Contour

Futile efforts
of
clinging on to the last known pedestal of faith.

Empty hours 
of 
half full confidence shots.

Never better, never worse.

The desire is only half lost  !!.....!!!

Truth Withdrawal And Shining After

There is no reason to be in this place

but Reality.

I have often wondered what will kill me first,

my fate or my sanity.

For there are no two roads with one better,

just choices

and apologies

and a lost love back home.

my wanderings seemed aimless, 

I could find the truth

at no temple

and at no dome.

So Here now,
barefoot on the moist clay

watching the autumn leaves fall again,

it reminds me of a cycle of letting go and starting anew

And i smile,

For I found the truth,

when i stopped looking for it  .

The Glow worms have cast away !!

Bidding adieu to the dazzling lights of the "urban" skyline,
the Glow worms have cast away.

crossing the horizons into neverland,

with no second glances to the grinning city lights.

The hushed voices of their mildly aching hearts emulating the stillness which prevails after the deafening crescendo of a firebrand choir..

Alienated by the land of a thousand voices and opaque souls,
their once sought after "Glow" now seemingly pale against the pyrotechnics of the sprawling utopia.

so

They fly away
in search of a place dim and infant
where the silky lullabies ease out into the night
and
the moon is still the harbinger of  tales from before.

They fly away
to fuel their dreams

and burn out

just to glow again !!

The Seeker !!

Standing tall On the precipice of the silver mountain
he gasped,
as he looked down into the vastness of the spaces below.

One more step forward and the comfort and glory of the zenith would give way to unfathomable oblivion.

unknown
undecipherable
intimidating

But then there was the thrill of the fall which beckoned him to take the leap of faith,
to drown into an existence of limitless possibilities.

And just as he was about to give in to the temptation,

He made the folly of looking back over his shoulders 
just once.

And he flinched.

The reality diffused his spirit of  bravado.

The "loved ones" urged him to retrace his steps and continue to foster in the warmth and protection on offer.
The trophies of his labour flashed, seducing his ego.
And then there were the murmurs  voiced by the "Society"  perpetrating his sanity.

The conflict began.
And as the anxious symphony of the struggle reached a deafening crescendo

A voice echoed,
from the recess of the holiest of all places

calm, 
firm,
pristine .

He listened 
and smiled


And Jumped !!!

Where Gravity Shifts Are CoMmOn !!

Beneath the silhouette of the fresh inky sky,

I sat cross legged

waiting

For time to rewind 

so that I can go back to the place where Gravity shifts are common.

Where the transparent walls between the conscious and subconscious

allow dreams to have a life of their own

and

Where the jitters and perplexity of the "Outside world"

are seldom feared.

Where i can still look YOU in the eye and spark a laughter

instead of

striking morbid keys to hopelessly revive a muted conversation.

So I sit cross legged

waiting

to go back to that place

where gravity shifts are common

and where i feel

"weightless"

YoU Are ReaDing Me !!!

The tenacity of WORDS is so resolute.

Looking up from the glossy whiteness,

challenging, to decode what lies in their depths.

And the beholder infers whether they hold unfathomable wisdom or just plain dry mockery.

Unnerved they are ,

expressing what they mean

and not thinking twice.

LIMITLESS

Sans mercy

Sans Bias

And then at times they reflect your own self.

With more perceptiveness and accuracy than a mirror.

They reflect YOUR Soul.

YOUR deepest secrets.

But don't judge.

And right now you are trying to see through me.

yes, I am me,

writing about me !!

Just One More Note !!...!!

The wind today is the same as it was

when i first felt the smooth , dyed wood of  YOU,  "My Forgotten Friend".

Of the few complete Ballads
and
The hundred Untold Ones,

seems like "MY FRIEND" faded midway,

trying to conclude a tale 

which could not find the way to the lanes of my narrow subconscious.

And then I remembered the familiar pang in my heart

holding on to the first  Eminor.

And the brisk, Basil like whiff of peace

of the first  Gmajor.

As the rains glide down my window now,

sucking me further into the vortex of serenity

devoid of clenched fists and gritted teeth,

And as You sing me a lullaby,

MY friend,

my Angel Of Sanity,

I just want to play one more note,

saying 

Thank you  !!!....!!!