The Moon

The plea

are you listening?
am i not talking to you?

you are the inanimate
i don't bother..

you are the mystery,
could I unfold?

you are the silence,
i promise, i won't break

you are the disturbed
could I set it right?

you are the fragrance
i need only a whiff..

you are the lonely,
i fear you may move apart..

you are the noun,
could i be an adjective?

you are the complicated,
could i keep up?

you are the decision,
i won't argue..

you might hurt me,
i am ready to bear..

you are the fragile,
i will be the numb..

you might not answer,
i will ask you again

are you listening?
am i not talking to you?

Monsoon is back..
It is that special feeling of looking through the window,
staring at particularly nothing,watching the rain drops
splatter and loosing myself in that rhythm which makes
the Monsoon intimate to me..

Time is irrevocable and the pages of history once written
will be there forever. It's time to stop this restrain and
think something new..

The harp of my soul

The chords of the harp
in my soul,
which You created,
never vibrated,
causing regret,
mine being silent,
while others, around me,
harmonious,singing praises to You.
I asked you , “why?”
And You answered me , son
I love you too much,
to let you experience,
an influential wind
of suffering
which others do..

The nightmare

'The Machinist' was something different.
The creations of a guilty mind exceptionally told.
I should describe it a satisfying 102 minutes.
I'm responsible for my actions.
My stories should be credible..

Live happy, Live longer

The best method to live happily is to
disconnect the pain..

The winter

Out there is,
the white envelope,
the mercury falls
pricking cold
as cold as the heart
of the beast

I made a ride
on the thoughts,
my refuge was
the blanket,
a man lost,
in the world.

A world too fast
was rendered
passive
it's the winter
with the sun
playing
hide and seek.

A love so cold
vanishing
A relationship
so feeble,
diminishing,
Seasons effect?
The million$ probe

It is the winter
in the heart..