The Train

The Train

           devoid of it's baggage's,              

neon radiating emptiness!

the shadow of light crawls past

to a self imposed seclusion.

mesmerizing bystanders,

   yet everyday,

   fails to raise,

hope of the occupants!

Boobs

Boobs, What are those?
creation of some great architect.

they vary in size, shape and dimension
also in weight, width and assimilation...

one touch takes you million stars away
heavenly bliss, on the earth nevertheless,

squeeze them to the delight,
hold them to their perfect shapes,

Hands in joy and trickling liquid SomePlaceElse.

moaning body, screaming someone's name,
dude! you are the luckiest, keep up the fame!

The Long Strode

I was walking beside you, holding your hands,
while you chased your dreams, hopes and despair.

I was not the destiny, but we made journeys together.

(you flew, you flew, you flew sky high!)

until your wings were clipped, and guitar alone was left in the dark!

Fight Back

Out there somewhere a serenity awaits.
A blissful delight waiting to be felt.

towards the glory road of shattering glass.
feet soaked in blood, bloodhounds lust.

to be or not to be, the questions arose.
to the divinity of the treacherous force.

Twice he blinkered, but thrice he failed.
he rose up again, to the surprise of the sect.

they kept on harping, only to realize the vain.
The man has found reasons, alien to the entire nation.

reasons to fight back, to call another day.
if somethings worth dying for, then be that as it may.

he has everything to loose, the adversary none.
hell broke free, but there are reasons to smile!

Reflected Glory!

Reflected Glory!

I sat by the river with moist eyes,
                 basking in reflected glory!

Disposed of all that I hold true,
                 the uncertain future is a fury.

Fear unto death,
                  I break free of the chains!!