Faithless

And I cease not to wonder The skies and stars and all that lies beyond And the entire world that is in me Every molecule of me Every galaxy the same The profound universe that I can’t see So many mysteries yet to be explained I am not ready to put faith On the one

Chronicles of the end (Tyre)

Vulcanised from raw rubber Chosen wisely from the plantations Deep in the district of Kottayam I was born of heat and pressure Liken to the fortunes of many Who toiled under the hot sun And who burned near the kiln   Made to be married and be a fit I was marked for perfection As

The Song of Mangalore

Take me Where you go Like the winds of the sea To the land across the shore   Through the hamlet With fishermen lore Whiff the mackerel Chowder and bisque on the stove   Through the fields Rich with paddy Coconut palms necklace On the bunds that puddle water   Take me Where you go

TRANScend love

I looked at her amiss Looked at her again Fiery, Strong and flamboyant Yet she was all feminine grace Tempting me with her smile With my heart thumping As I laid it out for her He said he likes me For my open mind For being one who likes his kind Stonewalled with rioting heart

The Slaying

“I know the truth of this” said David “He doesn’t know himself; He was born to be redeemed, And I’ll do it for him” And the giant was slayed, David beckoned the crowd and said, “That’s why you all are here Find how you are meant to be redeemed And do so with love”  

Realisation (I am back)

A hiatus of few days A journey of 1000 miles An experience of ages A glimpse of eternity Come back From mooring and musing to thoughtlessness From endless questions to fruitless answers From purposefulness to hopelessness From of death to of life From meaning to unexplained From action to destiny From love to freedom From

PRESENT (Reprise 1)

What good is it In feeling the pain that was, In the moment of joy that passed, In reminiscing what fades?   What good is it In being helpless in love that ends, In holding to hope that shatters, In promises that self effaces?   What good is it In Mooring over the days, In

PRESENT

Make peace with your past So it won’t mar your today Memories, let them stay the way Mooring over the days Living the straws of yesterday Don’t fight with self control Don’t confront to make amends Make peace with your past So it won’t mar your today

Hopeless state of mind

In my hopeless state of mind In my hopeless state of mind there resides a man who speaks on my turn of letting go of the chains these manacles called love There are more, but he argues with his code of silence in my hopeless state of mind. of living by duty and law when

Leave Alone

I feel so alone even with my grief how many times should I cry before she leaves me on my own how many joys should I gather before she is defeated by me how many lies should I live so I can fake her to disbelief how many deaths should I die so she is