Art. 

The man, who knew how to look at the sky
Notice the peculiarity of time passing by
Feel the depth of words in verse
Savour the lights and sounds in rehearse

One who never saw the mountains high
Yet spoke of its beauty, acquainted with each stone in its might
Didn’t see paintings as just work on the wall,
Music as an alibi for boredom at all

For he had his own outlook to the world
Nevertheless different, yet completely unheard of
Art was his muse, and words his weapon
A new perspective, awaiting a take over the cosmos.


One, Two, Three!

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Mind the gap

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Picture taken in Art Couture, Gurgaon.

Every tale been told many times
What different can I put in this rhyme
Craving and yearning for something more,
How to feed this relentless lure

Irreplaceable history to adore
Splendor at its best in every oeuvre
Works of legends to inspirit,
Succinctly murmuring me to quit

Then I look to people around,
All the same, yet different to sound
Classic inspiration in nature’s way,
Beauty of differences in similarities lay.

Mind the Gap

Dreamer’s Sojourn

Commences a salvation of brief
Romance of solace, fading grief
As the eyes doze off, a rove ascends
With no junctions to board, just transcend

Wandering into the dreams
A sailing boat in an ocean without cease
With limits like the sky
Boundless and unending up high

Painting the horizon up so close
Caressing the water, leaving the shore
The sun calls out like a lover upfront
Promising to meet again, on time assured

The shining stars arrive
Glittering and shimmering a tale of might
At distance so far away
Singing ballads of galaxies on the way

And as the promised beau arrives again
The stars bid the dreamer au revior
Rising on velvet cushion
A fáilte to another world, to say.

Magic

Myth of love

Meant to ease the pain
It always seems a way
To make every morning make sense
Endless attempts in vain

But why is it that agony ends up more
With added love in the core
Meant to ease the pain
Just enduring the suffering more.

Once again,
Meant to ease the pain
Looking for love we went
Bought down on knees, yet again.

So where does it end then
The search without gain
Pursuit of constancy, meant to ease the pain
Or a myth of love, again?

Mythical

Eloquence

Feeling it in the shining light
The borders of midnight
Magic is in all the hope
Striving to walk in broad daylight

The elated little kind
Running in circles, hand in hand aside
Walking in happy delight
The old lovers on the aisle

The enchanted ambitious eyes
Staying up all night
Forging a destiny of ambition
Penning down history, one of a kind

It’s all magic,
Driving hope, leading lives.

Magic