Still Boat

How can I create music?
How can I learn to sing?

My boat is still, somewhere in the middle of a long river.
The shore is far. Perhaps it is lost in oblivion.

How can a tune make a sound of nature?
How can I hum, those words of long distance?

I move my boat near a boat of a fisherman
I asked him where the way that can lead me to serene land

How can I see beyond this horizon?
How can I whisper, when there is no face in the air?

Fisherman asked me to calm my conquest.
There is no reason for me to mindlessly move ahead

How can he be so sure of his words?
How can I feel so light in his words presence?

I request him to lend me a nature’s jingle
A song that can retain my heart before it turns to be wanderer

How can I disclose my outer self?
How can I really ask for one’s hidden souvenir?

Deep brown cloud set over our head.
A droplet of water just rest on my face

How can I feel the color of rain?
How can I let myself sing in the rain?

Fisherman gladly shouted about the sound from the water
Songs of rain getting disperse in river’s hush current.

Is this how music is found?
Near your eyes, when you can feel this unusual humming sound.

How can I convince myself?
Whether this sound is real music to ear?

Brown cloud soon disappear, sunny sun began to play with the air
A flock of sparrows just crossed the thin blue clouds
A mingling sound just struck across the riverside.

Is it really what you called a natural song?
How can I tell my heart to behave in these given sounds?

Nature calls you, its call you every day.
You can really choose whether you want to listen or behave in my erratic way.


P.S : For a fren who is lost in oblivion!

Getting Mellow in Black & White

Eyes, Black and white.
A summer is burning inside.
I see one red sea, the ferocious lips sea.
It’s a high tide; I can really cross it in one stride.

Baby its dark! I know we can hold this spark.

A wooden rooftop, an alienated set top
Two lonely shadows acting edgy in this milieu.

Baby don’t you mind! I just want to ride through your eyes.

Walking behind, I just can’t make peace in my mind
Looking over her face, I can’t help feeling an antique quaint.

Baby it’s an open land! It’s like you are everywhere.

Its no little over the moon, she scintillates me with her every look.
I want to reach her hand. This feeling is getting so mist that I cannot even look her back.

Baby its like red in here, I feel like falling down from Mount Everest!

Finally we sat on the bench, she laughs about her self.
I sang near her ears, wanting every line to reach her clear.
She says I sing like ‘Bono’. I won’t mind if she gets little bit narrow.

Baby hold on!! Hold this moment in your palm
You might be thinking special
But life gets converge at this only moment

I know we can hold this spark.

As I say your eyes are like getting lost within black& white


P.S: Sup this pic is for u !!!

Climbing Change

An old bird in an open cage, will she fly for the freedom?

A tired horse on a no oasis land, will he rush for the water?
Change is hard.

When you say you have a reason perhaps you are saying it with a half heart.

A yesteryears poetess is feeling like a nervous bride. No one is applauding for her even when the bartender says ‘Its our last drink! call’. When will she say good bye?

Old men and his ripped old fish net are basking around for their last fish catch. There are no winter tides, when will he say it was my last try?

When you say, you don’t want it to be the same, you are lying
Coz when the time is there where you have to change
You just want it to stay………Stay!!

Stay for the hour
Stay for the minute
Stay for a moment
Till you recover

Coz...Change is hard ..Hard as you could'nt imagine!

You are leaving your town, an old dusty town. Your mood could be on high, your spirit must be on sky. But your heart is sad, deep down somewhere its wet. Do you really know your heart?

An aged fireman on his last assignment, an old building caught in flames.
Will he try for the way-out?

Feeling in lines, caught up in fire
Will he try...for the way- out?


When you say you want to be free. Is there any house left where you want to get in
When you say you don’t want it to be the same, you are lying
Coz when the time is there where you have to change
You just want it to stay………….Stay.

Stay for the hour
Stay for the minute
Stay for a moment
Till you recover



Coz...Change is hard

As Hard ....as you could'nt imagine!