Saturday, 12 December 2009


The walls never close in..

The doors do not shut on their own..

Every other mistake, isn’t sin

Every other soul isn’t lone..

The waters aren’t always so deep

Words may be bottled , never tinned

Crimes don’t sweat out with every sleep

All candles don’t blow out with every wind..

I have lit a candle..

And I know not why..

It sways with every breeze

That caressed the mighty sky

It turns so pale at dawn

Even sees it blue

Golden yellow at noon..

On my face that simmers true..

It blends with the morning glow..

And dances in its rainbow light

But bathes in silver waves..

To soothe the ravenous night..

But I don’t feel its warmth anymore..

Just the cold breeze that sways its flames

The light hurts my eyes as they close

Against the burning blur of familiar names

The sun sets early in the blue

The clouds aren’t black, just grey..

Its more magic than pain..

For I feel suicidal today..

"The Night Train To Deoli"

um. well... this is sorta strange...
today in English class, we read "The Night Train To Deoli" by Ruskin Bond..
so this is what i thought after reading it.. i'll keep the tittle unchanged...

Posts and stations.. the dingy metal,
The empty vacant sigh..
The dust,.. the storm and the lonely train
Slowly whistling by
"BAskets!!Baskets!! Its strong fine cane..."
I still remember her cry
I still remember the haunting smile
When the train kissed the station good-bye..
Her hands shook when she held my dream..
Of making our songs rhyme
Her eyes glistened with unspoken words
That i wanted to tell her just one more time..
She said she would wait
But i can't find her now..
I just live with the resounding lack..
There's a question unanswered,
Whether it was love or not..
For which i keep coming back?
Its a fantasy,
I nurture inside..
A dream i pretend i can see..
I wish this mirage..
Could come alive,

And i could see her waiting for me..