I'll seek her.
Like a thousand words unsaid,
She left me an impression unspoken, unheard but felt.
I know her souvenirs and relics are with me forever to last.
The shadows of those nights still live in my heart.
I have those memories,
Of the past long gone.
But solemn promises, I'll still have to make.
For the coming times, I'll seek her trail.
Wherever she is, my longings will follow her.
Wherever she maybe, my quests will pursue her.
Like those days, mysterious times are back again.
For the wonder, I am writing again.

Waiting for the dawn

As the Night creeps again on my door,

And Shadows start to swirl n dance.

Some darkness clouds the floor,

And sets my mind in a trance.

I see strange shapes move in a gloom,

Making me feel about a life long gone.

And I start to contemplate this doom,

Yes I'm waiting for the dawn.

The blackness suffocates me,

And brings on a strange fear.

Celestial it is and I cant see,

There's a panic in my veins,

Binding me with unseen chains..

I struggle to move on and on,

Yes I'm waiting for the dawn.

So intent upon this fight,

I notice some growing light..

But the darkness never fades away,

Towards heaven, I'm on my way

The Dying Knight

Its a moonless night,
A river basin, squirmed in a tidal flight.
Fleet of waves bring a Cavalier half dead.
Drenched in the cubits and stained in red.
.
Its a furious tale of pain & agony,
Battle against the dark and fall of the last harmony.
Though he went down, against the rise of the rogue.
But fought till the last, a gallant warrior in vogue.
.
Subriguos land with fading, dying renditions,
Reminiscence echoes and the knight falls in a delusion,
Onto his last, he remembers his struggle and the cause.
His fights for the freedom, as the coming ages will applause.
.
The reign of the shadows finally occupy the realm so vast..
A dying fugitive, lies and breathes his last.

The story of an exiled man

When the time went hard, my path was trodden.
Then the soul was betrayed, and the words unspoken.
As I fell to the dungeons, my sense was dead.
There was no god, for the years I prayed.
There was no heaven, so wrong I was.
No good was done to the heart that ailed.
Then I opened my eyes the place was silent,
A lounge of the dead, where the bodies were laid.
Then I felt, the reason I was there.
Death was inevitable any way I went,
All the kings and pawns were slayed in the same hall.
Because Life is not to fail and fall,
But to rise everytime till I fade...

There's something in the malt, which grants us the privilege to express...

Elope with the nature...

The falling rains, the huge thunders.
The whistling trees and the echoing winds.
Lying in the company of a pitch black night,
Back from the lodge window,
A man by the fire,
A mug of coffee and the tales untold !

They have seen me in myriad moods,

From himalayas, to the lonely routes...
From the roads to nowhere,
To the destinations, I was always there...
In the roar of harsh rains,
I reached home without any pain...
In the days of my boy-lore,

When the adrenaline rushed from the core...

In those speed battles with my friends,

Or those wheelies and other trends...

Those wheels have been there,

For the lifetime I spared...

When those near to heart betrayed,

Lone roads and long rides were my trade...

Thanks for the times and rides,

Time to sail for another million tides...