A man’s mind dipped in chocolate

Mind’s dirt accumulated

In a piece of rotten land inside his brain

Frequent quarrels within

Suspended from fathom dreams of unknown origin

Lucidly declined

Transposed and filmed in a vacant space for disaster

Aroused and surrounded

By nights of fright and valor

A man’s mind dipped in chocolate

...is flagged for insanity until...

his trials dither in a stormy end...

...

..boundless..

Days wound up in a fraction

Doors wide open

Empty roads staring

An endless walk

Darkness surrounded

Chances forgone

Time stood still for a lifetime

It dint matter anymore

Where He was headed

or when He would cease...

...

'the Day After' blues...

My mind is a gypsy

Makes me wander through wonderlands...

My mind is a gypsy

No wonder its never at peace...



Thoughts could lead you wrong...

Time is a change and a cheat

One could chase empty grounds for miracles

And forget the answers...



Prolong the search. Don't stop.

For the lost kingdom was built on the very emptiness...



Helplessly unsatisfied...My mind is a gypsy yet...

Makes me wander through wonderlands...

My mind is a gypsy

No wonder its never at peace...

but not for long...prayers hang on...

...

Meloncholy...

Eyes cringe,

A strong sense of its arrival...

A Requiem set in motion...

Then angels have horns and devils don’t exist...

and How...

when i feel my breath go cold

there is a sense wondering why memories have grown old

this multifold life with multifold reasons

questions with multifold answers

strange equivalence surrounding

and entrapped visions

how lessons were learnt to forget

Where is tomorrow hiding?

Where would I be the day after?

The Theatre

The wind blew a song

The sea strumed a rhythm

Thunder roared; the lightning coloured the sky

With rain, the symphony was complete...

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A rainy splendor...

A walk on a rainy night with drops falling onto his face, an exhilarating experience – he thought. A smile he let out for no particular reason. He seemed happy that moment, happy for everyone he ever knew, happy for all the company he had loved. Staring up the sky that night revealed him something his thoughts knew but never this precise – nothingness - A blinded vision...pelting drops of wonder, strange he thought the road was empty and a voice within was mumbling some strange song amidst spells of frequent shivers. Magical vapors emanating out amused him, his shrill notes did gather the attention of few stranded four legged friends. Expressions wandered...Experiences drenched...That cold fathom night...He wandered away into the wilderness...within…

the untold story Down under...

...

It is raining...

The sky has opened...

The heaven’s tears...

Cool thy mound...


Lying still for the time to end...

Foraying into the worst of human fears...

The end had to begin...

The lights had to cease...


No less a day, this endless wait...

Posing no harm to all the nibblers...

I wonder what still remains...

Bewildering answers – aplenty...


It is still raining...

Caressing the wounded foe within...

Drenched in mystery...

Washed ashore a place in history...


The rains may have moved...

Presumed myriad nights continued...

None so realised...

No rain could really cool thy mound...

...

a dance in the dArK...

Dark clouds settling across the skies...

Palate of shades enveloping the mind...

Fleeting sounds transpiring memories...

Trickling down hallways of lost dreams...

Floating hopes seeking past...


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mY todays...

A strange wall blocking my thoughts forward

A strange sense befitting my relevance

A strange dawning of facts and figures

A strange gift of lights and sounds


a blank face staring out of the window

a blank look sent into this world

a blank note staring onto my face

a blank word uttered in desparate solace


Outside the window

All the different ways

Leads and confides in

All these different days

Surmounting and surrounding

In all these different gates


my thoughts...my senses

my being...my visions

my truth...my music

my ways...my tommorrow

my all...wound in a blurring liaison


………………

you & me...

Do I still figure in your thoughts…

Am I still part of your memories…

Or have we parted ways

In our own mad world of iron walls & boundaries


Where you have been

I would never be

What you have seen

I would never see

Little mighty dreams; dreamt & swept

Little do you know what they have been…

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dESIRe.

For long there’s been a want to put you in words

A wait to uncover this majestic riddle…

a living illusion is me

a living delusion in you...

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dangerous curves ahead...

Meticulous verticals

Dreadful tentacles

Forayed madness

Minted beautiful


Livid creations; Vivid thoughts

Lavish corridors & blasphemy

Dented philosophies

Marooned legacies

Dreaming, Gleaming…

Will they ever flee….

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Plentiful dreams

... i dream of a wish

that got lost
in the alleys of a vision

i dream of a day
i stand tall
among the shadows of giants

i dream of faces
those speak a thousand words
none i though hear

i dream of a tale
with an end in the beginning
none invokes a bigger pun

i dream of a hope
that shall surface
in the face of a fairy tale

i dream a glimpse of the past
that sunk midstream

& may well be that

dreams are born today
…but dead the next…

inevitably to be born again…
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Paradox...

Caught in one dreaming an other

Fall & trail when tried to be real

Leave and steal

This place, this face

Drinking and dreaming

One on top of the other

...

Its a paradox in the end

in all that is real...

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…excerpts from the (m)Ad world…

We run on the spark

That lights up our work

None’s sure if one creates it

Or one already has

But it sure crops up

To surprise our selves and all

At a ball or out there on the wall

May play in your mind for a while

Like a friend erstwhile

Wherever it is …

For all that it is…

It sure is one of a kind

Never down and done

Always on top of our minds…

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...tOmOrRoW is SpRiNg...

Feeling helpless

Seemingly endless in a line of thousand dots...

Down and done

With this day so long and dull...

All right YoU…

You better take your turn later son…someone said...

Better days ahead...You aren’t dEaD… :-)

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by the quiet waters of a lagoon...

singing songs...taking names

friends bygone... some insane

within a room...without a moon

so many a loon I thought …

by the quiet waters of this lagoon…

...

the dark night

looming around without its sight

my towering fright and that cold bite

thus we are & thus we fight…

I thought …so was this marooning lagoon…

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...mask in Glory...

Blind to the faith

Tied up behind the veil

Is a facade with feelings

Those have nowhere to vent

Seeking the nameless reward

On an endless quest

Infringing your self everyday

To tire out yet another one


Seen by none but you

The beautiful face with an eternal scar

Running with the tide

Behind the veil…

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That telephone rang no more…

Heard once more
Those words of the farthest kind

Ringing in my mind
Still lingering around

In Your words
Was an angry face

Those fiery eyes
Bring my thoughts to a stand still

That we met on a ride to nowhere
With no wings to fly…

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The screaming sun is just a Dream...

Walking back down a sleazy dream

Waking in a life I thought I knew

Fast and furious the faces spun

Tweaking and creaking like my notes unsung

For company, had words that transcend time …

… Firing salvos till they end in time…

And minds sitting pretty upon a pile of trials

Dreaming what is wrong on either sides…

One after the other…

…they all though disappear…

Trying to run from these flares

That seem to light up the darkest of my fears

I Walk back down that sleazy dream yet again

And Wake up in a life I knew that never was…

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