in my
gummy bag..
so i can hang them home..

wish

Let me wish
a simple dream
on the star in the sky
that when
the heavens breaks
above my head
my be i will get
the wings to fly
fly above this horizon
and collect all the stars
and keep them safe in my
gummy bag..
so i can hang them home..

lazy again

Dead is the heart
bound by the ropes of laziness,
within which spreads a poison
a poison into the breath.
the vigilant mind is barren
barren of thoughts
and the body is reduced
reduced to a pile of flesh and bone
So never does the soul resurrect
once laid in this grave
of darkness and inaction
so run fast,,,
so fast as your heart can pump
and so laziness
can come...
there with in you
within your self again.

Promises

Promises are made
some where i said
deep from with in the mind
or the shallowness of the head
they bind us knowingly
and unknown
towards what we wish
or some where hope does play
a silent role
in those kept words but promises i say
are made to be broken
in fact scattering..
when angled pieces do touch
the softness of the expectant heart
tears do flow form these eyes..
and you turn back
just to see
if the promise was being kept..

Autumn in my Mind

In this passing breeze
of memories
my mind doesnt weep
because what is mine
is still there
embedded deep inside,
for those who let go
of them, i do not know,
but my friends
it is always autumn
in my mind,
so i miss this breeze
i will never will
and with each of these
falling leaves
they will resurrect those times
those times of memories that are
still mine
so it is still Autumn
in my mind..

A beautiful night..

You cleansed my soul
today my friend
In this long beautiful night,
when we talked so long of our dreams,
those dreams that we feel,
that breeze that i breath
of that water that slips
through our hands
of the dew that fills our lungs,
let it remain for ever beyond,
the touch of your hand
and lead us on...
and on...

To you when we sat in the hostel room on a rainy day in Mysore.. splashing the rain drops form the grills of our window.. 2008

Friends

My friends, seasons they are
seasons they are my friends
scored as the summer sun,
burning my senses and  soul
cold as the winter breeze
indifferent to my pleas
radiant as the Autumn leaves,
forgiveness to my deeds
joyous as the spring flower
subtle to my needs..
and once they weep the monsoon rain
when their chest is filled with grief
But still the baffle me
for what they are and still
i cant conclude, but i
know seasons may come
and seasons will go.
and they would engage my life
as seasons past, but
still i wonder
these my friends,
they are seasons
seasons my friends they are.

To these changing seasons of Mysore.. 2007

Summer

A hot breeze blows past,
heating up that which is
already hit,
the ground shines with
a water mirage
its the onslaught of summer,
summer is here with
the mangoes again
cool cool watermelons
and grapes, all the sugar canes
quench the thirst
its summer back in town..

rhyming..

The disk of white,
against the night,
glowed with light,
shown so bright.
the rising stars,
which brings i fright,
of the unkown..
in this depth of the night..
the disc of white..
still shone so bright...