Sunday, June 28, 2009


I am sitting with an Inkless pen
On the black rocks looking high
To pen the story of existence
Without a myth to defend myself
Days of crystal white sky above
There once I sat amazed and alone
Gazing at the white sky with no fear
As it spread like a sacred desert
Covered by the night smog from distant fire
And spreading its scent of infinity all around
Endless white and unanswered questions
Signs of surrender and peace so bright
All across the white blank heaven
Slowly it dissolved in the mystery
Just leaving a proof of its existence
And giving me unsolved new puzzles
A new one every single time
But in no time its white again
Leaving me clueless and more amazed

Seasons with colours and grey passed
And im still sitting with the inkless pen
To pen the story of existence
Aiming to break silence of the wind
To solve the blankness spread wide
My story of existence will begin
When the white blankness clears
Giving me words and lines to write
Till the day the divine sky clears
Ill be waiting with my inkless pen
Gazing the white sky spread above....


Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Its has to rain

Eventually it has to rain
Sky has to go dark and cloudy

Then a moment of windy silence
Leading to a never ending downpour

No matter how hot the summer was
Melting our green earth to brown

No matter how the clear the sky was
Like the vast wave less ocean above us

Even if its the spring time coming ahead
Or the dark winter days coming up

Sky has to go dull and gray
Waiting for the word to spread

Then a moment of anticipatory hush
Leading to an awaited cloudburst

For the dust to settle into its place
After flying high and wide from its blood

It has to come back with the deluge
For a new beginning and rising

Be it spring time ahead or the dark winter
It has to rain..Those drops should fall...


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