My Precious


I used to be a blank canvas
Then one day whimsical mind took the brush
Soul brought all the colors
Now the canvas is filled with paint

Blooming like vibrant spring flowers

Lost and Found

He’s digging,
Digging with his bare hands,
Old pale hands are shaking yet firm,
His eyes filled with dust, almost blind,
He’s digging deeper and deeper,
Something’s lost,
Lost in in the folds of depth somewhere,
Lost in life of everyday somewhere,
Lost in so deep that
He even forgot what it was,
Was it water?
May be;
No, he shook his head
Not water;
Something else,
Though not water it’s a stream,
He started to feel it
In his breathes,
In his heart beats,
He started to dig fast,
Now he felt it in his blood running through veins,
He remembers now,
Remembers what he lost,
There’s a smile of his face,
Spark in his old, almost blind eyes,
He found his lost fire,
He found his words,
He found himself,
He found the truth,
He found back the imagination.


Dark closed cold cell,
Somewhere in distant bell ringing
Evanescing the sound,
He heard the sound,
He closed his eyes,
Tied his hands are
Chains on leg,
Too dark to look into his eyes,
No one knows what’ in there,
For a while now
The bell had stopped,
It’s all silent again,
Deep calm silence
Like death,
His sigh broke the silence,
At the same time in those mountains
A wolf howled,
He slowly opened his eyes,

Who is he?
Do you know?
You are wrong,
You do know him
So do I,
We all know that chained person,
He is the fire,
He is the spirit, the wind
The wind that used to
Blow through our blood,
He is the song
That used to make us wild
He is the dream, the craziness
That we forget as we grew up,
He is the child, the insane child
Waiting for the summer rain,

Do you remember him now?
Yes you do
Now open the door
Walk out in the ground
Look at sky
Spread your arms wide
And now scream, SCREAM
Scream for your dream
Close your eyes
See that dark cell
That chained man
Now you can look into his eyes
Its dark but still you can see his eyes
See, his eyes are determined
Look, his muscles are strong now
And now he is trying,
He almost breaking out of the chain,
Can he do it? Can he?
Well if you trust on him, then yes, he can
Just keep the faith,
He can do it
And look, he is about to...

misleading sonnets

Rainbows come, rainbows fade,
None did or does ever stay.
Life's best lesson is thus explained,
When the sun shines on a rainy day.
The wind that ruffles my hair now,
Shall be soon afar, forever gone away
Yet the fleeting pleasure moves me how,
How oft is today's trophy, tomorrow's clay!

Yet, not all moments become bygone,
Not all joy thaws asunder, shrivels or sway,
Like oysters bleed their pain to eternal pearls,
I ached alone all my life to win thy love,
Which none might ever see or speak.
Come, take my love which quietly wandered,
But never went astray.


The other day, I was in the shower
Watching the silver stream
Descend from perpetuity,
Obscuring me in a dream.

As I wetted my hand with water
I was drenched in its verve;
Engulfed in a trance so beautiful
I sought my unconscious half.

I put four droplets on the bathroom wall
Each small and round,
Gazed at them with sodden eyes
As they raced for the ground.

Each of them were in a hurry,
Trickling down the wall,
Jostling their way ahead
Crawling ,crawling, crawl.

One went dry before it made the sink,
One went down in a run,
The two other went meandering
Only to become one.

Four droplets sang the song life,
The sound of philosophy.
Ringing deep inside my soul
Was an insight poised subtly.

In the end it doesn’t matter
Whether you succeed or fail,
It’s what you have left in your path
It’s all about the trail.

A Dream

From this devastated hatred

Finally love will reborn

World will be healed again

No matter how badly it is torn

From this countless teardrops

And endless night of pain

Oneday happiness will rise

Dreams will peep again

Though now the ground is blooded

But soon thy bird will fly, the white dove

And world will be one like Imagine

Filled with peace and love