No one is infallible,
As man by nature is incorrigible.
A puzzle with no single solution,
the journey of this life is just a delusion!

when it has to end it will,
but there is never a single straight road until
Numerous are the choices to name,
Wonder then, what is it that can hold us in the same?!

Belief, faith and trust to name a few,
If only you have the love to give.
But whom can we put to blame,
when life in itself is a game!!

stilled is the time,
as your presence graces mine.
but stretched it seems, 
as the dark and light teams!


Those tender,dark hands,when they lull,
with the touch as ripe and full..
you cast your spell,
and in the dreams, I begin to dwell.


I cup my hands,
and try to drink the darkness,
eyes drop heavy,
and like a feather,I levy!


Visiting the exquisite unseens,
just as I entwine in sleep,
there you empty my chalice,
and bring me back to this malice!


Alas! the sun has to rise!
And its always time to arise!!

Distances...

Images cast of a mosaic of shattered glass,slave to the dancing lites.
Shadows of winding distances mocking the fleeting gaps...
The stuttering lite struggling to be in the overpowering darkness ..
And then there is the U in me , strong and resolute!

A journey through known and unknown,
Sitting at the verge, unable to relegate either,
The twilight casting weird shadows,
The distorted clarity creating choas,
While the stuttering hope's inclined to the known...
But it unawares, is fleeting the distances, dancing to the tunes of fate?!

The mirror shattered still wants to grab and harbor the image,
As unaltered, strong and resolute as ever..

Is it the distance, mosaic, lite or the unknown?!

contemplation in a classroom...

As I sit there before them, in one of the cloud filled sunny afternoon..
I realised how the time has gone by, way too soon.
From one in the crowd to the one apart..
life seemed nothing less than a failed piece of an art.
Am facing them today,
the very place where my past lay..
just a few feet of distance,
but years of my life and heavens of difference!
Not a child with a pink cotton candy in hand, anymore.
neither the one I used to be, much before..
where was I better?
the former or the latter?
was I a better past facing the present me?
Or am I a better present facing the past, to be?

The world is changing before me. Its moving at a faster pace than I thought it could. People, places, habits, hobbies,addictions... change and nothing else seems to be an absolute and universal constant. Being a silent witness to the play around, its surprising the way people are getting on with whatever life presents before them . Am often afraid of falling short but learning being a virtue neednt be taught! In itself it gives a wide arena of adaptation. life just seems like a bohemian odyssey now. Enigmatic and intriguing!

Intorted spaces.
Conjured facades.
Unventilated barricade.
Anarchic throttle..

Do I know them?
Nah, am living them!

Water...rain..floods..Nature's fury..
This must have been the longest night for many people out there..
powercut..places cut off from the rest of the world..no food, no water..
people losing their lives, houses, their abode..
some people are saved and were sent to safe places..
But what happens after ?
The after math is going to be worse. It may take years for the people to recover, somepeople may not be able to survive it in the first place..
Why is this?
Natural calamity to even out things?
Why in extremes?
draught followed by floods..
why is there no balance?
Like the people..Some people are suffering out there stuck in the middle of oceans of water while some else are enjoying the natures beauty ...
Pain for some, pleasure for others..
Why don't these people realise it could have been them..
Why do we forget the uncertainities and vainness of this life?
Why am I here while I should have been there helping some..
Why is this so choatic?
Why does this feel so shameful?
Should I brush away the whole thing as some natural occurence...
Should I move on with the daily chores as if its not related to me?

But....
Do I have a choice?
Do I ?