In Between the lines...
Deceptive epiphanies, musical sadness among fading roses, moving arms of clock, and impatient eyes…beautiful memories to look back…Unfulfilled promises to look ahead…amidst them is the disillusioned present….how beautiful are some small betrayals of life…

In the twilight of memory….

Tired from the fatigue of this Orwellian world…. carrying the burden of my thread bare existence…I was running…running away from the selfishness of the masked civilized beasts, who were hovering around me as vultures, ready to relish my flesh and bones…I was tired…completely exhausted….then at one of the labyrinth of life…I met somebody…a stranger…..yet he seemed acquainted…amidst faceless numberless crowd he stood out with his own identity...his presence was like a cool shade under the scorching sun…or like the first few drops of much awaited rain on the thirsty and cracking ground…he came like a breath of fresh air when I was gasping for air …his smile was enough for healing thousand wounds…the epitome of goodness…after meeting him I forgot everything …even the scars of time….he was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me…..he gave me a rose tinted glasses through which the same world appeared differently…more lovely…more beautiful…but I was weak…unable to articulate my feelings…I wanted to tell him that I needed him…loved him but unable to express….he was lost..…but in those few moments I lived my life….I have treasured enough memories…still down memory lane I walk with him…holding his hand…he often comes back in the twilight of memory to teach me to build another tower in the sky…..thank you stranger for everything you did…

Unspeakable Confessions...

I am the only survivor of the atrocities of life

Lend me thy ears

rescued from the tsunami of emotions

I have certain confessions to make..

Tired from the masks which I have to wear

want to unmask myself, relieve the burden

I am no saint perhaps the manifestation of satan

Takes my robes away, Naked I want to walk.

My heart is a casket of desires

Some desires are lovely and tender

some are dirty and blasphameous

But Why should I be ashamed of them?

Let me speak the unspeakable

Let me confess the unspeakable confessions

Iam no angel, the perfect creation

But a man, carrying the taint of Original Sin

Torn between Satan and Angels

Oscillatng between Good and Evil

If father Adam was not perfect

How can I be?

Let me live the life, The way I like to live

Atleast for this moment

Let me unburden myself from

The rewards and punishments