The Ride

The bird comes flying,
Gliding through the sky,
It stops at my door,
As it passes by.

It peers through the window,
A glimpse at the “next one”,
I am forced to wake up,
My journey has just begun.

I know not where I go,
Nor where I shall have to stay,
Because I’m just going,
Where life makes its way.

The bird may sometimes fly,
High up in the air,
For that is when you think,
That life is just so fair.

But sometimes it may drown,
In the great waters blue,
Giving you a chance,
Your life to renew.

Wherever the bird takes you,
Whatever you go past,
You can control the destination,
If you don’t move too fast.

Now's the moment

When the words are left, at the tip of your tongue,
The song that you wrote, but left unsung,
When you’re not able, to express your love,
For the time’s not right, not right just now.

The words of thanks you are afraid to tell,
After all that she did, when you were unwell,
A kiss and a hug, for a person so rare,
But you are struggling, to show that you care.

You may do it later, once you’re ready to face,
But they shall have no meaning, when the moment escapes.

Sculptors of the Heart

"Inside" Out

Have you ever thought ,
Of the world being inside you ?
The skin being the boundary,
Between the false and what is true.

What if you were the “outside” ,
Not what you believe.
The “outside” is now the “inside”,
Not what you perceive .

Oh!, What shall happen then ,
Of the “body” , the soul annoyed?
We may see it differently then,
For now, lets call it a “void”.

The ears would hear “your” inner soul,
That “your” calling you may attend.
The eyes shall be an instrument,
To see “yourself” my friend.

The “world” as you know it now,
Shall be a different place,
Of no “human” action or expression,
Will you ever find a trace.

No heroics or acts of war,
No battles, no victories, none.
Because on the face of it all,
We shall all be just one.

This may seem a dream portrayed,
Nothing that is “seen”.
That’s the beauty of the “human mind”,
If we had believed, it could have been.

Heaven on Earth

If you could touch,
And make a change.
A disarrayed life,
If you could arrange.

If you could search,
And find yourself.
If you could be one,
With the world and the self.

If you could see,
Your thoughts come to life.
If you could remain,
While change is rife.

If you could look up,
And reach high above,
And to never look down,
If you could avow.

If in a mirror you could stare,
Straight into your eye,
And speak only unto yourself,
Yet not say a lie.

Then shall the heavens,
Seem ever so nigh,
Mark my words my friend,
You shall never die.

Bright 'n' beautiful

I look out at the stars,
As my world outside moves .
Confined to this box am I,
Galloping to the sound of hooves .

In my thoughts I wonder
What these stars mean to me,
Are they just a signature,
That we’re always reminded of Thee?

Or maybe they’re the sentinels
Of the brilliant fortress white,
Spread around ‘cross the sky,
Displaying all their might .

Or maybe the ships that sail,
Through the sea, we call ‘night’,
Making their way safely through,
By their lights just so bright.

Maybe they are a sign of love,
From a brother far away,
Appearing when things get dark,
Disappearing when its day.

But before I think much more,
The answer seems to shine,
Brighter than the stars themselves,
It is all so divine.

They are there to remind us,
Life is as we see it too,
You just join them differently,
You have a picture just so new.

A tryst with destiny

Dark clouds and whispering angels,
This is what I see,
As every night, I sleep tight,
Just to be free.

The white mountains and blue skies
Fall to their knee,
As every night, I sleep tight ,
Just to be free.

The sun goes down ,the moon doesn’t rise,
Things you may never see,
As every night, I sleep tight,
Just to be free.

But now, as I sleep, I start to believe,
This, forever will not be.
That one day I shall break all chains
And fly over the sea.



The cool winds whisper in my ear,
Songs of love to thee,
As this night, I sleep tight ,
Knowing I will be free.

The bright sun and white stars
Are, but pearls to me.
As this night, I sleep tight,
Knowing I will be free.

The sound of water , the scent of the mud,
Oh! I cannot believe,
As this night, I sleep tight,
Knowing I will be free.


The light shall rise, and drops shall pour,
Giving me a day to live once more.
Because as I rise with the rise of the sun,
I know I’m slave to none.