un-click it

I am just a container
of your fuddled thoughts
those inane ideas
out of gravitation poses
I try to be as patient as I can
and smiles in flashes
in the dark
in the day light I hide in surroundings
unknown objects interest me most
or the expression of the young
or even the old, guileless those are
that bring me serenity
When my shutter closes,
I trap the world in
sealing in fate

"why don't you tell me 
who will let out my trapped images
the ones which don't see the light ever-
you ought to put a button
captioned indecisive option on the top
and let me, the camera, speak?"

walk the past

Photo credit: Neil Alexander

a broken past lies in the ruins
still we hold on to it
clutch it like a baby does with a toy
ghost of our memories
travels through the secret passages
with no respect for future
why not demolish the palace
and let the creatures of the deep dark forest take over?

but the world is too busy destroying mankind

scrolled

rough notes
fragment of snatched words
unspoken yet loud
I find on that bench
in a hollow pipe
you left that scroll aeons ago
and the sign read thus

silence

gravitational pull

"I want to sizzle with you in the beach"
when I uttered those words-
you turned towards me,
those glorious eyes examined me

"then I disappeared into a crater"

you gotta be here, you gotta be there

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in the streets
lost in the abyss

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that roadside
my mind split so wide?

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that corner
reading a tattered copy of Homer

sweet child o' mine
why don't I see you anywhere
you gotta be here, you gotta be there

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you on the roof-
of your existence, I had no proof


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Sweet Child o' Mine is the third single by American rock band Guns N' Roses, and the third from their 1987 debut studio album, Appetite for Destruction. It remains one of my favourite songs, of all time. 

don Juan goes psychedelic

is that all there is-
left of your psychedelic underwear?
it did help in taking my mind off
from the seven deadly sins
finally when I see you give those up-
dear, dear John, 
I am no longer interested in you
hope you quench your thirst
by visions of the future
lolling in the company of
saints, monks, and meditation

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I had fun writing this. I simply let go of myself and ended up with a poem which might not make much sense. But so what? 

radiating rays

I expect you to walk out
towards light
radiating rays go outwards
never to converge
I watch acrid summer
paving a way for you

"come walk out from that photo"

the middle is what we are

picture credit: Alison Jardine

I see a crack
a minor thing though
yet a line that disturbs me
you may dot the face
you can't gag the mind
it will fly free
even with thousand bonds
why maintain a travesty of gaiety?
go as deep as coral
or as high as sky

but do not omit the necessary middle

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I completed 6 years of blogging and as always forgot to mention it here. I have come a long way from June 23, 2005. I have more than 1000 posts here. Maybe I need new ventures. Let's see.

a statement

fire on your neck
burns the picture frame
square hole on the wall
makes a statement
your eyes lie to me
I hide the discoloured wall
with a tapestry
and write some numbers
in the margins of paradise

"with a twine, tie that ego"

fruits dance on the walls

picture credit: Chris Galford

in a blind alley
I find fruits
dancing with each other
drinking their health
butterfly steps out
when bees sting
I write graffiti
on walls

"do knock it down"