the grass will smile again

the grass will smile again muted sounds of fishes gliding through calm waters trees clouds silent suns All saying the same thing Faint smiles and unknown frowns pathways And unknown towns they all say the same thing the trees the clouds Silent suns raging storms the beach and it's moist welcome will never be the… Continue reading the grass will smile again

It was in the dark It all happened A voice that sang a song On a hill It was dreamy and the air was still Her voice filled the air around us And sudden lights flashed With every peak and low of her voice She sang unknowing of the world outside Flowing in a world… Continue reading

A poem in the storm

Has the storm passed on? I need to jump out of that window said he Has the storm passed on? 'I need to run by the Meadows' said Me. It was quiet in the morning It came without a warning Has the storm passed on? I need to buy me a pen and a paper… Continue reading A poem in the storm

Flee, I shall but where to?

Flee, From this land of Death and ordeal From this land of deceit and falsehood, Flee, to be free. As primitive as can be, Nothing has changed not since the days of primeval man, We’re all, but primordial beasts, Hungered by the chains of power. Flee, I shall, But where? To a world where there… Continue reading Flee, I shall but where to?

Rail-roads and rail-tales.

Just at the train station , Subtle lights half-glowing in orange The sounds of a train that flashed by me Played like echoed haunts  from yesterday. Train after train went by me Sounds, that echoed just the same, But never quite the same. I wandered at the train station for a long time after, Still… Continue reading Rail-roads and rail-tales.

A still-lay monsoon afternoon.

A still-lay monsoon afternoon, Sombre sounds from shore-lines afar And the escalating voices of a soft, subtle-d rain. A Constant buzzing in the air From flies with dragon eyes All wandering in search of rain. And Clouds hovered , Over-faces undiscovered On a dull still-lay monsoon afternoon In Expectance of a something that was to… Continue reading A still-lay monsoon afternoon.

Echoed sounds of yesterday.

Just at the train station , Subtle lights half-glowing in orange The sounds of a train that flashed by me Played like echoed haunts  from yesterday. Train after train went by me Sounds, that echoed just the same, But never quite the same. I wandered at the train station for a long time after, Still… Continue reading Echoed sounds of yesterday.