Ethereal

In an idyllic summer comes the storm,
In a chilling winter comes the heatwave,
Leaves me restless;remain only broken norms,
I know I can fight,I will be brave.

And one feel-good spring dawns,
I see the mist fading away,
The sun unveils the fog,the gloomy spawn,
But the mist comes back,leaving me in fray.

So comes the blithe autumn,
The freshness and the joy of the sky,
Reflects my moods in solemn,
But invincible weariness captures the butterfly.

It takes a piece of my heart,
It takes a piece of my mind,
I wonder how everytime it falls apart,
I wonder how it leaves me blind.

Procrastinate

And I promised to be wise
Much before the sunrise
To achieve something
Before my sad demise
Only to be unfolded in disguise
That i was once again unwise.

A thousand times did i think
A thousand times did i resolute
To shed off the dusts of laziness
To start off with hundred jobs
Only to lie everyone in the blogs!

An inexorable reluctancy
That slams on the brakes
Every time i rage with despondency
I hope to be a pro
To glide past this inconsistency.

By the time the midnight blues spawn
I have already rebelled.
By the time the stars yawn
I have already revelled.


So here glows once again
The "promising" eastward window
Though the warmth devoid of sensitivity
And the brightness too morose to shadow
The birds vanishing in the distant sky
And turn yellow the grasses
The spider cobwebbing infinity
And i sit and brood
What do they signify
Never watching the second that passes.

Walking away from the ocean

After a time so long,
In surprises oblong;
I am walking along,
The shores I used to throng,
Of the ocean I pined to belong.

The ocean of memories is calm
And the waves fragile;
As I turn back with a smile,
I realise living there was so much futile.

The waves used to crash
At the shores to take me away;
And I surrendered to the gash,
Until I was hit with a splash
To drift me away,keeping wounds at bay.

I walk and the waves recede under,
As I watch them with pride and splendour;
I know I won't leave sandmarks either,
Because the ocean will drown all the dither.

Yet Another Day

Yet another day,

It was today;

The unwilling sun
Awoke from its ephemeral slumber;
Shone with tired sunshine,
Lamented,it could no longer
Hide behind the night's ravine.

Awoke the sleepy earth in her cozy nest,
Reluctant and mundane;
To lose in chaotic chirruping
To hate routine's behest.

Across the dizzy greens
The wind blew;
Above the placid sky
The birds flew.

Underneath the rivers flowed,
In its endless flow;
As eternally,
As the fires glow.

Sun came down,
Painting frustrations umpteen;
Climbed the squeamish stars
Hating the deathless routine.

Slept the tired earth,
A decade's sleep;
Soon to get lost in fray;
Tomorrow,
Is just another day.

Mental Stagnation

Its all but whims,whims of sheer adamancy,

Its all but dreams,dreams of illicit fantasy!

While everything is silent,i freak out in lunacy,

Lets conjure up the magical idiosyncrasy!

I am wearing an afterlife glass,trying to vide beyond,

Beyond the obvious,beyond the spiel,as a vagabond,

For the pains,for the restlessness,

For something worth a diamond!

Every moment inflates into an hour,

Every change oh-so sweet turns sour,

Everything is so ephemeral as a flower,

Its not late when NOW becomes a souvenir.

A soul so unstable for everything so unforgettable,

Goofing off in pipe dreams,so very unpredictable,

I wanna fly away,and eschew the self so insatiable,

If only i knew what I want could I land in a cradle.

The after-now blues nurture me,leave me in afterglow,

Lost and marooned,dazed and confused,execrating the daily flow!

And mental decadence starts preying when everything turns slow,

Anyone explain me the depth of everything so hollow!

Void

All these years i have been

On an endless quest,

Knocking on the forbidden doors

From east to west;

Wandering along the banks

Of the rivers of belief,

Viding the hallowed depths

With the eyes of truth,

To see beyond the invisible.

In this age of loneliness,

At the onset of second chapter

I pine to return to innocence;

Somewhere cries the silent warrior

Crucified with the cross of changes,

To play like the child in us.

Following the sun,

And guided by the almost full moon

I am this lost voyageur,

Compassed by the smell of desire;

Through out the odyssey of the mind

I rest under the shadows in silence,

As silence must be heard

Between the mind and heart.

Morphing through time,

Sailing through the prism of life,

In the shadow in the light,

With subdued dreams of the dolphin

In an ocean of peregrine.

Lost Childhood

I kept walking

Hearing the lullaby,

And the enchained ghosts whisper

Deep into the graveyard

Of childhoods cadaver.

Innocence entomed,

Playfulness buried,

Smiles choked;

Lay coffins of hurried,

Deceased childhood.

Beneath the shattered earth

Cry the voices

Six feet under;

Frantic to escape

Tortured in plunder.

Friends turned strangers

And myself a cursed ghost;

I witness,as i sit

All alone in the crypt;

And the castles of childhood

Stand crippled.