The Philosopher's Stone

Just another day of darkness.
Crimes committed.
Prayers interrupted.
An old man dies of hunger.
Just another day, when the alchemist failed.

The brothers were fighting.
For money.
The mother wished to die.
The drunken father puked all over.
Was the alchemist sleeping?

Yes, it is a green world.
Green with envy.
Can the mosses ever turn to gold?
The alchemist can’t be wrong,
Where is The Philosopher's Stone?

The blind man got a boy's shoulder.
The beggar got a warm shelter.
The treacherous friend was forgiven.
The sad man got a hug.
The alchemist keeps trying.

Amidst vivid darkness,
Penetrating layers of mosses,
Did we just see a golden spark?
In a golden smile and a golden heart,
Swearing by the sun's golden rays,
Isn’t that a shining Philosopher's Stone?

The Alchemist was always successful

Fly High

Little boy, little boy,why do you cry?
Spare your tears and tell me why.
Little boy, little boy this is not fair.
The pain isn't all yours, please let me share.

From up above the great blue sky,
Pretty angels summon you to fly.
Fly, fly O boy, go fly high,
And show your true colors like a butterfly.

The demons all around are breathing fire,
Jealous green eyes hooked to conspire.
Let them stare, let them try,
with wings on your feet,off you fly.

Just close your eyes and listen to your soul,
Read the heartbeats and you're on a roll.
The child inside you is all set to run,
Go, take over on the world and have your fun.

For the boy with the sunny smile

A funny boy with a sunny smile,
met a little girl in a pretty isle.
The girl was sad,with tears in her eyes,
the boy said "no worries!
I'll help you rise".
And he played pranks,
And naughty games,
The girl start gigling,
Forgetting her pains.
The grasses were green,
and the sky was blue
flowers were dancing,
and their friendship was true.
The girl was happy,
she has found her best friend,
she won't cry anymore,
on this friend she'd depend.
Days passed by,
their friendship grew,
it was smiles all the way,
with fightings few.
Then oneday as they were playing,
the girl noticed that the boy was'nt smiling.
she tried playing pranks,
she tried asking why,
but the boy wud'nt say,
He just wont reply.
He kept playing,
trying hard to smile,
pretending to be happy,
but his efforts were futile.
What would the girl do?
she seemed so lost...
she wanted her friend to smile,
Anyhow, at any cost.

When will the boy smile again?
When will he again play pranks?
Looking for a lost smile,
the little girl wonders.

Rainbow in my dreams

Grasses are green.
GREEN.
Soft and mischievous.
And oh so full of life!

Roses are red.
Roses smell so good.
Tender touch of their petals...
Soft and erotic.
RED.
Strong and dominating.

BLUE.
The sky is blue.
The water is blue.
Blue is the color of my eye.
Blue.
Honest and liberal.


When the sun shines and the rain falls,
The Rainbow adorns the sky.
My granny told me.
The rainbow has all colors.

Do I dream of the rainbow?
Can I FEEL the rainbow?
Will the rainbow caress my skin?

I whispered to the wind,
To carry my message to the rainbow.
To come down to me
And kiss my cheek.
'cause I need to feel its touch,
'cause I need to inhale its fragrance!

I need to feel the blue.
I need to feel the red.
I need to feel the green.

'Cause there is only one color
that my blue eyes let in.
BLACK.

BLACK.
Stubborn and unforgiving.

An Autobiography of Time

I am Time.

You know me very well.

You live in me, And I live through you.

Morning to night,

You talk about me.

Without a doubt,

You love me.

I am THE ONE whom you care for.

I am THE ONE whom you're scared to lose.

I give you a moment of myself.

To stop and to think.

To listen to me for once.

To learn what I am.

To know what TIME really is.

Because, I am THE REASON for every breath you take.

Because, I am THE ONE you live for.

I hear the businessman say to his wife,"I have no TIME for love".

It's me he is talking of!

And blank I stare.

Hiding from the playful gestures of the fields,

The serious student says,"I have no TIME to play".

With a bagful of moments waiting to be used,

I gape and heave a sigh of despair.

I am TIME.

My bag is full of moments for you.

Moments to Love.Moments to play.

Moments to sing and dance.

Moments to listen and say.

Moments to work and moments for meet.

Moments to sleep and moments to eat.

How to know when to do what?

Easy it is!

Open your mind's eyes and lend your ears,

I have stored the secret password,

In cabins of your heart.

Deceptive Dreams

Starry dreams cloud my eyes.
Dreams of colors.
Of barren lands.
Of Love...
Of Peace...
Dreams that are pestering, persuading, deceiving.
Curtaining me from reality.
Fogging my eyes from red signals of actuality.
From chances of survival.
I detest dreams.
They cloud in my eyes and cause rain in them.
And dissappear.