monday

Earlier, when the sun was up and the streets busy, and the people rushing, the pain and rage was on fire.

Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..

bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..

AUGUST DEADLINE

the time machine must have malfunctioned
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth

JULY BREEZE

october war

Cries of different pitches and tones
reverberates in the valley
echoes along with each drop of the rain
so gentle yet strong
it lingers all along

at night, when the rain pours
the steps of rushing soldiers crushes down on the roof
like their bullets, the rain shoots its targets
boom! alas! the target is down
the soldiers win

state of the light art

4-A reunion

the wind shall take me to Nirvana
a place where i don't need to shed tears
for the pain that the rain had inflicted me
keeps on pinching my soul
for not only my heart was broken but even my faith
and that faith that i had to fed
has to starve to feed others faith