Let me find the way

Questions get answered
And yet you get lost
Hippies turn more rational
A life worth living

Voices get lost in throat
Yet there is shrilling scream in your head
You don't know which way to go
And with directions you are lost

You have crowd hanging about
And you are alone
There is nothing charming in malls
And you go for dark cloud with flickering stars

Cold nights appear warmer
Alien beds seem cosy
You detest the thing you call home
And all who claim you yours

You look around
May be a hug will do
Or a greeting smile from strangers
They make your day

But the claims of belongings
The right of suggestions
The known and understood faces
More hostile, more strangers

May be lost within the known crowd
Rebelling against peace and harmony
Ripple against the calm lake
And hail in midsummer day

They make you adult
Losing yourself is yes what it is about
Losing yourself from them to be found out by you
Known and more understood than you do today

If so, let the ripples be created
Let me get lost in the crowd
But this time keep your map with yourself
Let me find the way!!!

Wishing for your cloak

I wish could steal your cloak
Divine and royal as it seems
Does it really make me disappear
For me to go for hiding?

I shall then hang around for a while,
Unknown to any single soul
And catch you before you deny
Whenever you play so fowl!


I shall then hardly ever appear
Because I am set to escape
All that pains and wound I bear
More than I can scream for help


Then I shall run way so far
Moorlands and woods left unexplored
Finding somewhere, someone
Who makes me feel I too am adored

My eyes moisten as I write this words
Wishing for your cloak so divine
Will it help me find an escape route
And tell me its gonna be fine!

Horse who lost the war!

I am a horse black or white
Weak and hurt down the knees
Laying in the dark stable
Waiting for my release

I have hardly seen any sun,
Since the time I was a colt
Other than those peeping rays
Dancing through those crack and hole

You reined me since I was of month
Thinking you could use that cart
But I was meant for wilderness
Now a horse who lost the war

I dreamed of breaking those reins
Growing wings of my own
Whatever colour may they be
But to fly till any wings have flown

I once or twice flapped those wings
Eager to see those green woodlands
And had jumped and flied few times at least
Before you slaughtered them with your hands

I have quit to dream anymore
No more I hope to grow my wings
Realising I am meant to pull those wheels
And to live as a lonely being

You love to drag me all muddy way
I pull your 'tuk-tuk' with all my might
And I have dreamed of running race!!!!
Now you have restricted my sight

Hurt and tired here I lay
Ending another day of slaughted dreams
Hope the rays dance all the same
When tonignt old moon smiles and beams