Sound of Dawn

Let everything pass in a passage of time
Let us pause before the veil of peace
We will discover the myth and mystery.
Day meets here night into night
All melt into the cauldron of reality
Nothing remains untumbled
Nothing so evenly goes into the void
Reason of existence raises the hope of reaping
God holds the world upon his bosom.

For nothing we cry our heart out
For nothing we worship the unknown
The omniscient grooms our body and soul
Yet we pose a gravedigger before a hangman.
Forgetting the quivering sun in the heaven
Trumpeting the drum of peace in violent times
We build a bridge of the known and the unknown
We count the spells of time
As if something will rear its ugly head
Why should a deluge drown us
No human soul hears the sound of dawn.

Gray Moon And The Night

So sombre are the moments
So dark is the overcasting horizon
Nothing swears by God's voice
The heart is throbbing in uncertainty
Never knowing the end of this catastrophe
Everywhere it is shineless night
A burning pyre extinguishing near by
Watching eyes saying nothing in haste
No voyage in soul-searching mission
Nothing is clear in the bleary-eyed moon
The moon is swimming in pools of blood.

Betwixt the oceanic silence and the ancient soul
There lies the vast grave for the departed soul
There lies something mysteriously strange
Something that knows no bounds for life and death
Everything is dwindling at furious pace
So many moments have crossed the battle field
Bloods brimming over the sunshine river
Nobody waiting for the tide to ebb
Someone has lost his home and hearth
At the turn of wheels moments pile on moments
Finding no solace from anybody
Night is just watching the consequence
Between the deep sea and the gray moon
There is nothing to hold aloft the glory of conscience.

I Will Win You

Today or tomorrow I will love you
And I will win your everything
Everything of yours will be mine
I will not leave anything for you
You will lose everything for nothing.

One day it will be all yours
When you will love to love me alone
You will regain your lost soul
Let the creeping fears flash
Like a burning shadow in the wind
You will tremble in wonder of fears
As if you do not know how to love.

You love me or not I will love to win you
I will win you like a war is won in serendipity
I will raise you to the seventh heaven
That day you will foretaste your tomorrow
You will break all shackles in brighter light
Your time will open its wings in your vast existence
And you will be mine and only mine.

There is No Light

No more shall there be any life
No more shall there be any wind
All the birds have shed their wings
Flowers have shed their petals
The trees are all alone
The withered leaves will now dance in stillness
Darkness has created darkness night after night
Days are lying long in shadows
All the dying images have stopped miming
What will uncover the mask of wayward delight?
What will save save the hunger from hunger?

The river is not far away
Will it meet the ocean in its last voyage?
Shadows of memory of yonder land creeping in
Words vibrating in missing language
Untold tales of the past have told tales of sorrows and death
Life will be spared in long silence
What will fight against the regimen of violence?

Nothing Perishes in Our Dreams

Everything perishes and everything is born
Nothing is lost in the wilderness for good
A man is born to die and is born in another guise
Nothing is disguised to pretend anything
Like a boat upturned on the coast line
It remains same as ever.
Ancient joy and hope never die
All are preoccupied in our brave soil
Everything comes alive in beauty and bites
The beauty we see in the uppermost sky
The beauty we cherish in our deep soil never die.

The goal of immortality is not what we ask for
The goal remains in our whispers
The immortality of the flame will not vanish
We talk in soliloquy in our dreams
Our dreams will never die as we walk along
We will remain secluded in our dream
We will never die, we will be born in another dream.

Your Struggle With Destiny

You come by the gray setting sun
Slow passion disintegrates you into nothingness
Flowers have shed their petals in a ravaged corner
Rivers has lost the distance for long
Long scary shadows dance in your feet
But you never go back to search your soul
They are armies of decadence
They never give you peace of mind
They never see your beauty in body and soul
Only they know is to ravage the world
The world you have won on your own
They are the silent killers of the soul.

When they charm you by their benevolence
They cheat you on your consistence
They never know how to obey your essence
You cast a cruel look at their destiny
You just feel like running away
But you only whisper them away
And then they are drowned in their own violence
All levels of death have turned on them.

How To Know You

You are dark unto light
You are the revolution of the sky
Light turns to black when you cry
Rivers flow with the morning breeze
To have a furtive look at you
Yet the sun hides into the cloud
You never know when there will be light.
You are the known and the unknown
Flowers peep into your wisdom not finding your soul
Wherever you go, you go in disguise
You sail by the day into night.

Your day begins into the night
Your face burns in darkness
Your are the past guiding the life into tomorrow.

We are the believers of mankind
We look forward to you for your blessings I
If you propel us into rhythmic soul
We go behind the veil to hide our blemishes
With you at heart we move along the orbit
And without you we are lost unto void of the world
Without your blessings we are at the bottomless pit
We do not know how to know you.

Nymph of The Valley

Where had I seen you? I know your cloudless face, bleary-eyed forehead. Everything says what I imagined you in my remotest dream and desire. It takes a long while to forget the intrepid looking body and soul, Had God fashioned you in his own hand and in his own image. Is God the creator of soul? Where are you hailing from? I asked you. You remained as if a stormy petrel is whispering a soul song in your ear.

But I got my heart at you when you abruptly melted into your own clouds. In tears and jeers you cheered at your sovereignty. Your sovereignty spoke in many languages. In many words, it became a tome of dignity. You are just an epitome of rude fire and smoky fumes that never burn at the slightest provocation of love or hate. At the end of the tunnel I got you not running behind the stray dogs.

What should I name you? Nymph of the valley? The jingles of your body language is still deafening my silence. You are standing at the threshold of my conscience. You are neither singing nor dancing. Your presence makes all the difference as if someday you will kiss some somnambulist on his journey to oblivion. You are right at the corner of my wakefulness when all the birds have left their nests to greet the tomorrow to come.

Songs of Equality

Everything is light beyond darkness
Sights and sounds come alive in beautiful flights
Nothing and nobody remain prisoned in this vast expanse
Beautiful things are equally distributed in all sermons
All things are equal in this world
All are born out of the soil and water
All dwelling in close proximity
Nature brings all those glory for one and all
Everyone and everything are equally situated
Equal voice say the prayers of good and bonhomie
But never they do sing the same song.

One day all will be in ruins
One day all will be floating in wavy silence
What if the world will be submerged in violence
Everybody will be facing the equal consequence
What if nobody and nothing remains the same as ever
Even then equal voice will sing the same obituary
If nothing cheers the glory in perseverance
The sense of good and bonhomie will remain.

A Deep Dream

A deep dream at the far corner of the sky
Clouds of memory looming large over the horizon
The bell tolls for the peace to break in
Mystery silencing the horrors of the unknown
Splendour of beauty weeping in waves of light
History of ancient sages preaching incredible sermons
Humanity is revived once again.

Where are all those people gone?
Where have they hidden their treasure trove?
Cosmic soul says nothing
Yet nothing is salvaged at the altar of pride and glory
Glory is all that is humane and pride
Man's quest for better wisdom prevails
All evil designs defeated in the long run
History writes pages of lives
The sages sing the songs of eternity
Then why so much pains and violence roaring in anger
Will the history ever be rewritten?
Will there be a rising of another sun?

You Live In Your Desire

You only live in your desire
In your desire lives a passion for life
A passion that drives you from your horizon to a blessed land
You only desire to live in your passion
You have no other dream to cherish
You have no other life to live.


When you ask for the moon
I can give you a crumbling of desire
Your desire only can make you alive
You are stronger than ever to spread your wings
I can let you fly to your desired destination
The rainbow land is a long way to wander
When you cry for the moon I will give you the destination
You only follow me to my way of untrodden path
That path leads you all the way to that destination.


When you go against the spirit
You never cross the path of oceanic desire
You never come back to your desired destination
It only rubs off the road of salvation
The salvation that you desire to come alive
In your desire only your salvation is salvaged
And your passion is regenerated again and again.

O, Drum-beater!

O, drum-beater!
Beat your drum, beat your sweating chest
Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence
Beat your drum in ecstatic frenzy
We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts
The streams never sluice through our aisles
Our valley is weeping in wells of tears
Millions of stomachs stoking fire in hunger
Millions of footsteps walking along the valley
Voices have joined voices to reach God's haven
Will the heavenly bliss smile on their faces?



Do, drum-beater, do
Trumpet our voice in your drum
Let our million voices reach the shore
We are all in one in quest of our destiny
We will conquer our hunger, we will conquer the world
Our victory will be for our life
Someday we will paint the whole sky in our sweat and blood.

Brave Slave

You stand like a brave slave
Among the ruins of fire and brimstones you cry for your lost soul
All alone you walk along the rivers of blood and sweats
You know very well where the sky will meet the infinity
How mind and matter wiill equate the glory of heaven and earth.

Your world ceases to be your own
Your lost glory had infinite desires to cross new horizons
Yet the shadows of your bravery receded into nothingness
You remained prisoned in the cells of your faceless identity
You have heard the sages' voices coming from the seventh heaven
The sages were the slaves of their own world
They sang the voices of humanity
They never broke the shackles of slavery
They chose to bear the burden of bravery for nothing
Their wisdom of bravery has lost the way to the light.

You brave slave
Should you only hear the singing hisses of shackles?
Should you wander like a wayfarer
Who never sheds the guises of his old tattered shroud
The shroud that hides his pains and agony?

Paint Me Red

I have lost my dreams, O dreamer
Dream me a world of lost souls
Let the dreams be my orb of passions
I will journey into the wonderland
To fetch a message conveying to one and all
All and everyone will fill the void of life
Millions will be shouting in jeers and cheers
Following the footsteps of the departed souls
And there will be a fountain of shine and glory.

Colours of cloud has painted me gray
Red bastion has withheld my conscience
How to reach the shadows of my guises
How to repay the feelings in my own essence
I will never be begging a dream in gray twilight
I will never be a stranger to millions
Paint me red all along my road
Paint my footsteps all along my road
How far is my rising horizon
Paint me red
All along the path of the setting sun
I will embrace each and everyone on my journey
No one will be left far behind.

Who Has Stolen My Shadows?

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?
Time wraps days after nights
All spaces sizzling in prairie fire like a nomadic tribe
Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber
I forget to remember the consequence of existence
The chiaroscuro of my shadows follow all the way to the blessed land
Where lies my true colours of silence of life unto death.

Hearken to the voice of hidden mystique
Nothing is dispensable in warring togetherness
All embedded in natural joy and glory
Hope and beauty all too clear to the ephemeral guise
Who can fly into the rage of fiery silence?
Colours smile on colours in jest and fury
Who can paint the vast expanse of mother's benevolence?
Images of lost dreams surround the canvas of shadows
Seven sins and virtues breathe the ecstasy of existence
They are born and re-born in fleeting wings
Yet there is so much agony and ecstasy hiding in every soul.

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?

Ode To My silence

Where is my silence, o my silence?
Darkness surrounding darkness
Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence
Where are you born in me beleaguered world?
Are you born into the silence of night
Never to be born again unto the death of life?
When I am salvaging my self and beings
And a fleeting butterfly kisses the charm of the season
You stand like a block of rock leaning against the falling sky
Yet my sacred silence breaks you asunder
Why are you not my silence of unspoken brotherhood?

Silence, o my silence, where are you?
Why are you born into my besieged territory?
My forlorn hope breathes fire in a tempest of agony
I shall go along the length of my desire
To overcome the lassitude of my anguished pains
My pains will be extinguishing the fear of freedom.

O, my silence, where are basking in your glory?
My soul aches for thee in solemn whispering
My soul bleeds for more rousing violence
The violence will get you nowhere in my shadows
If your sacred shroud is never revealed in your voice
The voice that searches for discretion of wortwhileness
Why then the truth of beauty cries in vain?

O, my silence, beget the pristine melancholy for me
I will beg your Promethean fire once more to extinguish
And my nostalgia will breathe life unto more life to cherish.
O, my silence, my silence,
Why are you wrapping in mystery of heavenly bliss?
I pray to God all alone, where are you?