The Street Singer

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
His voice was enchanting and blissful
Mixed with soulful emotion and passion
He wanted to reach out the hearts of the people,
Who were sinking into the favorite dreams
The winter was pinning into the depths of his skin
And his bones were murmuring with each other
His heart was like a fiery hearth which never dims
Radiating heat and life to his blood and soul
The twinkling stars of the sky lend their ears
To the emanating pain and fragrance full hopes in his voice

The whole day the singer wanders through the street
In the hope that somebody would reckon his voice
People were turning their face and moving off
Seeing his shabby cloths and dirty face..
The singer tried to hum a line from his favorite song
But, the scorching sun over his head took off his voice

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
The shining meteors brighten the horizon
And ended as a flicker in the vastness of the sky
The distant sky starts to turn red
The voice of the singer starts to get pale
The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night……

Open up

Open up your mind O.. friend
Let the words be poured out -
From the lonely dappled valleys of your heart.

Let the thoughts be calm and pains be eased
Let your mind roam
Beyond the reach of your tied up eyes.
Relish the blissful scent of a heavenly flower
And the enchanting music of a string
Let the melancholic moments of your life be forgotten
Let the smouldering wounds be healed

Some where in your deliberately forgotten dreams
You must have enjoyed
The quenching feel of a first rain
And the boundless freedom of a bird.
They are more than words
The depths and emotions of your whisper
Of a bleeding heart and soul

Open up your mind O.. friend
Let the words be poured out
From the lonely dappled valleys of your heart

I am waiting...

The days of loneliness
The days of twilight
The days of murkiness
The days of waiting

We met before ages
We became pals of births
We shared and laughed and fought
As if lovers, as if looners, as if enemies

The time was running
The world around us was changing
The almighty was writing new chapters of our life.
People came in, people went out
Some stayed some were forgotten

You were like a pretty playful child
Playing busily with newly got toys,
Abandoning the used and old ones,
Which were treasured till the last night ?

I am waiting lonely in my world
Holding my memories
And never let it perish
May be my dreams are just a waste of time
May be those days of togetherness,
Will just remain as a dream
I am still living here
And forever I still care…

Journey uphill

The sea of white clouds
Kissing the mountains
The chilling breeze
Touching the skin
The pouring drizzle
Drawing pics on the window glass
The blanket of darkens
Creeping through the woods
The hands of night
Covering the eyes..
I am slipping to dreams slowly as it seems

My heart is not a basket

My heart is not a basket
It cannot take any more garbage
It bleeds here and there; and
Blood oozes out like tears
I gave places in my heart
For those whom I love
For those whom I care for
The love, the care, the sadness or the joys
Whatever they returned were stored
In their places.
As the days passed.. I got;
A foul smell from some of the places
Which were kept as special..
I ignored the smell and continued with it
I tried to pretend to have a bad cold
But.. slowly slowly my tolerance decreased
The smell started irritating me a lot
I opened my heart and examined each place
Some of the places were half filled
Some of the places were not filled at all
Some of the places were filled with garbage
Which were expected to have filled with flowers..
With a bleeding heart and filled up eyes
I cleaned the places and locked them for ever…
Because my heart is not a basket
It cannot take any more garbage..

The Pedestrian

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Who walks the way comes before him
When I began the walk, I thought,
The end is near and that I would reach soon,
But as the time creeps up
And as the way runs out
It splits into many leaving me in a junction
Where I stand and ponder on and on
To decide whether to stop
To decide which way to choose
This happens again and again and again
As I run out my life second by second

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
There are many who walks past me
Who seemed to be in a hurry
To reach their destiny
To quench their thirst
There are many who walk
As if they have decided to walk all this life

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Having spend all my life
And having tread all these ways
Now I realize that this road never ends
This is my life and I am bound to go
Up to the point where my life ends

Beauty of Nights

Every night adds beauty to the days
Without nights the days would be colourless
Without nights the days would be charmless

The night gives a halt to all
The hurries and worries of the day
Even, the birds the most restless of all
Give a break to their wings when night comes

The trees dancing to the winds
Stand still and take their rest in nights
The bugle of murmuring crickets and friends
Adds the background music to the nights

The golden milky rays of moonlight
Fills up the valleys and hills
And with its chilly healing touch
Eases the stress of minds

It’s in night the angels of heaven
Comes in your dreams to fulfill your wishes
For at least when you are asleep

O the beauty of the darkness
The soother of all pains -
The furtive of time -
I owe my secrets to you..

Cherished Friend

Is that by some odd coincidence ?
Or by heavenly desire ?
In these strange walks of life
We cross path with many people.

Some move towards us
Some move away from us
With some we share -
With some we spar

But with a special few,
We seem to have no choice
Who brings in cheers
And takes off our worries
Each has made an impact on the other
And their memories will live for ever.

It was not a choice of mine
And never even dreamt of that
Still by some unknown chain of
Succession of births -
We were bound to be met and -
To walk together on this earth
Few miles of our life, at least..

The unknown presence

O the pervasive, unknown power
I sense you through this Mother Nature .
it is the touch of your loving finger
that has given life to my mortal stature
and it is the breath of your eternal spirit
that fills up my lungs with life

You have blessed me with the bliss of the
uncertainty of my future
which leaves me ever enquiring
for a dreamy, delightful future

Its your dreams that are taken shape
as a colourful rainbow at the horizon
Its your mesmering voice, that we hear
from the holes of a bamboo flute
It’s the sculpture in you who made
The pearls and planets of this world


Through the birds on the pathless sky
may I reach you
By crossing the fathomless sea
may I reach you
Where should I search for you,
In this infinite, unknown, cosmic world

A question to God

O God the omnipresent
O God the omnipotent
O God the single creator

I wish to ask you a question
Which perturb my mind for long time
If you are the only creator,
of all the beauties of this world
of all the pleasures of this world
of all the virtues of this world

Then the forces we call as evil,
The acts we call as sin
are also a conception of yours

then, how can a man be called
a sinner - for pursuing a path shown by you
how can a thing be called ,
evil - for expressing your own thoughts

My dear ________

You are my dear________
When I met you first time
You were a stranger to me
I couldn’t think you would become
My friend and my lover one day
But, slowly through the days
You became best of my friends
But, you didn’t stop there;
With your freshness;
With your openness;
With your liveliness;
And some times
With your silly foolishness.
You took me closer to you
You made me loving you.
I was a man of rough,
You made me softer then
I didn’t know much about love
You thought me lessens of that

I never know the pain in love
Now I know the bitterness of that
You will be there in my heart
Till the end of my life.

An Utopian Dream

My dreams are coloured…….
Coloured red and green and white and rose
The night is not so dark,
And wind is not so chill
The whistling of crickets,
Creeps through my ears,
And my bed is full of bugs.
Still I dream a dream ,
Which is cool and coloured and
Which I am afraid an utopian one…

I dream of a new world order,
Where there is no cast and creed and countries
To hinder the up flow of humanity
Where there is no terror and fear and war
Amongst the people who live on this earth
In my dream,
The bright and warm sunlight,
and the music of harmony of hearts,
were filled in everywhere..
In my dream,
The people were single coloured,
and followed a single religion, that
The religion of humanity

I know this is an utopian dream
Yet I love to dream this silly utopian dream

I am afraid of my mind

I am afraid of my mind
The way it goes,
The way it feels,
The way it wants,
Makes me afraid again and again.

It never obeys any rules –
Laid down by the society –
Taught by my elders.
What is wrong we perceive –
Is always a dream of my mind.
What we believe is immoral –
It urges to get hold of that

My mind has always been a defiant child
Rebellious to all the ‘do’s and ‘don’t s’

I am afraid of my mind
The wildness of its dreams,
The warmth of its desires,
And the depth of its passions,
Makes me afraid again and again

I am afraid of my mind, because
If I look into a mirror,
I can see an animal-
Trying to break the cage-
In which it chained inside.

The New Year Eve

An eve of joy
An eve of hope
An eve of end
An eve of start
I welcome you
The New Year eve

God’s Gift

What is the best of gift –
Given to man by God –
Is that his feisty brain ?
Is that his mighty hands ?
Is that his supple tongue ?

No it’s none of them
It’s an innate inability
Which turns as a bless, that is -
“Man can’t foresee his future”

If I can foresee my future –
I would be the laziest -
I would be the pessimist –
I would be the atheist –
I would be the terrorist-

But I can’t foresee my future –
So I work hard to make my future bright
So I be the optimist to give strength to my mind
So I believe in God who is the Redeemer
So I feel I‘d be accountable for my doings

A man devoid of heart

He was a man devoid of a heart……..
He was like a machine which works for nothing
Just to end up as scrap…..
Lived all the years on his own
Without any help and without any thought
Of any one lived around him
His days were dim….
And nights were not calm.
He was so calculative and
Took every decision after much pondering
There was no passion and there was no affection
Towards anybody he met in his life

He was a man devoid of heart…
He did everything for a reason.
And a was a success in profession
He was called as victor by every one
He thought himself as invincible..
As days go by his heart was transformed to a programme
A programme which runs routinely -
Which gives the same result without a little flaw
Knowingly or unknowingly he was loosing his heart -
He never saw a rainbow instead –
Saw a seven coloured mark in the sky
He never heard music instead a flow of noise


What makes a man humane -
What gives charm to the days in your life
Loosing that will make u hard
Loosing that will make u a machine..

Life as a river

Life is like a flow of river -
It never stops and it never waits -
Flows through summer and winter.
Cloured dark and coloured light-
Some times hot and some times cool..

Dreams

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
The sweetest word to hear….
The nicest thing to feel …
When you are in a dream..
There is no rule to dream…
There is no fence to check….
There is no mark to reach
And it doesn’t need any kick to start…

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Anyone can dream any dream..
For that you need not be rich..
For that you need not be fair….
For that you need not be mighty….

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Dreams are the heavenly bliss..
Dreams are the princess among thoughts.
Dreams are the children of wishes….

I cannot live a life…
Without any stream of dreams

Misty Mind

The sky is so high that I can’t dream
The tree is so tall that I can’t climb…
The hill is so steep that I can’t trek
The way is so long that I can’t reach
The stream is so fast that I can’t swim..
The wind is so strong that I can’t stay…
The wall is so thick that I can’t break..
The road is so bumpy that I can’t drive..
The game is so tough that I won’t win….
My mind is so misty that it thinks in this way….

My Losses

I don’t know how many times I lost in my life
It was not one, it was not two….
But as the days passed and as the life flows
I didn’t think of my loses
I moved ahead as if to reach on top..
I never looked back, I never stopped too
They were not touching and they were not deep

But this time the pain was intense
My heart was breaking apart and
My mind was losing control
My days were darkened as nights…
My thoughts were filled with grief
I lost all my faith on me..

I knew I am going to lose..
But I didn’t do anything to stop
I thought I could bear this lose
But it proved very much otherwise..
I started this to lose.. like a foolish boy
The end was defined and I was a tool
I don’t know who played the game…

It made me realise that I could cry
Like a lady with rainy eyes
It taught me that I could love
Some one with all my heart…