An honest goodbye

“i’m going away now darling”

i whisper as i tiptoe across your room.

and i won’t run

for i don’t want you to come

chasing after me.


i will sneak out

in the dead darkness of the night.

When the wind is rustling

into the leaves with delight.


When you are dreaming about me;

sneaking into my room,

while i lie in my bed

with a letter in your hands, and

satisfaction painted

into your face!


As i tiptoe down the stairs,

with my suitcase,

i watch the picture – of you and me.

Those beautiful memories,

they all seem too heavy – to carry!


The lights – they blind you

if you don’t shade your eyes!

The sound – it hurts you,

the echoes of the lies.


But the souls you meet,

with angels inside them,

you never know what they bring to you,

a handful of laughter,

and a pocketful of smiles!


you plea for the food
the ones in the boot
when the master and the slaves
stand over the loot
you get what they give
with patience and pride
you take what you get
with an innocent disguise –
the one you have learnt to wear
through all these years,
of tears and laughter,
of turmoil and happiness

you have all you want!
but what you need, you don’t get;
you do what you should
but what you must, they won’t let;
you feel the heat above your head
shadowed by a solace;
you trip over the ice cube
and cut your face,
the pain, you don’t feel,
the blood gets washed away!

and all you asked was the food.
that damn food!
the ones in the boot
all you needed was little love;
in your hearts that grew.
and what you got…
you never noticed,
you never knew!

This endless sea

Deep into the dark, green forest

is an endless sea.

and standing in the middle , with my hands tied to the clouds

it is me!

Watching the waves that strike gently

into the rocks that laugh at me.


i wonder, wat is there

to evoke such thunderous laughter.

The breath sucking thirst, and the schorching heat

the vastness of life and not a soul to see!

The age old boat, with the skeleton of the thief .

They all look so well to me.

They all look so good to me!

And, the waves and the endless sea,

they seem to be at peace with me.

In Pursuit…

So, i said,

if you want a good life

stay away from me.

i’m nothing but trouble!


if you want to live life,

come with me.

We will get out of this bubble.


So i said.

and…she left.

Nothing comes for free

Nothing comes for free,
freedom has its own cost,
sometimes you pay,
sometimes you make others pay,
either way,
you get tangled into this worldly joy.
and struggle –
to survive another day.

Nothing comes for free,
even freedom has its own cost,
you walk around with your burdens
and imagine that they are lost!
and before you realize,
there comes another fear
there comes another pain
wrapping you around with
deceptive happiness.
No more no less,
you’re thrown again,
into the same regretful disgrace!


When i can’t fake a lie,

will you pass it by?

When i can’t take the pain,

will you let me cry?


When i come to you unable to sleep,

do sing me a lullaby.

When you have to leave without me, in my sleep,

do leave with a smile.


If you see me ragged and cut

Pray! Don’t close your eyes.

When i beg for death, fed up with this life,

will you let me die?


i’m looking into this world,
to find me a soul
that would hold, my heart
and lead me… out of this misery

sometimes i feel old
with my stories untold,
while i sit with you
enjoying your company

i’m watching time fly by
and soar beyond the horizon
until my mind tires.
i’ve lost my sense of emotion!

A wish:
If i could see
through your eyes,
i know beauty
could never hide.

Dear Parents,

i’ve seen tired feet,
unable to walk
to the places in their dreams

i’ve seen vile eyes
shadowed by the
fluids of treachery

i’ve watched stooped shoulders
unable to carry
the happiness that comes

i’ve seen people grow old
and feel weak
too early.

the wrinkles
and those silver strands
those regrets
and lamentations of
unopened gifts,
of missed chances
in those lonely hours.

i don’t fear old age;
what i fear is the wastage
of this time
when i can see and choose
fight and loose
still feel strong,
try things
and learn
flee to the unknown land
and still return.

i fear
running away
from what i crave
postponing this happiness
to a time
when it matters less
i fear, to rest
before i get tired.

i wish to search
for things i can gather
for the years to come;
some stories to tell,
some people to think of and miss
some moments of joy
some eternal toys
friends who care
things to share:
beauties of this world,
those that have never been told

responsibilities come and go
responsibilities hide and show
they change,
when you think you have found them

i wish to live this life
with what life has to offer
life is long enough
until we pick up pace
i wish to linger around
for a while.
this time and place,
they are here for me
i know there’s a lot to see
beyond this fence
and i don’t want this to change.

Dear parents,
i thank you for giving me a beautiful childhood
now i wish to enjoy my share of youth.

Movie – Into the wild

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;

There is a rapture on the lonely shore;

There is society, where none intrudes,

By  the deep sea, and music in its roar;

I love not man the less, but Nature more…

– Lord Byron

The movie starts with this poem.

i say, you say

i say
don’t leave your enemy so beaten up that they can’t get up to follow you
you say,
kill that loser!
i say
don’t act as if you know everything, there’s more to come
you say,
i don’t want to learn!
i say
if you work today, tomorrow you will be free
you say,
tomorrow, i’d still be working!
i say
life is not just fun
you say,
enjoy life, everything has just begun!
i say
life is short
you say
life is long enough, do anything you want, take your return ticket for the short journeys
i say

you say



as you’re taking yourself out of my mind
as you pretend to sacrifice, and act kind
i sit here watching my precious find
this rage, that drove me blind
i wish to keep it!

i wish i could see what you see,
i pray that there’s
no such thing as eternity
for i wish to end this soon
this tragedy
of lost souls

fear returns with joy-
a clever decoy
and i fall down on my knees
unable to cry
i’ve shed them tears before!
enough to leave me dry
and now,
walking with this
cute little disguise,
i’m just a puppet
dancing without strings
i’m just a slave
to what life brings
following the memories
of the tugs and pulls,
the torture and the lulls
i find myself missing them again.

i paid for freedom

still paying the cost.

Of all the things i’ve bought,

freedom cost me the most!

A Flower, A Dream

send me a flower if you want to
i wont lie to you, i want it too
send me a flower and see it leave you

its not that i would touch and feel
its not that i could ever smell

a flower in the air,
a sweet little prayer,
a dream that we might walk into,
a valley where the cotton winds flew,
send me a flower if you want to.

give me this moment, a color from the rainbow,
this undefined scent, the wind so mellow,
color the deserts and the staleness below
send me a flower and watch it flow.
send me a flower and watch it grow.

The Carnival

There’s a friend
sitting beside me,
and i don’t know his name.
There’s this friend,
that smiles at me,
and as i do the same,
i try to recall his name.

There are people
playing around me,
and i don’t know the game.
There are people
shouting and cheering,
and as i do the same,
i try to learn the game.

There’s a love
waiting for me,
and i wonder if it came.
There’s this love
awaiting eagerly,
and as i do the same,
i wonder if it came.
i wonder if,
it ever came.

There’s this band
with the music,
and people dancing in the rain,
and as i stand up
to do the same,
i wonder,
if i’ll ever see her again.

Woody Craftsman – Primary Education

Spit the ego!
Let that feeling go.
Try to find something you can take along with you
instead of holding onto what you can’t carry!
Give life a chance to make you
instead of fighting against it
to make your life.

What’s in a speech that vexes you?
What’s in a silence that tortures you?
Did you try milking a hen?
Yes, you are insane!
If you don’t want to understand, i can’t make you.
Do i need to explain that too?


I look at them,
those children,
never needing to know
where their partners came from
caring not
what the other was called.
Such intimacy!

I look at them,
running around,
falling down, and crying –
tears of pain!
I wonder who comforts them,
for i see them, laughing again.
I miss my innocence!

What is it that we learn
from this world
that takes us away from it?
What makes us worry?
What makes us uncomfortable
by an honest, silent company?
They taught me how
to take myself away from me.
i pity, this wisdom, injected into me
a tearful glance
at my past.
I wish to run after
a fate, a chance
that would last.
I miss my ignorance!

Shaman’s toast

imagine the spirits that arise to tingle your thoughts,
a mere curiosity,
a simple phenomenon that drags us blind with fear
but all that is there
are broken promises,
broken hearts,
unbroken walls,
that blocked the desire
cheers to the ghost
an honest toast
in memory of the life that seems to be wasted
in the hope of it being arrested
by the infinity
i will be there when it happens!