Thursday, June 14, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Tunes of maya.
Walking past the rhythmic waterfall
I sat on the splashy rainbow
flashbacks of my life passing by
encircled by the tunes of maya
encircled by the tunes of maya
rising with the tunes of maya
It was a gloomy rainy morning
When i went up the soggy green mountain
Awakened by magical thinking Overhearing levitating yogis
Who named you as the fruit of life.
And who observed the flow of maya.
I lost u during the summertime love
Then I came to u when she left me alone.
You made me a happy rolling stone
you showed me flashy sunrise
I never thought of u as bizzare
Unless we were few hours apart
Then I tried to become myself
but mind was in the flow of maya
oh I was listening to the tunes of maya.
Walking past the rhythmic waterfall
I sat on the splashy rainbow
am on the magic mountain top
flashbacks of my life passing by
encircled by the tunes of maya.
encircled by the tunes of maya.
rising with the tunes of maya.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The Mystic Pathway.
The random paths I chose to wander,
Leaving me within the body I was born.
I know I no longer matter to the world,
This prompts me to take a deep look around,
To see the world that rolls without me,
I am just a lost spectator in time,
Without a typical movement ahead.
Yes sometimes its easy to be all alone,
better to witness without response,
Like an invisible ghost watching you,
Walking through the random paths so long,
I see the colors of the lightened city,
yells of the young and alive country,
I meet the strange people who passby,
All in groups and some alone,
Lost in their talks and moving on.
I don’t remember the story of my life,
And still cant solve the mysteries of mind,
I pretend to have had a sweet past,
But never can be a nostalgic man,
Ignoring all the vague memories that haunt me,
I prefer to be this lost spectature.
I could see the tipsy teen punks in groups,
besides porsch nightclubs all ready to date,
I pity the goodlooking hustlers waiting along,
to get laid for living their tangledup life.
The world around you is an obscure fantasy,
Its the unique people who make it blissful,
I don’t have anything to lead me on,
Tats when I think some moments were precious,
The colors in my life were revolving around them.
Now the paths are just fading away..
I am not sad but there’s nothing to cheer me,
This state I live makes me feel empty,
I always believed life is full of surprises,
But now I find its all repetitions,
World keeps rolling and am a happy spectature..
The nights are longer than ever before,
I started to dream with open eyes,
This dream I know is never gonna be real,
I merge in to it without any hope to fulfil.
I forgot what are expectations in life,
This routines are gently becoming me,
What I do is no more a plan,
Everything just happens as I get along.
These random paths I chose to wander,
Leaving me within the body I was born.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
A Backwater dream
Once I was Gazing
at the Green windy paddy fields ,
Oh green paddy fields,
I love my paddy fields.
Gods own splendid country is where I come from.
The land of swirling backwaters ,
cruising cosy houseboats .
We relish Swimming in the day light ,
Rowing raft across the island.
Exploring Lonely golden beaches,
meet few gambling beach boys.
we snooze under the palm shades,
blissful memories eventuate…
Often halt at the tea shop
,
Besides the crumpled wooden bridge ,
Fishing till the sunset,
Sipping cups of black tea.
The souls of the departed farmers ,
Whispering in the country breeze,
Who were Struggling all day and night,
Waiting for the good times.
My buddy owns a farm house ,
We spend nights building camp
fire ,
Frying sardines and mackerels,
High on country music..
Midnight rambling in the wilderness
We are lost in the darkness.
moonlight guides us back together
to sing the country song of love
across the green
paddy fields….
Oh green paddy fields,
I love my paddy fields.
Gods own splendid country is where I come from.
"An experimental tuning of the backwater dream".
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Blue Summer beat.
Oh I was trying hard to find me forever,
The thought that u’d never come back to me.
I could never run and I could never stay,
and I could never know what life is meant to me.
I wish the nights were endless with u in my arms,
And your eyes were shining with the twinkling stars,
And when u touched me, kissed me & caressed me gently ,
I was feeling high and I was feeling love.
I was rambling on the stormy seaside cliff,
From where I could see ships drifting to the sinking sun..
My scattered thoughts were turning deeper blue,
But the waves were whispering an utopian tune.
The night was cold and I was all alone,
Wrapped in blanket of the natures love.
Arranging stars above to form constellations,
I saw u r blinking eyes in the midnight sky.
Now its been a while since am in the city of angels,
Where I met miss laure at the opera house.
She had charming looks and I loved her smile ..
Now am spending summer in her fantasy world..
I was such a fool to be lost in u r memories,
And the painful days when u moved away.
But my mind is healed more than ever now
And we are on the way to the city of dreams....
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