Palate

hands roll down on the palate..

As the sketch is drawn….
What words do I speak,
For the soul is deaf…..

I wait for the brush to lay my life out….
For some its beautiful,
For some it’s a dead man’s art…

which way do i look and where do i head...
let me keep pedaling, to know where i've been...

ambition...

the very barriers paved my way,
but then they were my own...
having started, i wonder now,
is the ambition, my very ego...

dusk....

Cracks on the shaterred roof top,
as if waiting to pour on me ....
my shadow is longer than me,
does that mean, the day ends here?

yaad..

na mange mile teri kirpa,
mange te ki mile....
yaad kare na thakya main,
thakya te ki yaad karya...