Hey Friends,..
Here I am entering into the world of art, stepping my feet in the spacious sky, to satisfy my being, to console my spirit and to fill up my blank sheet with literature.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


I look old.
And became bald.
Lost my hair.
Lost my teeth.
My feathers detached.
And withered my wings
In the storm of sorrow.

Wrinkled rough skin.
Stem grown thin.
Silky leaves rotten.
Scruffy looking I am. 
The Autumn of life
Washed away the
Leaves of comfort
From my Branches.

That's not the end of it.
I still alive.
There is still active blood
Burning in my root.
The wind struck me
Could not blow out the
Fire from me.

I am sure,
The Spring is very near.
I will soon groom - and
My branches will bloom.
The cruel air
Will breeze
In my cool perfume.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


A broad screen,...
Full of joy...
Beauty in its texture...
Coloured by rainbow...
Pleasant Welcoming smile...
Charm as to
Grab me frozen.

I look through the
dreamy waves,
Extend my anxious arms,
Move towards
To feel the softness,

I get closer,...
And closer...
The Screen of miracle,
The Colours disappear...
The Glass cracks into
Tiny drops of disappointment.
And the Joy,...
Vanishes into the
Smoky cloud of Confusion.

I keep staring at the nothing
In misery.