If Loving was to be Sentenced , then my body is the cage.
Living is an existence , otherwise known as age !
My other inmates call me as...Dead Man Walking !
A shadow seems ahead of me...which I keep stalking.

Was this the prison , you painted in My dream ?
where the silence of dignity , stifles my scream.
Trudging to a noose , I am decoding that knot.
I put you in my veins ,you acted like a clot !

Ice Gulag

Am I buried in the December Ice ?
Under a debris of a precious History.
Why the Precious always seem to be Precarious....in it's poise ?!


The icy prison
has  the transparency that let's me see beyond the
Dailys and Todays!!
...will it survive the transitions between the Rise and Fall of my personal civilisations!?
Keeping me trapped in a Time capsule and inject me to life ?
The times together mark the Time Spread in  my Life.
That otherwise is  named  a calender. 


 These Icy Gulags have a ghostly Chill
 takes away  my Life & need not kill
 The spectral entity of those Moments  tick  together
as the Eternal gifts Births , like a seasonal weather


The eerie silence behind those walls
 in the gorges I once called rooms
My memories throb though mummified
when   snowy deserts burn full Bloom
Though somethings are always ageless 
A wrinkle is a dune  in the desert of time
Why carve names on an epitaph...that is already Mine.

Since the Sins

Who oversees my Cosmic Footprint?
 My InCarnation journey...is it logged?
If yes...by Who, I do not know
Who judges My Cosmic crime...
who has given me a Timeless Past !??
Who has judged my Sins...as My advocacy is nowhere, I know !
Why do I feel these gaseous chains called breadths weighing me down just as an iron ball !
In the prison of birth as I gaze down the corridors,
I hear footsteps of floating souls
Friend or Foe....I do not know...
Since the Sins, I am sentenced to Life
I am denied Myself in My Own

Love can be a Sandcastle on the beach of Life

where the Dreamer seems stronger than the Engineer

but fate lies with the Moody Tide

to prove the Dream as a possible fact

or an

Engineered plan that claims fact under fiction !

Just as a Truth distorted is more blamed

paired against a White Lie !

Come December

Come December and it would be a date to remind you

of a Face in the Crowd

that arrested you for a second

and turned it into a Lifetime...
while i would be wiping the frost

on the window of my Icy Castle

to draw those eyes

that gave me a Limpid Pool,

to drown my fears and sail a boat

with and against the strongest winds !

Personal lava

I marked the Stars,connected the dots,drew My picture and framed it in my eyes. A volcano busted far below,threw it's ashes high above.It couldn't burn me.....it cannot...but spit a few smokerings on my picture trying to turn it Grey and I decide...Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust......if you can't...should I must ?

Mosaic of dreams

...n i wish to smoothen the eneven surface of your fears
and wipe itto shine like a Mosaic,of your dreams
on a Marble floor so clear...that it reflects
the skies overhead and thus bringing it
to your feet !