I need Love,Air and Water;


Rain-a drizzle,


i need to walk through it-

walk and be wet and be happy and all that...





i want to be drenched-to be lost in the rain again...


I want that fragrance of wet mud in the air again...

I want to be able to make newspaper boats again...

see them float through the roadside drain,


walk with them and toss and turn;





And I want to get wet again...


There has to be the idiot in me somewhere-the one who cries in the rain...


but i dont want that idiot to know that i shall walk through the rain;





I want to see mom stand on the gate-


see me laugh-the wet wild kid on the road,


to see her chuckle as she calls


for the girl to come back again...

When will life come to us,
when will we approach life?
Will it destroy us on the way,
or will we destroy ourselves?
Should it come with lessons about it,
or should they be learnt along its way?
Are there parameters to life, love and death,
or just notions to kill ourselves?
Life will never ever be the same ,
is that the beauty or the curse that dwells through life?
Would life define who we are,
how we are and why?
Would life continue to be so-
Would we never know or understand as to why?

Lessons From Nature

Sometimes i wonder,

sometimes i ponder,

then i see the oceans so deep

and in the darkness just when my heart begins to weep,

i notice the tides so sereene in their sweap.

Maintaining their gestures they just come and leave ,

certainly not forcing

one to follow their league.

As for the sands-they might just flow,

finding their path to the morning glow.

But, the ones which are left alone-

they dont cribble for they know that they have been adorned.

AND SO ONCE AGAIN IM LEFT WITH A SMILE,

KNOWING WELL THAT MY TIDE IS CLOSER THAN A MILE!

Life or Something Like it?

Lost souls, young minds,
All dancing to the rhythm divine;

Somewhere amidst them sat a girl,
A girl - with some stories so fine -
All gathered in a book - she'd kept in her bag,
So tattered and torn - it looked like a rag.

She didn’t know what to do,
how she’d fight,
So she drank heavily that night!

With the bar attendant serving her with as much of pride,
As he'd taken to make her the drink - "The Tough Ride".

She knew not where she would go,
Or even where she was heading,
As her body just revolved as if it was shedding.

Yet, she drank,drank-
not once nor twice but many a times,
All of this...
just to see how much she could handle,
Until the darkness was paid heed to by the flickering candle....

The death of a thousand tears,
the birth of a thousand fears....

The death of a new found love
and the birth of a new found fear...

Such pain such love such loss,
all speak of a mortal life- full of mortal fears...

I wonder then,
that why should my heart leap a thousand feet at such transitory emotions...

Why, why should it sink in a million tears
when all it should do is submerge,
submerge in itself all those mortal fears....

I want to fly with ecsatsy-
in an immortal sky of love,
where death holds no meaning
and emotions win over all fears...

But such wants know not how to exist,
they know not how to rule...

All they do is to subsist in this killer of a life...

That life which remains mortal in this space of immortal fear...