Trigger & Time

A trigger,
To my thought process.
And my mind........
Breezes through time.........

With so much ease,
My mind,
Travels an esoteric past...
And flies through real fast........

Warping the fabric of time,
Caring not for ultimate goals,
This powerful mind,
Is out to play a game-so-fine............

It makes me a happy visitor,
To the already built mansions,
Of my own imagination............

It makes me a guest,
And makes me feel elated,
By simply asking me,
To forget all worries and just rest...........!

And so, being supremely happy,
I live in these mansions........
And after God's long day,
The host takes me to the Present........

I go back feeling euphoric,
Having enjoyed to the hilt..........


But alas! U all know how........
Man's greed is never fulfilled.............:)

It was Her

It was night,
Yet there was light…….
And there was just one woman,
On the beach……..

Long hair,
And her beautiful back,
Was all that I got,
To see.

She was waiting on the sand,
So the waves would come,
So she would be taken,
To the middle of the sea……..

And while she,
Would be taken………
The sea behind her,
Would cease to be……….

And the barren place,
Would again become sea,
As the water carried her back,
To the beach……….

It was most magical,
As my eyes followed her…..
I could feel…
Her luminosity……….

All I could see,
Was just her bare back…….
My efforts to see who she was,
Of no avail………..

I called out to her,
And she disappeared.

But I’m sure she was…..
The most beautiful woman on earth…………

Mystery

Time; caught at the crossroads…….
Me; staring out of the window……..
My books; waiting to be practised from…….
My mind; harping on latest happenings…….
My heart; waiting for evening to descend…….
My hand; reaching out for a pen………
My soul; dictating these very words……….

Myself……wondering at the mystery of it all………

She looks like a dream..........

She looks like a dream,
Whose time has come,
To get fulfilled.

She looks at the sky,
And touches the dusty beams.

She looks at the trees,
And devours the scenic green.

She looks at the birds,
And breaks into melody.

She hears the thunder,
And claps to its beat.

She feels her freedom,
And celebrates HER life- makes merry.

Before she lets go the rein,
Reminisces everything-
All the dreams,
All the happiness,
All the pain…..

Then, she looks at the rain,
And gets drenched.

In her own tears………