Friday, March 23, 2007

nothing new.....
nothing old.....
nothing happy.....
nothing sad.....
nothing happens.....
nothing done.....
nothing concieved.....
nothing aborted.....
still is the air.
still me.
Still you.
The world spins n spins.....
Nothing never stops.....

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Walking on...

The sand slipping beneath my feet,
The coarse grains,
Scratching and piercing through the thick skin,
A wave washing over the unwanted sand,
Leaving behind unwantd salts.
The crabs pushing forward,
The green blue slimy shells.
The flesh cutting through the beauty,
Goes straight to embrace the sand.
A little deeper inside the sea,
Standing on the silt,
Feeling the world pass beneath my feet,
With every wave,
I pass away too.
And yet the next wave,
Brings me back,
To the same sand,the same silt,
The same shore with a different name,
And I am the same stone,
With the same heart,
Which beats against every grain...

Saturday, March 03, 2007


Like the earthworms,
Wriggling out of the ground,
When it rains.
Ensuring survival is a game of hide and seek.

Like the spider,
Spining a web,on and on,
Suspending the self.
Ensuring survival is a game of hide and seek.

Like the hawk,
Steadily stalking the prey,
Soaring high in the sky.
Ensuring survival is a game of hide and seek.

Like the caterpillars,
Metamorphosising into cocoons,
The tender cover produces colours.
Ensuring survival is a game of hhide and seek.

Like the insects,
Camouflaging into the world,
Decieving the danger,securing strife.
Ensuring survival is a game of hide and seek.

And now the most important part of the post.
A very happy holi to every body =) Celebrating love with colours.Hmmm... All the reasons to feel happy. May all the readers be painted in different hues of love.

I am Sorry!

Koi kissa kahani nahi kehna chahti, Roohein roz bikti hain yahan, Aur humne outraged ho kar khoob dekhein hain tamashe yun hi. Mai...