What??

Little drops are
now bubbles in the sky
My dreams grew wings
My dreams can fly!!

And as sunlight crosses
a rainbow splits
I had slept alone
But I woke up amidst !!

for the shine,
the winged reflections,
are causing relaxing swell
along the suiting contractions.

Everything, now above my eyes.
All are enrolled in my sense
Flying, flying , flying away
are these my desires or pretense??

Objective Intellect

There were dunes,
and there were times.
There was a whistle,
and an uncanny rhyme.

and I was dwarfed,
sometimes by my thoughts,
my shines, my bloats
and my naked little footsteps.
I was belittled, I was dwarfed,
manytimes by my dreams
my carings, my screams,
and my unhindered desires.


The seasons went meaningless,
The scenery changed so fast,
the difference was left to rest.
and I was left meaningless.

The multicolored throng
tightened close,
looking at horizon,
cried out the prose:

"What you want changed?"
"What you would have?,lad"
"How it would have been,
if it wasn't to be this?"
"Would any changing in past
will lead you to your wish?"

and I know, they have me caught
No excuses or remorse can be bought
and with dwindling self
I admit with a shaking voice,
"Nothing better; Nothing worse"
and they say in unison
"Then just REST!! REST!! REST!!"

CLAMOUR

Nobody listens; they play the music loud;
Everybody holds an issue; everyone in the crowd.
So they shout; aloud.

Nudging the shoulders to find their way out;
Swamp of faces draped with piles of redundant doubts.
And they shout; aloud

The passage blocked; no hermitage of own;
The mob tightens close then why we feel alone?
Confused! I frown.

The clamor; the shout; I know where it hides.
It is buried deep down inside.
And I wait for the last;
When the noise will blast;

Then I will pick my squandered self;
For this clamor overrides the cry for help.