Why have i started feeling,divorced from the sphere?
why cannot i accept the happenings around me?
why is the world the way it is?

these questions often,
blow away my sleep,and
i am always left in,
robust dispeace.....

they find my destination,
different from them,
and are always amazed,
by my tandem....

eye after eye,
staring at me
finger after finger
pointing at me...

i end up becoming,
the ghost in their dreams,
my thought in their mind,
is flowing like streams....

the fodder of my tussle
is often cooked,
the efforts and attempts
are always overlooked....

i want to vacate their mind,
i want to wrap myself in ignorance,
i want to hide my dream,
i just want to disappear !

i conspired with the clouds,
to cover the whole of mine,
and endow the shower,if
the eyes find my sign....

as and when,
the eye gets dry
i want the clouds
to again cry....

slowly and calmly will i
depart from their minds,
and i wish never,
to come back and rewind...

the search of my cloud
came to halt,
as i packed my dream
around the brick wall...

the wall i built was full of eyes
blind eyes !
eyes in disdain !
i turned blind eye for every eye.

the miracle i found was
"ignorance is bliss"
though not always,but
sometimes it is !

all the way...
i bade goodbye,
to the days of hay.


strange into known

The time was new and so was i
blooming and overjoyed,i wanted to fly...

strange and unknon was the new locale
i stared and gazed at every single bizzare....

this was the place from where the roads start
and it very looked like a board of dart...

destinations set are always heavenly
but the joy rests in making the journey lovely....

my thousand mile journey began with this step
as i decided to smile at every single mess....

i started bridging gaps and moved across infantile
and now the jouney became the reason of my smile....


It was not defined rather weedy

it was not refined rather inept…..

as i crossed the offspring of my life

the obscured feeling started getting pride…..

i ended up making castles in the air,and

the day dreaming saw its height….

slowly and gently,it sprouted to the verge,and

the weedy thought became my urge…..

it captured my soul,my spirit,my mind and

now it ended becoming my life….

i knew my dream will not get its height

if the struggle does not go side by side….

blamed for ditching the routine of the crowd

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One More Chance

stony,stormy,rude,rustic and crude

was how the road looked

splendid,dazzling,pleasing,grand and angelic

was how the pinnacles unveiled.

I Surpassed the storm and

cleared away the stones,

I Swallowd the rudeness and

smoothened the crudeness.

 So promptly did my soul desired for the peak

that the eagle eye of mine passed over the bleak…..

In every single dream of mine

was the peak calling me to the cloud nine…..

Crushed to the core and

bruised till end

the spark of my only dream

started disappearing it seemed……

I asked the lord….was he so ruthless?

I waited,i stayed,i hoped

I sustained the tyranny

And the the voice within ,one day…reeled off  ……

“I am so near and giving up is never dear”

The only dream of mine called for

“one more chance”

This one is not just one

it holds within all those ones

which makes the staircase for

“THAT ONLY ONE” download


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sometimes i feel bounded,

sometimes misunderstood,

sometimes there is no propulsion,and

sometimes i feel compulsion.

The mania of this place,inflame the zest in me

The series of thoughts about not getting there

curdle the blood of my only dream.

I know

i have made mistakes,full of missteps

loaded with delusion,and

bundled with illusion.

But i still believe

i can upturn again,and

step up on the roads leading to “THE ONLY ONE”