When real crescent meets
the fake one,
a dried lake one
made of glittering gold,
thousand merchants sold
It smiles and says
Billion dollars and this
Divine is pleased
not with spent money
how funny, are Sapiens’ deeds
I was in Abu Dhabi few days ago. People know the city for its oil wealth and F1 racing! I will know it for its truly majestic mosque. Here are few shots…
Sky, are you blue, is that true?
Depends, says my good old friend
If you are angry and I agree
I could be red with many dead
Don’t be so mad, making me sad
what happens next
I could be pink, in shame I sink
errors of judgement, I blush and blink
Violet the new colour, becomes this blue
Confused without clue
When you are not around
Nowhere to be found
Unable to hear your sound
I get grey, my clouds in tears
Sapiens destroy sister earth
Scared for her, million fears
I am white, the bright knight
cleaning smog, jealousy, spite
I am dark and black, come soon
Light me up, make me laugh
my funny cousin moon
When the king sun arrives
as court jester in space
I spray colours filling my face
to keep him amused, I hope he stays
That’s the story I could tell today
plenty more still, come another day
Princess of darkness
Courage required
to reveal yourself
in the sunlight
Moon is just a mere
reflection, deflection
of its master
has nothing of its own
In an early morn,
dawn making skin glitter
I will see you glowing
with passion so pure,
you say, Am I sure?
with those searching
deep blue eyes
I just get lost
immersing in vast ocean,
bathing naked in my illusion
Am I sure??
yes my dear
Very very sure,
Throne awaits you
life, why you are not fair
because of you,
indeed because of you,
I lost that zeal and flair
now flying to the moon
to find tranquility soon
grip slipping away from sanity
slowly becoming a loon
People know the city for its oil wealth and F1 racing! I will know it for its truly majestic mosque. Here are few shots…
Silence of a dark night
deafening for the soul
Looking towards redemption
Stories untold
Life is but a prism
Colours separating from the seams
Dark ones are quiet
Light ones scream
May be we are prisoners
our small deeds
Considered crimes
Punishable indeed
As the night passes
we are left without words
travelling long distances
returning where we stood
the dawn appears at last
Time to wear our masks
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 