Vain by Wine

Fine dining and the folklore
Slow dancing by the riverside
Shy whispers of nothing in your ears
The hints of smile in the gaze of your eye
The sweet nothings of being in love

Say you are mine
Line the cloud with silver galore
Let the bosom rise in pride
Hold me like a child so dear
Let the smell of our togetherness never bid goodbye
Handle me today with those kid gloves, my love



A team so fine
The sway of my step, envious furor
Gurgling laughter of a to be bride
Flushed in pink, an eye full of tear
Pretty as a dream, a dream to rely
Feels like being on seventh heaven above, my love.

Life, a goldmine.
Polished gem of times labor
Withstanding the tests of tide
Unspoken, content, our hearts we bare
Stolen glances, crowds we belie
Rekindled, and warmed our hearts,
oh those memories of being vain by wine, my love.

A Landless Claim

In the draught of it’s sort,
on the lofty lands where sun dried mountains part.
Thirst is the instinct to survive.
Parched and decrepit, the feeble hands of mankind.
They fumble to carry on,
choices exist no more, a pessimists call.
A complete lack of appeal to futile promulgations of how one should go on.
A lifetime in a glance, envision what crosses the mind of one in such adversity.
The serene look is an oxymoron,
incongruous to the disquietude inside.
Ashen, gaunt and worn down.
Cowering back of the macerated moral stance.
In moments of self deprecation
eyes glistening in pain
for everything from here is hope, largess and godsent.
A landless claim.

Writer's Intention

I write not for documentation,
I write not for the world to see.
I neither track the past,
Nor intend to map the future to be.

Fickle in mind, strong at heart.
There are immense changes indeed.
Time has it’s ways,
Of tendering thoughts, harboring emotions on random plea's

Inebriated, many things catch one’s fascination
on a flight of fantasy,
no white flag on the mast,
no apologies for what one wishes to be.

Ending where one began, afresh, from the start.
sinuous, devious exploration of paths to freedom.
captivating, enriching, the journey of one’s soul.
realization of who we are, one could not capture more.

I write not for applause,
I write not for an uproar.
I neither seek sanctity,
Nor intend to reveal more.

Proverbial Truth

It was not so long back,
One stopped to wonder why
It never struck us that, beauty is ephemeral
We all are a construct of the essential 5 elements, that give us life
And yet as we live,
We don’t live to meet the ultimate truth
For the life in us makes the world the way it is,
The ephemeral truth

While this may sound dark
Not befitting an occasion, I write to you on
What really, I’d like to convey is,
There’s nothing more beautiful, than the creation of god

Maybe this is reason sufficient,
to appreciate ourselves
and each other, for who we are
Although one may not be around too long
We cannot deny the indelible impressions
and their glory that carries on

One’s reflection is the best critique
only if we pause to think why
The answer is neither too superficial,
nor so deeply embedded to escape one’s eye
We’ve seen ourselves,
and we’ve seen ourselves through the world’s perception
at the end of the day
what u take to bed is nothing more than, a breath of air

with each day an individual grows
-each moment one shares
with each memory one becomes invincible
carving one’s niche - waddles through the world- a powerful script- a gamut of characters - a dramatic play

Life's come a full circle

Life’s coming a full circle
Or is it a change of season
Metamorphosis and transformation
Nothing is perpetual
Change is permanent
we are but temporal

Our instincts stimulated by reactions
Reaction of one,
to forces both internal and external

a day spent in glum followed with one appreciating the simplest pleasures

life’s coming a full circle
or is it about taking each day as it comes
Philosophies and literature
Driving inspiration
Value system is certain, our behavior to them sporadically charged

Our beliefs rooted in utopia
Utopia complimented by practicality
Building nuances of individualism

Life's come a full circle