'Tides'

The tides of the seas,

In its turbulent ripples;

Flow in its binds,

In its roaring waves.

With no silence paving;

No turn less torrid;

"I flow in my will,

My spirits holding still"

The vicissitudes are just ;

Conditions of moments.

The waves will ebb,

In its shuddering times.

But my spirits to live;

In its lonely might.

"The tides of my might survive to the tides of time."


Aren't our lives also like the seas, and by the end of our journey do we also not become those waves ...which drive us and by the end of it do we also not collapse like those dying waves?

"In one tides bosom,

The other collapsing tide seeks salvation"

But a journey is a journey, let's begin!

One Ego To Another

All us little beings, we tame our little minions, to feel as;

Broad , as to as bind , the egos hidden in our mankind;

And all these little minions have their own little ones;

And all these little ones have their tiny ones.

So! the big tames the little, the little the tiny, the tiny the minute,

The minute, the minuscule. But the minuscule has none, so whats to be done.

So... he! beats his wife, the alone his mother and the lonely flogs his dog.

And the battered dog screeches to the night, scratching the bloody flees;

To his wounded body, but the night stays as it is, only stars pitying its travesty ;

And the silence boasts to its final pride and cackles to the cracking dawn.

A day begins. The ruler's rule!

Hey Dreamer !

I'm your venture ,

Your midnight vagabond;

I'm your life's Casanova...

You enthral me with your visions,

I'm your imagination's collisions.

I'm your knight,

You dress me in shining armour.

If I'm ever born , I'm your baby;

But when I die , a premature death ,

I'm your heart breaker.

You are my seeker ,

I'm your heartless lover.

I'm the philanderer,

I'm the guilty,

I'm the baubles...in your kisses .

I'm the mistake...in your misses.

If I'm ever true...I'm the reality.

But forever and always ,

I'm the guilty;

For what I've made you ?

But what are you ?

Oh! my dreamer,

What are you ?...

Are you my mother,

Or my lovelorn,

Or am i your existence's excuse.

But whatever I am,

I am still the guilty .

But what are you ?

Oh! my jilted dreamer...

What are you ?

The Vermilion Skies

I like the smudged lines,

I like the rains ,

I like the secrets in the surma mingled eyes.

The tanned smiles, and the fulfilled tears.

I smell the waves in your eyes ,

The wind in your sighs.

As the evening shades of vermilion,

Smear away the ages.

I stare at the pride in your silence

And your fulfilled tears.