Change

While the winds might have blown of the opposite direction but todays its different and today ill make it different and grander
While the wreck seems everywhere its just an opportunity to build it anew
For what is life without change
But a stagnant pool

Night Time Excursions

So trust me night outs are so much fun especially for single guys , and if you are in Delhi languishing at India gate at 1 , while you expect people sleeping all comfortable and happily in their sleeps no my friends you are mistaken as I was ,the capitol at least here lived up to its reputation of being the capitol the heart  that beat every time , well u had the usual army jawaans standing . but the real funs start when you start looking around yourself with girls running  hmmm clothes obviously this is India dude.but its improving man when you see people getting drunk and chilled hope the day comes little early , hmm where do you expect you would get your next drinks or try something more exotic come to India gate ahmm at 1 we didn’t get are vodka filled gol gappas ( did u know it)but was offered paan filled with something stronger guess our good luck we didn’t try as we saw a girl just knocked and helped by her group , hmm so what else is to see at 1 at India get hmm the usual families were there too and much more …… to be continued

dreams undone

dreams my friend

as they appear disappear

as i jump to catch as

they swirl through my fingers

dreams full of varying shades

some red ,some fresh green

some as the all sorrounding white

as i try to fly to catch

these bonds , wrought with my own hand

fasten me to the earth

as i see my dreams swirling into an all consuming black

while i stand still and try to break

the shackle willingly wrought around my feet

I drive incessantly with, no worry ,no fears

Just void of any sense , no bull shit nonsense

Or just any thing ,just the drug filed haze

I see a solitary soul on the road,

an angel or my hazy dreams

The former seemed best

I drive to meet her head on

No bubbles burst of happiness

Just a small thud as I drive incessantly

On and on

what iam just a vessel for a tortured soul ,

a soul searching for freedom from inside

or iam something else may be a broken vessel,

wading its way outside

the bonds of love and hate just hold me from inside

while the tortured soul yearns to feel and heal outside

let the sunlight come and flood this tortured soul.

To be free on my own

many heart breaks and

many join every time

whats important is that

enjoining everytime they break

let them not be smothered

by the burden of guilt

let them not be open

to the harsh sunlight

let then have shade

so cool and you be nearby

the silent watcher

time was standing there and there alone,

as he kept dying little by little at gallows

as he bled no one cried

his stretched fingers pointed

and body prone in sand

eyes flickering like a dying ember

trying to catch the warmth of dying sun

as the executioner watched

the sun went down

all light gone out

as i turned my face in the crowd

for another end of a day