When? What?

I’m starting to see
the beauty in this place
this face
of my world
my place
no I don’t want to leave
not anytime soon
not when I feel
weak and defeated
When I leave
I want to go
with peace in my heart
with peace on my mind

What if you lose today?
What if you don’t get what you want?
What if you fall on your knees
on to the ground?
There’s no perfect death
you die everyday
and you wake up
with a desire to live more

There’s no truth
there’s no lie
all is what you perceive
and can receive

What is peace?
you can find tranquility
in a storm

What is pride?

Are there better things
to look for?

A walk to serenity

(This is something I wrote after a hiking trip to a buddhist monastery. In those days, I used to write a lot, don’t know what has happened these days ūüė¶ . Original post here: http://www.everestuncensored.org/2714/2008/06/12/a-walk-to-serenity-dharmaraj-foundation-monastery-amitabh-monastery/)

a walk to serenity

through the plains and hills,
through the shades of the pine trees
away from this feverish place
to a place where we can rest

a walk to serenity
where we discard our beast
where silence tortures us the least
where the sound of the chimes
soothes our mind
where the dark clouds pour rain
instead of just another gloomy day
where the eyes of the enlightened
watches us with respect
for we are at peace
with the nature,
with the world around us
with the creatures, that surround us

a walk to serenity
a moment of peace
a touch of the infinity
a moment of bliss

we walked the road
we kissed the reason
we met the non-existent
beyond the horizon!


The  body never stops you from doing anything that you can.

Its your mind  that holds you back

Like a rock tied to your timeline.

You drag it all the  way; no escape.

The heaviest part –

the darkest patch of memory

that sucks in your desires like a black hole

lives there happily.

So strong that you can almost feel it

as if it were a seed,

stuck in its growth

fossilized, and buried with the remains of the past.

My Shades of Gray

Lost in my memory
is a beautiful face,
lost in my memory
is her emptiness
Dancing and singing,
and with a rosy glow,
Lost in my memory
is the girl i love

Lost in my memory
is our favourite place,
far away,
an unknown street
where the flowers fly
and the lovers meet.
Lost in my memory
is a smile from above
gifted by the heavens,
to my love.

Lost in my memory
is her warm embrace,
the touch, the kisses,
the words of grace.
the tears in her eyes
the cry for solace.
Lost in my memory
is her lonesome face

Lost in my memory,
is her hideaway,
cloaked by the darkness,
where she used to stay
where she used to cry
and  she used to pray.
I keep it untouched –
the shades of gray.


says the dusk
as it enters…
into the shadows of the sunlight.
The cold light might appear,
surrounded by sprinkles
of the glittering sand.
And when the wolves howl,
there will be another life
there will be another portrait
of our image,
running around –

The night cries in delirium
for it cannot face this illusion
a blink …
agony turns into anger
and memory – lost forever!


20,000 faces, and 2 eyes to watch,

20,000 places, and 2 legs to walk,

20,000 thoughts, and 2 lips to speak,

20,000 wishes,¬†and¬†2¬†hands¬†–¬†bleak!


20,000¬†is¬†too¬†less,¬†maybe …

i still feel incomplete.