He will fight

He will fight,
In the thick forests, on moonless nights.
When nameless creature prey in the dark,
With his rangers or alone.

Undaunted in defeat,
It does not last unless he gave up.
Sombre in victory,
A final victory is not a possibility.

His enemies have seen their choicest weapons,
rendered futile at his gaze.
They fear him.
His people have seen the demons of their worst nightmares,
Die tamely by his sword.
They fear him too.

They offered to make him one of the kings,
If he would abandon his battle.
And promised to venerate him posthumous,
With a memorial in the town square.

But he will fight,
To keep his right,
To fight his fight.

Bliss

The breath that courses through the lungs is the same,
As the breeze that whispered nothings in the ears,
And the storm that hurried the nimbus across mountains.

Psychic

You look at me strangely,
The sea that roars inside the inner ear,
The waves crashing against the ear drums,
Don’t you hear ?

My eyes do not see you neither,
They have gone past your face,
Like lasers seeking eternity.

And a volcano just erupted,
Inside the spinal chord,
Spewing magma up,
Invading the brain cells in one hot embrace.

Bail me out this once,
Come again, another day.

Another doodle

A lump in the throat,
A poem trying to break out ?
Feeling of warmth, now almost hot,
Is it the heat that bakes the bread ?

A car moving too fast,
It smells of danger.
Ease of the gas pedal, may be,
Cruise along for while.

In moving with the winds,
Life whispers in the ear.

A doodle

An exciting life,
Challenges,
On the edge,
Liminal space between slices of time.

New,
Rules to be broken,
Tradition to be discarded,
Common wisdom smell rancid.

Pursue,
In silence,
Purity of conscience,
Lightness of heart,
Happiness of the heavens.

Die hard dreams

Some dreams die hard. When you see it for the first time as a misty form, it is hard to imagine that it would endure through the trying times. Then it lives through darkness, survives the assault of the dragons, burns in hellish fires, climbs up treacherous mountains and swim across stormy seas.Then it soars into the skies and flies with the eagles. It see greater dreams, yet not for a moment doubts its own worth. It remain.

Change you want to see

The anger that bursts through in your voice,
Betrays a certain helplessness.
Talking is all you can do.
Isn’t it ?

Change is what you want,
Or so it seems.

But how much of it will you take ?
What if it bursts through your home,
And sweep you off your feet.
What if it blows you to alien lands,
Where you have to take those first steps,
Again.

The change that will never come,
Is your relief and hope.
I suspect,
Your rage not withstanding.

White Rabbit

In those innocent childhood days,
We adored the white fluffy animal,
That twitches its nose smelling the wind,
And loves to feed on carrots.

Then one lazy afternoon,
It enlivened the proceedings,
Leading us to the wonderland,
Where trees talked and dreams turned real.

But now i dread that tufted tail and twitching nose.
For they call

This rabbit hole is deep and adventures bewitching await.

Blank Pages

Does the blank pages of the diary look like life not lived ?
Or is it just that the life was too busy to ink those pages ?
Or does it mean the same thing put down differently ?

Late in the night

Late in the night,
Sleep in the eye,
Clock at its twelve,

Will a spook rise,
To excite my life.