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Prayers, players, peace in peaces…
Idols, Idyll, icy inveighs…..


Dusty dusk, dusky derm
Airs, aces, accursed ages


Robust royals, Raided roses..
Unlit umber Umpteen urges..


Opium ocean , Odious oases,
Souvenir  solitude somber senses........

More than words

“Another untimely death. A young guy died in road accident in office. Unbelievable”- is the message I just read in my mail box. May his soul RIP.


What a word! Death! Its all about Silence- defines the one who meets with the fate, defines the ones who face the news; eternal silence for the former.. and moments of silence in case of the latter...
And I wish moving on was as simple as one deep breath..!

“Silence speaks over, saying all we need to say…..”

Yes there’s more to silence. To start with, let’s talk about the abrupt eclipse of my pen (keyboard to be precise) from the blogosphere. Well, writing destiny kept me from writing blogs. And as always, it was just a pencil script, must be erased and rewritten. Needless to mention, destiny is a little less abstract than blogs while facing it, a little more abstract while writing it. It’s my transcendental consciousness, which writes both!

“You say it best when you say nothing at all…”

Silence is the speech of love they say. This part is easier experienced than explained. The mystery of silence acts like a magnet, binds hearts together. Platonic or sensual, it speaks for itself.

“You do not know, silence like a cancer grows……”

Distance. Empty spaces. Separation. Words need to fill the void. And there are none. That’s when silence screams. And however deafening it may be, unanswered questions and incomplete thoughts are all it leaves behind.


Well, I’ll stop here for today. And my silence would be an invitation for words from you, my friend….

“Silence must be heard, noise should be observed,

The time has come to learn that silence…

Silence must be heard”

Sour Depths, Sweet Dreams!!

Palaces of promises,

In the midst of broken premises;

Daydreams, dreamers, dreamy faces……

A snow, a flake, a vow-

-Resting on the cupid’s crown;

Untouched, unarmed;

Of words of charm,

Sweetness bleeding, crimson pleading!

On My Knees...

Hold back the heart-flying higher..

Is this a dream, or a crimson satire?

Behold! The rendezvous of desire!

Jesus! Is my heart on fire?

The Blank Page

Another blank page, and here I am with a pen, looking for proper words to fill it up. I stare at the blank page for quite some time waiting for an essay to write itself… But it still lies there, silent in its emptiness, formidable in its vastness. The endless expanse of white space waits for that first mark of ink, the first brilliant word.

The fate of the blank page is all about how words are arranged in it. And once you are done, you turn it around for another piece of white space. For such is life, I tell you, taking into account the way it proceeds. While in the process of writing destiny, an interval pops in every now and then. That’s when life turns its pages. And everytime there’s a new page, a new situation, you wonder, “what next?” … and you pen down the next chapter on that dreaded white space, waiting in the void.

Well whatever.. I’m still waiting for the first word for my piece of white sheet….

Or… Did I just fill a blank page??

Ink Blot

(This is a page from my diary... 17 May,2011,Time:3:30)

Insomnia is something, a sleepless night is another. And giving up your sleep for a night, or occasionally is…. Well… just another thing too!

The magnificence of a “quiet” night keeps you awake, pondering over its mysteries. However, a “not so quiet night” presents before your weary, dream-worn eyes a slideshow of illusions. Envy takes over the feeling of awe for those who are responsible for the loss of the usual composure of the night. The magnanimity of their noisy sleep compels you to first watch out for an extra pillow to shield your ears against the noise. If you fail to find one, the search for a more peaceful place is initiated. If there are ‘no results found’ yet again, you go to a neglected corner of your house, switch on a table lamp, and take up a pen and paper. and do what I’m doing now.

And soon you find yourself staring at the window, clueless about how to proceed with your work. You watch the night dawn into a beautiful morning. The noise slowly fades away.

A couple of hours, and you are woken up at that same corner …….. a few words on one half the other…………….. and an ink blot on the other!

A Midsummer Night's Dream

This solemn summer night

Vows to the distant sight

Of dusky hopes, a drowsy delight,

Of starry dreams, a maverick moonlight;

Of breezy thoughts, some shadowed fright,

Of the sleeping stillness, a restless plight..

Of the heated path, the steaming air,

Of blistered feet, the soothing solitaire;

Of sweating eyes and the tanned fair,

Of dripping lips, the dark’s glare;

Of the slumbered lamppost, of nervy nightnares……

To the ageing novice, the waking dawn’s dare!!!