Thursday, September 11, 2008

OuT Of The WiLd





Sleepy grey with a tinge of glint;
Footprints on the damp soil;
Gush of wind chasing wilderness;
The blackness hides crooked questions' coil.


The phantom throngs never depart;
and the deafening Babel rain;
the directions misleading the course;
as I change the tread again.

Farther, the landscape entice;
but tired limbs betray;
I oppose the tease and garner strength;
“No more wander; Here, I stay."

And then I felt the beauty;
It blinds;
I am through now.
I am out of the wild.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

TRAVELER



Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
To carry on the show;
I tasted height; flew in air;
Now have to rise from the floor;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
The river is wild but had to row;
the wildness will hide after time;
The calmness will reside in the flow;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
and It happened before you know;
if I stop I will be with nothing;
If I move; I don’t know where to go.
But still I believe in your say;
I had to leave the bay;
and swim the dead sea,
Walk the desert with bruised toe;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.