How privileged 'am I?

One of those winter noons. The sun is dipping behind the puffy snow clouds, the left out light put out by the shady clouds. One of those days when I prefer to drop the blinds, turn on the yellow neon lights and let them shimmer out the darkness behind.

One of those days when I start my day with beer, feel elated and think I have the cure. Yeah, sure thing one of those days that happens to be my every other day. Suddenly out from nowhere springs a thought..no end for them though. I've realized that thoughts are directly proportional to the space in an emptied out bottle. I'm only glad that mine is pure and selfless.

This one happens to be on homelessness. Isn't it a privilege to wake up in the morning and not ACTUALLY worry about food? I mean I worry more about what my breakfast would be. Now I think of people who wake up in the morning with their stomachs growling and crying for one piece of loaf. The heart has got so numb that it doesn't know hunger anymore. Just another pain to live with.

I take a look around me. My comfort zone which doesn't make me happy anymore. Being relative stops when you stem from reality. For me right now reality is utopia. It is of being selfless. For a minute let me step outside this body and soul and take a look around. What do I get to see?

How priviliged are they not? The Gita and Bible and Quran does not answer the man in pain. To a hungry man, religion does not fucking matter. It does not. He has better qualms to silence. AM I not the sum? The ONE? If then, 'am I not answerable to that man's call?

Why do I walk away?

Beyond closed eyes

I look around this empty space
This endless drift of time has its toll

Age has crept into me in silence
'am I old enough to answer my past

The nite sneaks into my room
Casting dark shadows across

I rest on my elbow watching
There is another falling star

Another wayward cloud sails home
I watch and wonder at this web of life

I'm here, and this whole moment is mine
I only have to keep my eyes open.

Sequel

Is there a sequel to my life?
I ask and search..and rummage in darkness

The voice rings the chords of my breath
Them all, settles down with the dust of the day

Sadness..Happiness
wants and wishes...

The slow moon climbs
To the deserted heights

Perched on top of the dark tree of nite
She calls with unquenched thirst

Time ebbs..slow and steady
The sands of time, combed with the free wind

who wakes the Sun...who calls the nite
Orphans? or wanderers?

You and me..long in silense
As echoes in darkness

That calls and calls
to a time unknown, to a time unseen.

Serenity

I'd always wanted myself to flow
To flow alongst the river

To drift with the clouds
To sail with the wind

To transcend this life
And be some one else

To fathom the courage
To be someone else

Less benevolent than me
To be them, him..her

Whatever it takes
Share my life

Its a call, that last longer than the day pr the nite
Or the echoes that whispers in the valley

The valley of lives
Or the depths of souls

The longin lasts
The calls of my craving

Life as it presents
only lasts to its absence

I maybe wrong or right
I maybe present or past

The truth remains
I'm just another form

Breathin nd livin
To give it all.......to give it all

The Song Of Life

I have to tell you this
Those day how much I miss

Long road shimmering with sparkles of gold dust
The hour with in a minute's reach of twilite

Was me, the road, 'nd them
Together alone, just in time to savour the day

I feel the sand in my hands
Through the window of the beach

I saw the world beyond
When my dreams knew no horizon

It was about the hour
About the minute

Seconds never rested
I just used 'em all.

The ecstacy of memories

Its been awhile since I touched this canvas. A case of days seeing less of me. I do live in them, just dont have time to jive. At this age I gotto love the things I grew old with. Being young is no more an illusion, but a feeling thats alive. They are alive so long I've memories, so long I live in my past...on occassions. These times present itself. I dont care when and where, if its nite then I'm a dreamer, if its day then I'm sailing on the high seas.

Memories are what makes us better. But then the paradox of life is, I dont remember living them moments, but I do now. All I remember are the laughter and sunshine, endless days and seamless nites, friends from every corner and love from all ends. I dont remember anything bad about it.

Is it me? Is it the ME in me...that laughed silently, talked charmingly day after day, breathed with an apetite for life and fed on my living moments. Those are the days, those are the times.

I also stop to smile how much, just how much this life has me in its clutches. The road I travelled, the people I met, the songs that opened me to a whole new world.

Ah! to fathom them all, if I'm to speak about 'em all..it should be the longest yarn...I would weave and weave and weave.

The fabric would be a rainbow.

Nothing is Everything

I'm scared of my thoughts
Its like an endless abyss
The more I think the more I sink
The gravity of the abyss - so fierce and thirsty

I keep looking around
familiar faces vanish
as reflections on rippled water
the stillness so aloud

Of screams and echoes
of deserts and storms
dry and turbulent
cloud faced sorrow passes the land

the drift is complete and profound
I see the dust settle down
the setting sun moans a melody
to the enliven nitewhat a life, what is life

I roam, I wander, I look, I ponder
in the end I look to her
as humanely as possible
so much in disguise
Shes hidden in them all

in the blue bathed sea wasped
by the sky scapes
in the dormant volcano
ready to breathe again

from land to sea, from the depths to the ether
I stand with a very small chance, I just have time,
enough to breathe it all in
breathe out life, nothing else, nothing more.

Serenade - The Ballad Of LIfe

Still of the night
I can hear the very distant moan
Of the roaming breeze...
fades away lonely and lost

wasped in this darkest hour
I can see life flowing on, on and on
The night breathes along
Of shadows and stars

not many a times does this ecstacy
so familiar still a stranger
has a tryst with me
we sit together during the time

when we forget to yawn
wide awake to life
I surrender, to bygones, to todays and tomorrows
For I know this moment has its moment too

Sand dunes

The sun has left me thirsty and parched
As a fine mid-summer night brews a wanderlust heart
I see my future glow in the satin night
Between my eyes and the yonder sky

Only these dreams that talk to me
carried on the drifting wind westwards she flows
these dreams that blossomed with the night
I vanish behind this nightscape..profoundly silent, unnoticed

The moments spill out from the couldron of time
Scattered and robbed of my breath ...I sail away
I swim and surf to the contours of my thoughts
they never cease to talk and I never stop to listen