kaleidoscopes of life....

shining sun across a drop of rain,
brought a kaleidoscope of my own...

hanging dreams on branches of trees,
sunny lives ,fragrant breeze,
swirling winds,flailing waves,
whispering grooves,whistling caves...

stepping upon those dusky rays,
crooning melodies in husky tone,
shining sun across a drop of rain,
brought a kaleidoscope of my own...

dark clouds layered atop
peeping sun amongst roaring clouds,
sky is filled with colorful kites,
attached to threads of cheering crowd...

far away in the distance,
children dancing on some lovely tones,
shining sun across a drop of rain,
brought a kaleidoscope of my own...

water running down the streets,
children running behind paper boats,
i am celebrating the joy of life,
living the moment,writing this note...

a echoing sound of passing train,
adding to ninth symphony,
perpetually drizzling rain...

through Rose tinted kaleidoscopes
from dusk to dawn,
shining sun across a drop of rain,
brought a kaleidoscope of my own...



Prompt: "kaleidoscope of life..."
I fired kaleidoscope of my imagination and these are the colors that i have seen or experienced in my life, my country....where seasons are celebrated and life too....
Image courtesy: Collage by me , images from google.

hunter and the hunted!!!

http://joshidaniel.com/2010/07/06/103/  

footsteps on a hard,
sun beaten path..
in and out of forest,
up and down
,rocks and grass,
there lies in wait!
a blood thirsty beast,


eyes green with envy,
licking its teeth,
blood red tongue,
a wide snout,
bone crushing jaws,
disfigured mouth,
pearly white canines,
curled inside,
angry grunts,
claws to strike..

limps at hind quarters,
mangy and greedy,
it sits in wait,
ambush its prey,
dark in color,
darkened soul,
maneater beast,
on the prowl...

passing through forest,
unaware travellers,
kills them to have a feast,
it has a territory,
doesn't like to be tresspassed,
man,cattle or prey,
nothing lasts..

it marks its prey,
hiding behind,
stalking them,
all this while ,
till they are unwary,
tired or afraid...
pounces on them,
bites on the neck...
swiping at hide,
trickling blood,
send it into frenzy...
those long white canines,
deep into the vein,
spray of warm blood,
on its face...
trembling of body,
beating of heart...
a fightback in vein,
makes it even mad..
assures it,the prey is dead,
it carries it off ...
off the trail,
into the deep, dark cave...
where it sits in peace,
takes a breather...
growls with satisfaction,
eats at leisure....

it can't be killed,
it resides within me...
i captured it,
but i can't set it free...

i am the traveler,
that forest is my life,
i try to hide in varied forms

but it finds me every time...

my alter ego,
turns to beast every time,
i fail in life..
it hunts me down every night,
or in broad day light..
it has become dominant,
over my original self...
i need someone to care for me,
please i need some help...

i am the hunter and the hunted!!!!

Prompt: picture by a fantastic photographer
Mr Daniel Joshi...
Visit him at  : http://joshidaniel.com/2010/07/06/103/ 

are you back in town!!??

The Sun is shining twice as bright,
are you back in town!!?
I woke up with a thought and smile,
are you back in town!!?

day is spent,engrossed in your thoughts,
wishes flying high in the sky,
imagining, kissing you again,
while lying on beach,
on  a dark starry night..

warm easterlies and a low tide,
are you back in town!!?
your dreams, gingerly, woke me up tonight,
are you back in town!!??

tuberosa blossoming in my garden,
to guide you in the dark,
rains smell like fragrant wine,
and an overwhelming heart,

longing thoughts yet a sudden smile!!
are you back in town!!?
yes, i can feel, you smiled for that while,
are you back in town!!??

every heart beat is,knock on my door,
a gush of wind ,you walked across the floor,
i could hear you, calling my name,
gently floating on a breeze that came,
yes,i miss you like i miss my life,

are you back in town!!??

my confessions,your regret....

my blood has dried,
blackened my eyes,
tears washed that kohl 
all over my face,
yes, in the sun,i smile,
but i cry when it fades...

my body is deprived of rains,
my soul is devoured by pains...
more i walk close to end,
further i move, to change,
my start ever again... 

yes i try to defy,
because i have been denied...
my dream,my hope ,my ambition,
my love,my desires,my life...

i never gave up,
i never protest,
you put me through
difficult to worse to worst,
to bring out my best!!?

now i have lost hope,
i will not care,
now i don't believe in you,
now you don't dare...

i wanted to be simple man,
to help other's while i can,
you forced me to break down or bend,
now your honour,i won't defend...

i am now,on my own,
i will do what i want,
all that's right,all that's wrong,
i'll make you regret,
such i will become..

6X3 and RIP...

divides,boundaries ,countries,whole world is in a mess,
they fight over people,they fight over lands,
religions and views,christians,muslims,jews,
hindus,persians all...
dare to raise your voice,die to see it fall...
they curb our voices,by bang of guns,
sitting lavishly in their forts ,caring for none...
they raise hell,yet rule the world...


Immortality becomes obsession,power corrupts absolute
deaf to the conscience calls,blind towards truth,
such a beautiful place,this world we live in,
i heard that gods envy us,they want us to give in,
i guess they would be happy now,we have eased their work,
we cry and kill each other,they watch it with smirk...


why so much hatred,why so much pain,
you came with closed fists,will leave with open hands,
nothing stays forever,neither power nor life,
all that we need is be better and strive..
because at the end nothing else matters,
a 6X3 of land and rest in peace forever...

lake of fire...

emerging fumes from the lake of fire,

engulfing flames of lust and desire,

mirage of finding cool of love, insight

a floating frame, wailing on the other side...

she passed by, looking right in my face,

i lost her sight, brisking my pace...

i know she looked till i took that turn

i know those teary eyes,got stuck to my yearn...

i showed courage to make a fool of mine,

you did not care, my sighs you resigned...

i still have it inside, but i don't care now,

you still make me proud, but i can not show how!?...

i see those loud colors,

and i know something is amiss,

i so want to call you at nights,

but my calls are just cold shivers...

black of night, shimmering of stars

gushes of wind,rustle of leaves...

rising mist from the surface of grass

that haunting silence,my dripping grief...

justice was done on my judgement day,

failures were carved over my undeserving fate

memories of past did not fade

my shadows just got bigger than my gait...

banished dreams...

its been days since i've had a dream,

though i keep thinking of those dreamy eyes,

i wonder what is in there,

may be in a dream i could find.....

my sleep is on the run,

its terrified with the nights,

although the nights are sleepy,

engulfing all hopes of life...

how easy it is to die,

how difficult it has become to sleep,

i can't even meet her in my dreams,

i think she dreams of me,

i wonder what she sees...

the perfect world that she belongs to,

even my dreams are banished from,

she is standing on the border line,

with the hope of resurrecting our love...

Prompt: the thought "i think she dreams of me yet i wonder what she sees..." by V.Amorphyx of Allpoetry

http://allpoetry.com/V._Amorphyx

road to oblivion...

  making way on my bike

in a dead cold night

few passing bright moments 

those distant road lights

this black stretched strip

a road to oblivion

it runs across my life

but the journey never ends

arid,barren,silent cemetery on right

lively ,bright lights on left side

gushing wind drifts me from dead to bright

just like fate,it won't let you decide

skin from my hands has peeled off

i washed sweat,tears and blood off my face

lines from my palms are erased for good

now the route map is gone,of destined place

my hands are numb,legs are weak

i can't stop till journey is complete

this night is life,dawn is the end

I'll pass from tears to cheerful beat

Prompt: to write about the journey of life as a motorbike journey, with intense emotions and dark ,deep  despair....

my love,my muse...

i can't wait till spring

for my flowers to bloom

go through pollination

to bear the love fruit

so tonight i took

a whole new form

to experience a touch,a kiss

and a dance off some love song...

i'll try to fly tonight

keeping intact with my roots

for this sky is my lover

this earth is my muse...

Prompt: the given picture with an instruction to write something sensual....