To & Fro…

His Pendulum swings
To and fro
My eyeballs swing along
“Focus” says
his steady voice
But my mind is on a song…

I’ve learnt the trick
To stay awake
And dream with open eyes…
The peace within
A paradise
Away from the maddening noise

In a spell
I hear the piper’s call
A glide away from pain
Scattered thoughts
Careless knots
Untied and tied again…

I shroud myself
In the umbra black
The light a distant dot
In trance I drown
Into the abysmal hole…
Isn’t Life but a dreamy plot… ?

He can try
As long as he wants
But he’ll never see my wings!
To and fro
To and fro
In vain his pendulum swings…



A drop of Rain…

Dusty wind –
Dry leaves fly
Drunken clouds;
Monsoon days
I look up
The sullen sky
A drop of rain
On my face

A Parched life
Behind a mask
Caught in the arid
Everyday grind
Few more drops
Are all I ask
To cool my weary
Worn out mind

With open arms
The path I walk
No umbrella;
No rain coat;
I crave to dance
Like a peacock
A poet, a child,
A carefree heart

Run Run…

Hey! Slacker, Run for the cup
Fore’ you fade into the frantic crowd
The world forgets the runner-up
Glory only to the winner proud

The track is warm but the wind is cold
The race is short-so don’t be cowed
Run for glory, run for the Gold
Don’t you hear the clapping aloud?

Race toward the finishing rope
Like lightning from a darkened cloud
With long strides of pride and hope
Run for honor and believe you could

Pull every muscle for the final run
This is the day, a dream avowed
Run, run and you’re second to none
There’s the podium and victory shroud