RANDOM RAMBLINGS -2

sleepless dreams and a thoughtless mind ,
levitating into the garden of life ,
i pick my flowers with nimble hands 
but i do not know why i pick them 
as i know not why was i picked (in the first place !)
the garden s beautiful , perhaps ,
from what i make out from my cloudy vision...
but until i KNOW i cannot SEE !
so i try to learn then i learn to unlearn .... again i learn .
But will the garden wait ..?. will those flowers blossom again..?
yet i pick my flowers with nimble hands , not knowing what else to do...


BLACK WHITE OR GREY 
Doomed is the world that's black and white,
torn between dreamy day and a neurotic night ,
colored are our minds , colored is our way ,
all life , is painted in the shades of grey.

On the chequerboard of the universe ,
half - truths were enshrined as rules ,
And thoughts shackled by vices and virtues,
but lo !behold !
all life , pervades these meaningless borders.

poems from the yonder -2

THE DILEMMA

where lies redemption ,
where lies nemesis,
I know not ...


In the dark alleys
with dangling swords above ,
all company i had was a tune of solitude 
that lonely voice of melody .
crooning amidst the melancholy.


thoughts within dreams and
dreams within thoughts
I carried on
and NOW
there s a whole symphony out there waiting out for me

yet I fear the loss of my cheery tune of solitude ...

where lies happiness ,
where lies achievement ,
I know not ...

THE NOSTALGIA SHOP

excuse me ! is this what it is known to be ?
'yes sir ! its the "nostalgia shop" but nothing s free !'
oh! but i 've nothing to buy (and everything to lose )
rather am here to sell things to you
Memories !... some old , some new
some held tight in fright , some that keep me awake all night,
some with a whiff of the perfume of the past
some that were dreams that shone so bright
some with love -found and lost
all with some 'me' within 'them'.
'But why then ..?'
Because i am tired of seeing my tomorrow with yesterday s eyes.

poems from the yonder ...

THE TENDER TOUCH

The tender touch ..,
 I tried hard to erase , times rolled but your memory stays.

From whence did
ye slip into my dreams..
when was it that
‘the ethereal charm’
 transcended unto eternity of my being ..
 I could never know .

Like a pearl trinket that slipped down your neck,
you journeyed into my heart.

lucky is that jewel ...
that adored you and even in  its “fall” ,
 could still touch your heart.

life s an endless game and love may not be an end in itself ...

Yet it’s the only beginning
That I can see written across the skies
And an end seems to be starting
only in your eyes.

RANDOM RAMBLINGS

In those sepia coloured images ,
I could see her silhouette glowing,
the real heart in my real chest pounding.
It was my REM phase dreaming

and there she stood ,
in sublime silence, screaming (!?)
the menagerie in my mind echoing.

Around the corner of my eyes,
images appearing and fading ,
Into my veins is an ‘ecstasy’ that’s gushing
then slowing , receding . . .
and all i could see is the glowing ‘nothing’ .