Dark Sunglasses

Dark Sunglasses

Dark sunglasses and rum

I thought I needed them

The rain was about to come

Blues and darkness at helm

Some tried, and then slumped

Blames, flames and strums

Thoughts strained on which it strung

Then, like smoke they plumed

The days of swinging over

Relentless was the makeover

Compatibility under cover

Those days I thought I lost all my power

And the sky went red

Like the amber, I read

The rain, always my friend

Stayed away at the end

There's always a clear sky

Which brings on warm smiles

Taking away the cold cries

Of the clouds, making life dry

Rainy NIght

Rainy night

That night, it rained heavily
Sat down on those steps peacefully
The wind blowed strong
Lightning too came along

Scary soul, pulled the limbs
Nostalgia, I did sink
And wet hair on the face
I looked on, it amazed

The so called devilish thoughts
The silliness and sprouts
Then the story of sweet apple
The effect is gonna ripple

The night, never ending
Sleep gone, thoughts were in
Why this distance, why this way
Head was breaking whole day

Never gonna get over this
Never want to, pretty please
That night, the most enchanting
Casting a spell, holding me in.

Whirlpool

Whirlpool

Wished for a shining star
Right now it's so stark
Which's pulling me into a whirlpool
And quickly tightening it's noose

Mind has it's crazy ways
As a wild horse, it strays
No stops, come what may
Short path to the grey

One slip and I fell
Twice, yes, I can tell
A life getting to jilt
Seems your heart wont melt

The wait seems endless
What else to confess
Words could save less
Nor the pleads, feels obsessed

It's all smoke and no fire
It's clouded and I'm tired
The whirlpool's downward drive
The place I choose to retire

The New Soul

The New Soul

What's in a name, really

This one's so special, not silly

Pretty naive, but sober as you speak.

And some leave, as you seek.

Eyes speak more than words
The start was a bit hard
Though, thoughts were like herds
Often it was bound homeward

I've had my lines for few
Often unread, in trash it's due
No regrets, no future too
As I fall and get up, I have to move

The green teas and daily coffees
The street down, that we see
The gossips and bitter sweet
Stories and some harsh realities.

Wonder how you read my mind
When life is having a grind
It's infact hard to find
Such a soul to unwind.

No Remorse !

No Remorse!

How cold are you, a question
I'm warm, I thought, my condition 
Now I need to find a direction 
If there are many such assumptions

Someone was a sweetheart 
For someone I had to leave my tart 
Someone used my heart for dart
Someone always gave me a start

When I see the cloud trails
Thunder which follows the rains 
It's fine, let there be a stain
Life well lived will have strains

Perfection never been a theme
No straight lines in my dreams
Some plants are not green
Thoughts born n died without greed

As the day shuts the door
A breeze comes arround the fore
A walk across the future shores
Telling myself, I have no remorse.

Reckless Stares......

New horizons I see
New hopes I seek
Altogether it's sleek
Some how, I did sneak

Yes, I tend to search
I knew, I need to stretch
And then, as an inevitable etch
As if they were in a sketch

They never saw me
Those eyes, brought back glee
Felt lm looking into the sea
Or so I did feel

I see the waves
I see you are so naive
I wish I was not so late
But I know the real state

Now you may sail away
In this shore I stay
Looking at the million waves
Thinking about those reckless stares..

Once !!

Once Upon A Day

Those eyes again told stories

Of dreams and and some mysteries

Warm thoughts and beriberies

As if we knew back centuries

Ray of light shines bright

Brings in hope and delight

Clouds, they cover the sight

Some only stay till the night

Day breaks and mood swings

Dreams flushed down the rings

Cup of misery adds to the stings

Down the road, with my six strings

Have to read between the lines
Have to do it all the time
Have to step aside and feel fine
Change is what I try to get align

Just live the life in a way
Where you know what to say
Past rests in the past always
As it happened once upon a day

Morning Raga

Morning Raga

Every morning when I see the light

Flush the past, prepare to fly

The morning ragas blooms and glides 

The sun on the other side shines bright

Being temperamental, born that way

That mark is always going to stay

Some walk the talk, some stay

Someone then decided to walk away

Some point, all you Want is to stay away,

Reality bites, from black it goes grey

Why, just another question in the fray

I might have to answer, some day

When you are pushed to the wall

When your confidence is at loss

When you cant think any more 

Then you feel to run away from all

Smile, knowing it's just plastic

Flies, time always, it's fantastic

Glide, into my morning ragas, majestic

Confides, in distant memories, a soul keeps it.

Sidewalk Star

Sidewalk Star

I was like a butterfly

I could hop and I could fly

I loved to hide myself from your eyes

I often stayed awake in the night

I loved my bonsais and flowers

I liked to walk in the showers

I loved to sneak under the covers

I wear my old jeans over and over

I felt I had some super power

I wanted my life to change over

I felt a lightning, a shudder

I then needed a shoulder

I realised life is now different

I knew this always, was dormant

I kept walking, no more deterrents

I didnt lose faith, not any errant

I now lie down with a pool on my back

I close my eyes, it's bitter I know that

I raise my head, see my guitar bag

I am far from over, just a sidewalk star

I still want to fly high

I often says my tears a bye

I feel fine as the days go by

I go strong and I still can smile

The Urge

The Urge

Light went dim though bright inside

What my mind says always right

Lives of others, lets keep aside

Searching soulmate in all strides.

Age just a number no one care

Sizes and shapes we'r reaching there

Emotions urges to take us there

Making bridges no more scares.

Dark eyes tells lot stories

Of life and other mysteries

Lack of voice in its subtlety

Communicating at urgencies.

What you choose is what you seek

What you find may be creep

Noding at all pop up peeps

Marking every step you keep.

Clearing thoughts and past alike

Future tense wont give a strike

Live in the present with a strife

It goes, no plain, but with stripes.

Words that are strong, lets not use

Often bleeds and nothing to choose

Hold the grip of trust sounds good

Together walk the mile from roots.