The never ending chat...



Choice, it says,
chance, I debate,
it bellows - choice again,
Irefute to take it's side
It says,it's all  about perception
Isay, you make me see it that way.
It looks at me,smiles, and sneers.
It says- don;t accede, but follow me,.
I look at myself in the mirror and smirk.

Thorns are foreboding signs,
carefully kept between roses,
to allay too much placation.

More to misery!!!!!

Life is amuck and intriguing at this pep
it's making me mellow as it rolls on
lush and lively than it looked a day ago
laced with more gloom and glut i see on the go.


something more than that meets the eye
brimming with slut and greed with a garbly smile
i am left desolate in the reality, an outlandish affair
left to act, a pitstop to react.




a deep abstraction settles between the brows
a drop not ready to roll down,albeit fury in the fist
unaware of the means to emanate it
lovable or deplorable is the ambience?, my head flusters,
though it questions, are they just scare mongers? 


time to hold my horses,consequences now paltry
before they stray out loud and clear
Self declamation for a reclamation? - time will tell.

A new road to the woods..

Days are reeling like clocking 150 miles on a bike,
I am clinging for balance, hovering around the mast.


Not wishing to holler to deafness right now,
yet a blithe soul,with some profoundness.


A strange interest beckons like a incognito puzzle,
with a quizzical sneer at its face.


I accede without a tinge of resentment,
for, a little whirl is worth a try !

It's evergreen

There i fall, over and again,

a silent gape, a silent thought,

a slight shudder in corner seat.

For all has been said,

and left in a delirium of thoughts

when reality pushes me to the rocks.

Gathering all courage,

here i come one more time

for a conquest again.

No words, no deeds

i shall wait, until it rains

I am fallow, but I hope it rains.

P.S - I have hope !

The prudent one

When you feel nothing is going great
and things cant be made straight,
your head rolls tracing a callous ellipse
expecting the occurrence of an apocalypse !

u swear to fear and start to wince,
for u think u will be held in a mince,
and you cower to do a thing outright,
even if ur inside says,not a sign of might !

never will u know, lest not u search for specks,
it aids coup over things which u lack !
bizarre might it sound, this philosophy,
mind it, it could prove to be your prophecy!!

for each happening implies learning
which might be disguised a honing,
i am no legiliment, i say don't be complacent
be voracious, and learn to complement !

plausible is a bleak line,if u don't look back,
if u don't take it , its sure u have a setback !

The perfect Christmas !!

There comes the santa in his sleigh,

carryin oodles of gifts and spreading gay!

bellowing wishes and rising spirits in the air,

childish eager, everyone would swear !

happiness and joy spread even,

for this was the day to yearn,

merry crowd singing mellifluous carols

ushering luck and joy with bonbons!

somewhere back, somewhere there,

still wishes a solitary tramp,

I be bestowed with a christmas bounty

for all i long is a buck to kill my penny hound!!

would his voice reach, thou, the santa,

help the the wretch, help him thrive,

what best can prove you suave ,

if a gift from u is what he'll have ?