Just a little more !

The dreams left alone,
All time turned to stone,
fly up high in the limitless sky,
not scared,not ashamed,not shy !

The warmth of a mother's palm,
The shadow of a father's inspires calm;
All free,free to paint;
or meditate in a lone corner,be a saint !

where time goes slow,
but the seconds go fast !
as much as you desire,
for long it shall never last !

For too long have i been awake,
Dusk is upon me,and soon night shall fall,
where it rains petals and life is light,
drowse away,blur my sight !

Lost Hand !

A moment or a Lifetime,
What does rule time indeed ?
Spending an eternity for one joyous moment,
Whence a single second wrecks havoc on all sweat shed.
They say there are ups and downs
Mythical till the truth.
When the world falls apart
Life comes crashing down from its pinnacle
And bards come to life,
But all words fail for the one;
The one reason for all the rest.
The silent journey that,
He is made to embark upon;
Is all wet and crestfallen;
Companions wonder if
A sun shall ever rise from that dusk;
Late is the hour,dark it has gotten;
Once filled with chuckles and light;
Is now mute and soon to end;
If it helps
Pray for the souls unfortunate.

The King is bound !

In a world mastered by time,
Has someone dared stray out of it ?
The monarch looks on
Expecting a bow howsoever,
No matter defeat or surrender;
A rise in the level is what it gets in turn.
Gentle,yet nothing short of a revolt in its own;
Quiet,yet louder than roars.
Stops for its own instance,
Marveling its own magnificence yet again;
But the lashes come close,
The sight gets acute;the vision;crimson;
A monologue proceeds,
The usual witness in a dilemma;
Goes un-noticed by them nevertheless,
For in their own thoughts they prevail;
Lost in the symphony of their own
Playing their own tunes
Rejoicing in the same
Shouting,shrieking even
They go like the wind,only quieter.
Sentenced they will be
And why not,dared defy the absolute
But by what means and to what end ?
For they don't mind sleeping eternally,
If they are but in the same grave
And of not,the green shall perish,
The monarch shall halt;
For a moment,forever;
In an abundance of grey, and red.

The Hunger Games

It’s Dark Ahead,

The Road stretches on,

Led by a monotonous march,

To a red horizon;

And to know you have to go on,

No matter what.

The path is dry and simple,

And yet it looks hard,

An unguided journey,

But a mastered one nonetheless;

It’s just the way of things,

Un-knowing and relentless.

Visionless, without dreams, without wishes.

No hope, none whatsoever.

A harsh symphony,

From a forsaken column,

Plays along with the road,

It’s really a display,

For the masters,

A game, one not joyous to all,

With rules untold,

Violation enlightens as and when,

Where nobody wins,

And a few loose,

Not that unpredictable.