Friday, May 26, 2017

The Darkest Night Of The Year



Darkness has spread its wings
It's taking over the sky
Black ink spills over a white canvas,
It's a barren land inside the artist's mind..
The contagion of fear is here to take us all.
Wake up, Crucifier!
Let the full moon out of the shadows
Raise high tides once again
Lash out at the army of rocks
Wipe away the darkest night of the year.
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Monday, March 28, 2016

At the gates of Paradise...

 © View from the Triund Trek

















One morning I found myself at the gates of paradise, 
A chain of snow clad mountains, 
Surrounded by a coat of fog,
And the buzzing sound of roaring winds...

A surreal scene, where all my Gods stood right before me..
And I thought, I was inside a dream 
Just that I was slipping deeper and deeper 
I didn't mind that kind of falling..

Like a beauty that draws you in mysterious ways, 
Shakes you a little, 
Kills you a little,
And you're never the same...

But time passed by, 
And reality found the crack to seep in...
Slowly everything started to fade away
Still, I held on to that moment
Till my mind finished sketching the whole picture 
Tracing all the contours, 
Filling all the colours...

There, I've saved you forever you see... 
Until the next encounter dawns, 
And I meet you in another skin...


Catch a glimpse of my Triund trek experience


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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Your Trigger, My Sting.

Sitting still at my office desk,
I start a fiddling with my thoughts
As I gulp down a cup of brewing chaos,

My mind slits a patch
And it’s all oozing out today… 

The noisy chronicles of my mind

Your Trigger, My Sting. 


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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

An Avatar of me...




I touch, I feel...
I'm in this constant search for adventure
Sometimes, I ride high on the crests
The adrenaline rushing through my nerves, fueling my soul

Sometimes, I'm stuck somewhere in between dreams & reality,
Waiting for that perfect rendezvous of the heart and the mind
That one place, wanderers can't find...

Tossing and turning in my bed all night,
I find myself awake in someone else's dream
Whose are these dreams?
Where do they come from?

Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I gaze through the sepia toned visions
It's dark everywhere but the Moon is watching over me.
She glides through the clouds,
Giggling like a frivolous young girl...

Perhaps, it's not her but me
She reminds me of my wild side
It's there & it's here to stay.
The sky stands still like a mirror
He holds an avatar of the woman I must become.

It's a dangerous road to get there
I've to risk everything that I ever was...
Call the bluffs before they're played
Yet wear my heart on my sleeves.

But most of all, I need to pick my road
And escape from this stranger's dream...

Oh dreams! you tricky dreams...
I can't find my way out.

I'll wait for the clouds to clear
My heart beats in anticipation for surprises...
November is here....
I think, the dawn is near.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Visions of a Forest Dream














A dark canvas with the picture of a withering tree 
Its branches melt away into pink and purple hues
Light rays break down into bits of diamonds
The scattered bits mingle with the colours
Colours that dance along the wind like sea waves

Pearl droplets rise from the wet grass 
And float in the air like bubbles of dew. 
Glowworms lit up the dark alleys of the forest
Like twinkling stars on a maiden's hair 

The forest is dark and wild
Its long and twisty roads,
Like the passage to a woman's heart
The deeper you go, 
You lose your way

Once you enter her world,
You are never the same again
You lose yourself 
To find something new.

The forest is full of sounds and mysteries
She waits for those who seek them...


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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Following the trail of the Butterflies...


I roam freely in the fields of golden grains,
The Sun shines brightly behind the shoulders’ of the mountains
A swarm of butterflies dance to the tune of the northeastern winds
I witness the graceful tap of those tiny wings;
The opening and closing of a universe full of secrets.

Wings like soft petals of heavenly flowers,
Wings full of colours and stories,
Turning into a kaleidoscope of my life…

Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Theirs is a relentless search of beauty
Just like the dream, I chase on my two feet…

Making their way through the dense forests,
They carry the pulse of the wild and the mysterious.
Once they reach the gardens of daffodils,
Their souls blend in with the mood of the season.

I look around
I don’t see them anymore
Suddenly it’s winter,
Fields clad in thick foam of white snow
I close my eyes, a world moves inside me
I open my eyes to the scene of wings fluttering out of a cocoon
And it’s spring once again...



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