An unusual sunset….

An unusual sunset….

I’m lying on the quiet beach and relishing the sunset

Playing with the roguish sea until my heart gets wet

Here I have lost myself in that vague and false horizon

Flood of thought’s chasing me while I’m chasing the sun

There he is; illuminates the whole globe everyday

And “What’s so new in that?” .. that’s all they say

I don’t know why but today there is something wrong

And I feel like crying watching the sun setting along

Now soon he will vanish & I’ll just stare like a fool

All the clarity will fade away and again darkness will rule

Is that it? Is it over? Is that how it always ends?

Disappearing all at sudden… no love and no friends

VOYAGE OF THE GLOOM

VOYAGE OF THE GLOOM


From glad to glum; from warm to numb
I’m sailing in the shore less ocean
And I’ve headed towards my doom
Here I go on Voyage of the gloom

Neither am I sad; nor am I pleased
Now, all my rationales seem to cease
I just don’t care if I fade or I bloom
Here I go on Voyage of the gloom

Who was I? And What am I now?
Aren’t plights anymore but allies somehow
In my mind, doubt or faith has no room
Here I go on Voyage of the gloom

I am sick of your judgments for right and wrong
And when a blind follower is called a monk
No more, I can abide your laws and rule
Here I go on Voyage of the gloom

Nowhere land

Nowhere land….

He was shocked awfully…

When he woke up under that leafless tree

“Where am I and what’s this place?”

Had a glance around he asked himself

Neither he knew where to go…

Nor he had anyone to show

He then chose to follow the road

Didn’t care about where it drove

A beautiful little butterfly came flying towards him

With no flowers around quite wondered he seemed

“Where are you from? You look new here”

Seeing her speak his heart crammed with fear

He ran and ran as far from her as he could

Then suddenly stopped and found the same leafless wood

He then realized all he did so far went in vain

The same tree, same road, same butterfly again

She whispered again … sitting gently on his hand

“Welcome, my friend, to the Nowhere land!”

Tale of an anonymous band…

I'd like to open this blog just with my favourite lines,
"The pen is the tongue of the mind."

I really like to write. Because it's my way to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means, what I want and what I fear. Here I write some of my best memories as a first Ode. 


Tale of an anonymous band…

No great musicians not any rock-star, just a story of hostel land

Simply friends and nothing more, a tale of an anonymous band

There were five of them … when they started they knew nothing

And that was the common rope they were bound together with.

One will sing, two for rhythms & a solo along with the percussion,

Even they couldn’t resist laughing when they made that decision.

Every evening they used to gather to play whatever they could,

Starting on “the Boulevard”, they reached the “Norwegian wood”

Rhythms were always tranquil, the drum-rolls were little sad

The soloist was too good and the vocals weren’t that bad

They spent almost two years just to pick a band’s name

But never came up with one and still looking for the same

Their room was their stage and their friends were their fans

What else they could’ve wished for when everything was in hands?

All those days have vanished now like a name written on the beach-sand

But, even now, each of them proudly says, “Yeah… I am in a band.”