Thursday, March 3, 2011

The boundaries of my village

lush green trees sway at ease
the land vast, the fences rusty
only soil rules over the entire land
the sky can clearly see them playing with the breeze

standing near the fence
I try to capture silence
I try to look for a piece of life
I try to bond with the tallest tree in the vicinity

in daytime, it looks like a painting
with all the colours picked up from nature
and at night, it looks like infinity
undefined, adopting the colour of the night-sky

everything here is dry
even the small well is see at a distance
there is nothing in here to please our eyes
but, yet I love the boundaries of my village

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Deep down somewhere...


I see complexity even in the straight lines

I see the depth in a painter’s hands


Ice cream melts faster these days

Developed an aversion for soft music

Falling in love with chaos

Colours appear too loud


I wish to see everything with closed eyes

I wish to feel the kicks of loneliness I conceived


Doing nothing, interests me

A glass of water looks larger than life

Living in a mess trying to be perfect

A feeling unknown is the purest feeling left within me


I swear, I see beauty in a beast

I feel the whole universe is mine


I walk on the sand under the hot sun

Some stranger splashes drops of freshness on my face

The only ray bright, shining like a night star in the noon

I just kept looking at him, smiling


I wonder, what just happened

I wonder why dreams are always beautifully weird