My Pug Marks

Like the pistol bullets shot At an army with swords for defense Like an expensive dairy chocolate slab Gifted to a lactose intolerant Like a treatment for depression related disorders Prescribed to the guy who acts joker in the circus Like an amusement park Filled with Dementor-like creatures Life is a simple equation Filled with many variables

as you walked by a few thoughts sprung in mind of my should i just hold your hand to induce in your mind a thought band or should i come in front of you from your eyes i get questions too but as it passed the thought last you had already walked past as you sit i feel like a misfit your presence pristine is all you need but i aught to be there on your aura i feed you look at me with smiling eyes my world becomes virtue without vice and then you call me for something i get pulled by the unknown string as you quietly sleep into another world my mind takes a leap a face of calm meadows and airy sunshine they begin to dimmer on the forehead those lines a quiet peaceful slumber shrouds the room even with the world outside going crazy towards doom you fit cosily into my chest the feeling of a saint in his himalayan rest

When the birds take off to sky Clear wet round mirrors on leaves Reflect some light I'd say its time to write When the glory of sea Meets the slipping brown sand And paints it frothy white I'd say its time to write When the fisherman throws His net far wide Serene lake caged in ripples slight I'd say its time to write When the child closes his eyes For his first prayer ever  Folding his hands tight I'd say its time to write When that bullet kills And the one who reached The revolver first sighs I'd say its time to write When feelings erupt With lines taking shape Of ideas bright I won't say - I'd just write.

As I sit to write My same old ink pen Begins to talk to me In words I never knew I would ever know It refuses to write Saying its canals had dried Like the thoughts, I tried But it did not relent I reminded him of the good old The smell of blue as it faded on husky old paper It reminded me of how long that was After much persuasion It did splutter the same old smell of blue Beginning afresh with splendor renewed

Image Courtesy: Self! :) a puff of invisible fume rising above like an unknown plume rickety in its path as it flows a cold wind freezes it mellow like a cotton ball grey and white flowing in sky's ocean in full sight in search of more of its kind to build and structure and bind like huge drums beating and streak of light falls back in a cold wet flight into the blue from where it came round and round to rise again

Image Courtesy: http://mockingmusic.blogspot.com/ they don't know there is strength in oblivion a grim energy being built from their derision a new charge up vicious than can be imagined a solid hammer nail that can't be unhinged clarity of vision new mission strength from oblivion

A cake with a cherry People making merry Surrounded with love With blessings from heaven above Their child's first year on earth Should be celebrated without any dearth Happiness on faces Loving embraces Gardens manicured Tricks by magician Goof ups from the joker Small kids allured The desert winds blow Making their march slow Covered faces and blinding storms As little baby's wailing fails to form Father comes back to take a look From the child's mother In his embrace the  baby he took Open deserts and killing winds With all its fury nature brings Their child's first year on earth Was celebrated without any dearth