Masterpeice . . . .

With a brush in my hand, 

today I stand on the sand.

forth me is the waving sea, 

flying gulls and the shells so free.

I stand their with a canvas blank, 

what to draw, my mind not frank, 

should it be a bird perching free, 

or just the scene in front of me? ? ? 

I don't know actually, what to do? 

Noones there whom I ask this to, 

oh great lord, please help me out, 

tell me what I should draw about? ? ? 

Apple falling on newton's head, 

or slepping beauty laying on bed? ? ? 

What to draw, I don't know, 

nor anyone's here to tell me so.

Should I draw paris's Eiffel tower, 

or it be mona lisa taking shower? ? ? 

Hell and heaven I can draw, 

or the dreamland that I just saw.

How about Taj Mahal of India? ? ? 

Or a man with some kind of phobia? ? ? 

Something great I want to draw, 

something which the world never saw.

Something better than Leonardo sir, 

better than Mona Lisa, though I admire her.

It can be as small as the buzzing bees, 

but it should be my MASTERPEICE....

Love Me . . . .

I want to walk with you hand in hand, 

without shoes, barefooted on beach sand.

I want to embrace you, hug you hard, 

I want the world to pace up and time to retard.

I wish to live with you always, 

and spend with you nights and days.

I promise to live for, die for you, 

even to leave you alone if you want me to.

But please think of me, my beating heart, 

its like a child, and not so smart....

Without you my heart is freezed& it bleeds, 

you are the one who can fullfill allmy needs.

You are my love, you are my life, 

but them too you hurt like a blunt knife.

You are so delicate, but too mean, 

anyone like you I have never seen.

Why do you always try to ignore me, 

as if you have never known me? 

No reason for this I ever get to see, 

but I believe, that someday you will understand me....

Fly High . . . .

Let your dreams take a flight, 

in the unbound space like a kite.

Untie them & let them fly high, 

till they reach the infinity above sky....

Release yourself of the mental trauma, 

and stay away from the real life drama.

Then you'll know the vagues of perception, 

and reality behind your mental creation....

Dreams aren't just dreams, let them fly.

They are the goals which you should try

to achieve & proove this creepy world, 

that you aren't a naive who can be knurled....

Raise over the earth and touch the sky, 

open up your mind and fly high.

Forget about the world and never sigh, 

keep on going and leave your dreams to fly....

Beyond Time . . . .

I want something, something I desperately need, 

Something this world must have urge for, 

I want to go somewhere beyond time.

Where no one says ' Time waits for none'.

Somewhere, where time can't touch my life, 

A place where it will be in my hand.

A place where ' Hurry' is nowhere in dictionary.

Somewhere, I can enjoy without any concern.

Somewhere beyond time I want to go, 

Where there's no past, no present, no future.

Some place out of this material world, 

Where wall clocks are only to decor the walls.

I want to go, to a place where, 

I can close my eyes, and then

spreading my hands can fly, 

High in air to talk to birds.

I want to roam about, in a place

which is still unknown, still hidden

somewhere between reality and imagination, 

Where someday I believe, I will end up....

Roads . . . .

Two roads, one to choose....

Which one I don't Know.

One I take, other I loose....

I stand there, my head low, 

Thinking hard, which one to take? 

One path so simple, so gay, 

The other one surely can make....

My journey hell, but it also may

Lead me to where I want, 

The world where I can enjoy my life, 

Where perhaps, the simple one can't

take me, or can make me strive....

At the end where it leads.

As beautiful is not always good, 

and no one generally pays heed, 

to the ugly one, which they should.

I am now left with no more time

to fulfill the purpose for which I am born, 

Taking the simple path will be acrime, 

so I choose the path, the one with thorns....

Let's Be New . . . .

Old things are gone, everything's new.

Let's shed everything, except memories few.

Let's try to be a man and not an animal, 

Let's not tease, & help those who are dull. 

There's always something, something new to do. 

Let's lie on grass and dream a few, 

Let's do all that what others can't do, 

Bang the bench and rock the world, 

Show everyone a new type of band .... 

Let's rest on dew and bathe with hot sand, 

Let's live the hell and try to be a rebel, 

Let's stretch our hands, enjoy the hell. 

Let's rule the night and suppress the day. 

Let's be new ignoring what the oldies say....

The Devil . . .

A unknown, unwanted aspect of me,

a pitch dark space as deep as sea,

the piercing cry of a broken heart,

creeping down to tear me apart . . . .

Full of aggression, regression,

the indestructible creation,

is the shadow raising parallel to me,

high up in dark, which you cant see . . . .

I feel the pain, and the scrotching heat,

of the raising flame and the burning sheet,

anger, jelousy, hatred and all,

empowers it and makes me fall . . . .

But then too, its a part of me,

I want it to leave and set me free,

its a inhuman human, that I see,

my dark side more powerfull than me . . . .