Balance

2006-10-19T03:17:00.000+05:30

Dark despair; Forbidden lights.
Truth denied; Masculine heights
The dumb cold skin of toddler’s eyes
No fear, shame nor surprise.

Rise above my head
Shine through the diamond edge
Hold my hands in disguise
No fear, shame nor surprise.

Let’s take a few more tired steps
In the sand, our good old days
Hand in hand singing sighs
No fear, shame nor surprise.

Let’s get drunk with springtime
Make love till the sun shines
Let’s live and die a few more times
No fear, shame nor surprise.

2006-10-18T21:00:00.000+05:30

It all started somewhere in a mystic fog filled morning. From behind the thick mist came out a child running and rolling a scrapped wheel of a bi-cycle. He had a stick in his hand that helped him to keep the tyre rolling. The child was barely dressed in a chilly winter morning. Yet he knew that happiness couldn't have gone too far beyond his early morning game. He felt it, experienced it somewhere deep down to the core. His uneducated feelings could still bring him joy.

There was a lunatic sitting idle in one corner of the park. He was probably struggling with his web of mis-oriented thoughts. He was probably fighting with himself over the meaning of "I". His eyes were red. His mind was probably too tired of solving the human equation and it seemed to me that everytime this insane man takes a few steps ahead in solving his very own equations, it gets him back to spuare One.

The Sun wasn't too high to be seen. The night was still explaining to her dear dawn how it spent hours doing nothing. How it waited and longed for dawn all night long. The only one she could speak with was silence. And that she is still trying to meet her other end.

In the meanwhile the child was closing in to the corner that somewhat belonged to the lunatic in his own way, still rolling the tyre and humming a tune he has never heard before. ..........................

(More to come)

2006-10-18T02:03:00.000+05:30

Revolting his presence
With tears in eyes
Enjoying existence
With a smile as he cries

Reflection he can see
Of the bird flying free
In an old man’s lonely eyes

Listen to the sound of the words never said
Feel the pain of a distant land
Feel his feelings, Insane
See him dancing all night with the rain

Reflection he can see
Of the bird flying free
In an old man’s lonely eyes

But the restless keeps dreaming,
The silent Hope; the silent prayers
Like an insane sitting in the corner
Of an unknown graveyard stairs

Insane sanity of graveyard stairs
Rotten corners of orphaned flowers
Revolting, enjoying, Smiles and tears
Kiss away all your fears.

Reflection he can see
Of the bird flying free
In an old man’s lonely eyes.......................................................................