Lucid...

Another offering from Krunal... enjoy...

Figure, what's going on
you'll be revealed in facts
you've lost the touch
the senses are still intact
caught in the whirlwind
you were lost in time
thought you'll say something
not sure if I'm
the dream is over
though it's stuck in your head
get over it my child
you are very much here in your bed
the scares are temporary
the shivers are too
the fear shall stay forever
only if you let it overcome you
look in my eyes
things are back to real
hold me if you want
tell me how you feel
once there was a boy
who ran in circles
the grass was golden
and the sky was purple
he beat the path
with his feet
waiting for someone
to come and meet
he ran and ran
but never got anywhere
he got too tired
and slept right there
he dreamt then
someday he'll break free
when he woke up
he was right here with me.

Heal

And one more from Krunal, somehow this one has touched a chord as it is a time of new beginnings for me as well... Enjoy...

Hush, the wind sings
listen to what it brings
the sounds from across
the dreams of whitewash
the darks are hues now
agonies are few now
the fever that was so high
is now receding
pick up the idle book
it needs a little reading
breathe deep into the air
breathe the scent it wears
let the trapped voice
break free and rejoice
open up your mind
leave the pains behind
open your ears
to the sweet silence
open your eyes
to dreams it saw once
move from deliriums
to ecstasy
let the inner tide rise
let it meet the sea
in the time of shudders
the vessels are porcelain
but don't you bother, boy
the slate is wiped clean
the doors have opened up
come out of the room
it's time to heal now
it's time to bloom...

These Shoes...

Another gem written by Krunal and my personal favourite... enjoy...

Blisters on the sole,
and a bruised and battered soul,
A soft lawn will arrive
when you’ll throw away these shoes
but not now,
the stubborn shackles will break away
the hot tar road will draw to a close
the nerves beating to a rhythm
will soon calm down
but not now,
endure this twinge for a while
enjoy it rather till it lasts
your feet will soon breathe fresh air
once you throw away these shoes
but not now,
yes you’ll walk many miles
after you throw the shoes away
or perhaps you’ll fly, as wings will grow
and the flight will set free
but not now,
yes you have walked all this while
and now you are short of breath,
but this is the last lap
and you’ll soon breast the tape, finish the race
but not just now

the heart is full of hope
the mind full of aspirations
the thoughts are wakeful
and the freedom is at the doorstep
how can they hold the light
they don’t have the switch
the time is waiting
for you to reach
yes the shoes are hurting
and you won’t need them soon
but not just now my friend
not just now.

The Road to Leh...

Again this poem was written by Krunal, while he was visiting the magical and mystical Leh...Enjoy...

Driving on the land of passes
through the magnetic hills
across the silk route
into a rural idyll

climbing the higher altitudes
where the air turns thin
in a breathless space
the whispering wind grins

the cold mystical breeze
blows in my face
the road it moves ahead
in its winding ways

seeking for a utopian land
I ride the road to Leh
leaving behind the bustle
of encumbered days

the mists of dawn
glowing beyond the heights
spreading slowly across
the star filled skies

the turquoise spaces reflect
upon the calm waters
creating a scene surreal
marvelling the trotter

the prayer flags flutters
colouring the sky
high above a monastery
stands on the ethereal side

seeking for you there
I ride along the Indus
taking your name
in the moments of hush

Hey you!

OK, this post is by a guest writer, my colleague Krunal wrote this, I think its lovely, Enjoy...

Hey you,
why did you lose that light
look what you've become
trying to be right
once you had a vision
all that is lost in reason
the ship of fools you left
is now grounded
but the directions you were heading
were really bounded
Hey you,
you were a smarter one
look what you've become
running for the sun
once you had that shine
though you were in the firing line
the doors you closed
is now surrounded by vine
why do your eyes lie now
when you say everything's fine
Hey you,
why don't you come back
look what you've become
riding with the pack
once you had the grit
now you are a tamed misfit
the shackles you owned
could still be broken
speak out now
for the words are left unspoken...

Musings

This post is by my good friend Vibes, a good writer but one who cannot be bothered to start her own blog because she feels it is, I quote her "too much hassles maintaining one!!".

Enjoy!!!

I leaned my head against the side of the car. The rain had started to come down more heavily in the last few minutes. The gentle drumming down on the window was somehow very soothing to hear. The rain drops looked like silvery ribbons as they trickled down the window, surprisingly seeming to snake their way through the otherwise even pane. The big drops seemed determined to pursue their goal downwards, bright lights from outside falling on them, making them glow in the dark. Few drops just seemed plastered on the glass, looking shapeless & almost content with their fate! Water fell on some and they too continued their passage down. Thousands of tiny and white specks of water, dotted the rest of the window. Gazing at the watery-screen, nearly quenched my thirst for water that I was feeling at that moment! The shadow of the falling rain on the window, was making some eerie patterns on my hands and on the top of my jeans. Fascinated, I shook my hand to & fro, & the bizarre designs flowed along, like some pattern on an obscure painting. Ahead, the same watery shadow danced on the driver’s face as well, as he looked unblinkingly in the front. 

I looked at the rain again as it pattered on the window. Am I like one of these drops? -  I wondered to myself. Strong enough to know where I’m headed, knowing what I want? Or am I like those aimless spots, just lost in the crowd, not knowing where to go? Perhaps I’m like one of those, just waiting for some sort of force from somewhere or someone, pushing me & taking me along, to my journey’s end.