The little girl...

in a pensive mood...

Caught in flight...

Mc Masala

Nithila with Mr.Mc

a beautiful visitor...

To and Fro...

His Pendulum swings
To and fro
My eyeballs swing along
“Focus” says
his steady voice
But my mind is on a song…

I've learnt the trick
To stay awake
And dream with open eyes…
The peace within
A paradise
Away from the maddening noise

In a spell
I hear the piper’s call
A glide away from pain
Scattered thoughts
Careless knots
Untied and tied again…

I shroud myself
In the umbra black
The light a distant dot
In trance I drown
Into the abysmal hole…
Isn't Life but a dreamy plot… ?

He can try
As long as he wants
But he’ll never see my wings!
To and fro
To and fro
In vain his pendulum swings…

A Curious Visitor...

from my office window...

The Walk...

A silent walk this is
Down the memory lane
My Dried cells awake
With every step I take
Long lost pals I meet
On the receding way
Time has sculpted them
Each in a unique way
Few are glad to see me
And join my simple trot
While few are just distraught
Estranged in their own path
But let me just walk-on
Into the sands of time
Collecting what I can and
Coloring the Sepia land
My own history beckons
As I awake from Oblivion
Let me just walk on
Let me just walk on…

Butterfly hunting again...

The Paper Heart...

image courtesy : google 

On the floor lies
A forgotten heart
A crumpled tissue
Used and discarded
Lifeless,
Loveless,
Red.

I take it in my hand
Straighten the wrinkles
Scribbled all over
A tale Blotted with
Tears,
Fears,
Blood

I tear it to bits
And throw it up
The wind carries off
As I walk on…
Hopeless,
Heartless,
Dead…