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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!

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.


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?



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.



‘Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be la vie en rose.’



As beautiful as it might be,
The concern is that it might slip by.
Even the loveliest time you’re having,
Might never be yours again in a lifetime.

As the reflection starts to diminish,
Bidding adieu to the short lived love,
No matter how much you wish to stay longer,
The sun has to merge into one.


It feels different when the lights go out
Less chatter, and more horns are sound
The banners that enshroud in broad daylight
In the dim dazzling, shout out loud

It feels different to be all on your own
An apprehensive vision taking over the stroll
Dubiously clutching and checking the clock on the phone
Fingers fidgeting, on every corner the bus takes a roll

The digital tab above reads the places it’s meant to pass,
In sight few backs, seeming perpetually and unintentionally wrong
Overlooking everything else amidst these empty seats,
All a woman on a bus, at midnight can conjure

Asked to be back home after that while,
Avoiding the emptiness of roads at night,
Imagine the same frame with women all around, under those dazzling lights,
Would it still then be a problem, to be out so late at night?