Fathoms of a Pandora mind!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Enigma

ENIGMA

In your eyes fathom down

Ocean amor of deep blue brine

Whirlpools, ripples amidst surfing tides

Your moods and fanciful whims

Like enchanting moors meander along

Meadows of green and pastures wide

A melody in every music you play

The gypsy wants to dance and sway

Charms me back to you away from my truant ways

Your temple of illuminating thoughts

An intellect build of wisdom and words

Enlightens my faith in all evens and odds

An enigma I behold

Your pure soul divine

Nostalgia or some magical rhyme?

Sunday, September 15, 2013

My Sweet Revenge

You promised me a lot

But you kept none

I promised you nothing

Yet i give you my all

One day tired from your failures
You will fall

Very hard on the rocks

Washed ashore on grainy sands
Amidst the black tempest,

If i walk by then

I will lend you my hand

Save you, smile at you

Then away very far, far away
Disapparate into the dimensions where time sans

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Let go

Its time for you to return home

Nobody there for you

Your turn on the road to walk alone

No more waiting for you

You will be here i know

My trails you follow

And more i wanna run, i do

To lead a life wheres no you

Move on as i let you go

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My India!

Rainbow drapes the mounts in north

While the deep blue ocean roost in south

Bounded by sandy desert on westward

Theres a bay once you traverse to eastward

Where a song is hummed in languages more than all birds know

Where the peacocks all dance to the rainy tune

Where stars are not celestial but from the celluloids

Where dreams are big and bold in those childish eyes

Where the “zero” of all things began

Where many epic wars were fought

Great minds and braves were born and brought

Is that land now free for all......?

For safe haven of women, theres a fear stalled

For entrapped minds in superstitions false

Education not yet affordable to all

Walls of faith still used for dividing all

From people in reign not doing their job

Blame it on us for not being the change...
But watching ourselves of our freedoms robbed!

Friday, August 9, 2013

The Dandelion

Not nice not real

Too fancy is the dandelion

One blow, and it all flows

Into the unknown oblivions

White and feathery

Oh so dreamy

Like the insomnic eyes

Fragile so easily unbinds

From the superficial ties

When does this all end

Untill everyone has despised?