Fruits of Sin

Fruits of Sin
Are too sweet to begin with
But gall within its seeds
Shall soon flourish in a venom trees

Big Question

What runs this world
I wonder all the time
I wander all the time
In search of an answer

 

Polar Night

Amidst the mist and along the bog

Forlorn frost bathes in a chilly fog
Showers of snow and blizzard's blitz
Augurs the whirl-winds of polar night

Eyes

Eyes can reveal …

... more than one can see

If only …one can see,
Beyond the limits of sight

 

Singing Eyes

Eyes can hum
with two lips of lids
Silent songs of soul
With rhythms of blinks

and serenades of tears
that trembling lashes sing



 

Real Pawn

Even if a King ,
He is a Pawn still
On a chequered board
Of a game of a Chess ...

Godless God

Why people do not see

God within ...
But rush to worship
Godless god ,outward



 

Making of a Legend

A legend looms

As gossip blooms

A lie is fortified

As myth gets glorified