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In the harmonious eutaxy of heaven
delusion of plutocracy faded
afflatus surged through him
consciousness sunk into abeyance
and lucida was to set down;
nowhere but in his heart.

Borne upon the shaft of glory
consciousness hit his naivety
and he started carolling with birds
gliding with the wind;
when lodestone imbued affection
caressed his soul.

Liberated from all albatross
now he is riding the clouds
sailing through the sky
crossing the unseen boundaries
reaching for lofty limits
to touch the ecstasy of euphoria.

Wait and watch the whiz kid or follow your heart!





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Her love for thyself betrays her the most
Her hatred hates her the most
Her shadows enlarges to dwarf her down
Tornado of thoughts shrinking her existence
Emotions flood up and demons of grief splutters the vile.

It is then a star shoots up
with a promise to cheer her up.
To bring the light of love to her
a touch of care to her mind and soul.
and to kill the demons of her life.

Now the demons are gone
and she miss hanging on with them
she miss the words of it
none of which could be real
but still sounded better than the reality itself.
And she wonders if she is missing the demon itself or its happy cavort.

She closed her eyes searching for the answer,
lingering through the geminated joy and sorrow
of life perceived to be lived with demons
and suddenly eternity strikes her
ghost of demon appears for the last time
to plant the final kiss on her temple
for the final hug and a touch to feel loved for her lifetime.
Confused between the angelic nobility of the daemon
and devilous vigor of demons,
she falls prey and is in love with the daemon of demons
wanting nothing but to be daemonized;
wondering for its real identity.

Under the Cover

maxresdefaultI flourished under your cover like a turtle,
I remained tender & slender
and yet your shield gave me protection and courage
to lurch through the battle of life
and win the race even though better
counterparts competed around me.

I enjoyed all seasons of life under that cover,
unaware that blaze of summer was enough to burn me down,
chill of winter could crack my skin and shudder the core of me through flesh and bone,
pouring joy of autumn could transform into wailing sadness,
and spring would loose all its color someday.

Gravely unfortunate was the day
to find that cartilaginous shell shrinking.
With the shrinking heart I moved out of the shell
and tried to shield what covered me for so long.
I failed and failed miserably to be the shield;
to find my cover loose its voice
insinuating quietness of lifetime into its beloved pride.
I failed and failed miserably to be the cover;
to only watch and witness my cover shrink and nebulize into bundle of memories to cherish for my lifetime

Ghost ride

Image courtesy "Hal Eastman Photography"

Image courtesy “Hal Eastman Photography”

Having lost the sight of silver lines,
she rides the ghost in lurking darkness.
There is no vision of tomorrow,
there is no reason for this sorrow.
Stranded alone in this gloom,
where dreams have no dimension,
thoughts have no direction;
She rides the ghost.
breaking through the frames of illusions,
to face the delusions.
Waking up after a snafu dream,
adapting the quiet dogmatism,
to avoid further logomachy of keds;
she rides the ghost.
Racing against the shadows of yesterday,
passing through the hazy highway,
to embark upon the borders of tomorrow,
quintessential emotions rise and fall
with the gallop of ghost ride.

Life veins

Life veins

Life veins

Blood drained through the coaption of life veins,
dripping through the splash of colors,
shot harder and wider right in the middle,
where black & white dots are integrant to it.

These are the life veins,
emerging back from the gray shades,
raising from the pool of blood,
carving it’s scabrous journey
to the height of sun,
to the depth of oscean.

These are the life veins,
trachles through the gobbet of flame, fame, destruction & joy.
Dives to the hadal of sorrow and pain,
emits emotions de profundis in vain.
These are the times it gasps longer and deeper again,
to rise to the dais of sky
to catch the glimpse of rainbow
to fly with the wings of clouds.

These are the life veins,
floundering for the oxygen,
porpoising through the flesh and bones
regulates the circadian rhythms of heart and mind,
coalesce and lilts the saccharine essence of life.

O butterfly


O butterfly, the colors from your effulgent wings
has brightened up my day!
I wonder if you have borrowed it from the rainbow or from the petals of nurturing flowers.

O butterfly, thank you for your munificent fluttering,
I already see the colors of your juju wings, scattered around me.


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Lady with Dreams & Desires


She opened her eyes to a world,
she was not a desirable dream to.
Grimaced by the inclement ones,
embraced by the loved ones.

She detests the gray world.
She loathes the world even more,
where they only talk of colors,
without shading any upon her.

She is the brave lady,
without any strength in her arms.
She sees beauty through her eyes,
without inclining to possess any in her skin.

She leans to that tenebrous valley,
they call a dearth of life;
fearless she stands,
beaming with incipient desire,
dreaming to plunge away from the exiguity imposed on her.

She is the lady with dreams and desire,
not meant to be worshipped in her roles,
not meant to base her life on sacrifices,
a gamut of ebullient multifarious virtuous chichi.

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