A miSTY HEARtBEAt !!!!!

Raindrops make a twinkling sound--
my eyes are closed, closed in the thunderstorm.


The heart skips a beat of romance-
the smell of mud engulfing my senses.


I climb higher, higher on mount despair,
Do i look for solace or consolation?


The ciggarate smoke blends a new concotion-
Each drop of ink screaming of anguish!!


The lights in the valley ignite an infinite depth,
I look for answers, answers and pain.


By now my heart has skipped an eon beats--
with my life and thoughts drowned in a cold mist.


Each night a new tune walks upon my lips,
my thorny love has been feasting on my skipping heartbeat.

The pAlAtE oF LiFe !!!

The spire of colours was his muse,
Ambiguous figures rose out of his palate.
The canvases connected in a prose--
Diving into the lake of naked beauty.


A glint in his eyes had sparkled today,
The spirit of masterpiece was calling,” ahoy!!”
He closed his eyes to the infinite dream,
Humming along the silent theme!!


The world was smeared indigo blue,
Painters dancing with red, green and hue.
Colours mingled as the notes of symphony—
The mind ran along like a wild goose.

He searched for the element—
To conquer his dream,
But his mind was ambiguous within.
The painter saints kept smiling along,
His frustration lent them colours and songs.


The tree of life gleamed in his face,
He suddenly awoke with shock & haze.
His beard had grown wise and white,
The world had passed an era in true life.


The painter sang a beautiful melody,
Painting that one piece in a soliloquy.
He finished that painting and sat galore,
“Oh! Lord” were his words—
Words before his ascent to heaven.

The maiden of the wicked highlands

The mud splattered on the path,
the drizzle had turned rain very fast.
Highlands of the folklore had come alive,
the lightning gave the land a scary sight.


The fair maiden came out for a ride alone,
her horse shook in denial of her force.
She saddled upon the scared creature,
ignorant of her uncertain future.


she rode fearless in her vast lands,
The rain striking hard her fair hands.
The horse got struck in a puddle of mud,
her fair grace was splattered and hurt.


Far in her eyes full of disdain,
she could see the old remains.
the pole of the legends shone bright,
she was never more scared in life.


Therein lay a old house beyond the pole,
she walked towards it with fear and hope.
An old lady answered her knock,
The maiden was looking back in shock.


Aunt whom she had lost very young,
was standing in her very front.
she still carried herself with grace,
and looked after her niece's tender face.


They both shared a tender look,
and truth was revealed in the very mood.
They talked and laughed over the lore,
It was made to protect this very home.


The home had an ancient history,
her aunt opened them in great revelry.
The maiden swore an oath of secrecy,
and rode back to her own destiny.

The winter Kiss

The path was drowning in snow,
but the sun gave it an enamel glow.
I walked on the meandering way,
with the snowstorm across my face.


The beggar asked me for a shilling in pain,
i gave him my coat shivering in vain.
The lamp post was glowing with panache,
I quickly ran for its warmth in haste.
A shadow was walking towards me,
The winter was not telling the true story.


My eyes darted towards the stranger,
the stranger replied with a piercing gaze.
The hazel eyes were searching me,
for i was sure there was a tale.
Those eyes were to haunt me forever,
as i was seeing them only till one hour later.


The stranger moved towards me with grace,
i think she was a woman from an earlier phase.
she took shelter in my shivering body,
I felt the bodies connecting in a soliloquy.


The warmth was fighting the storm,
Something weird was going around.
My eyes went big in surprise,
for she gave me a kiss in disguise.
The time stopped for a fleeting second,
I savoured it every moment.


The storm seemed to calm down soon,
I realised the sun was shining in noon.
She walked back without a word,
leaving me lost in my own world.
The beggar awoke me from my stupor,
I gave him a dollar returning the favour.
I walked back to my lonely home,
The sun shone on the path aplomb!!!!