Sunday, July 17, 2011


Broken I am,
dont mistake me with destroyed
I have been knocked at a juncture
Dont mistake me with defeated,
To stand loud, my architect constructed,
...Even when you loose the superficials,
Stand as a triumphed, and splended,
Look - Even the broken halo shines
I hold the poise like a winner`s asset !!


The world owned me and I could not resist,
There was darkness.., inside & out,
So .... I closed my mind with doubt,
The sun was setting on me,
Darkness descending ...
Brave I am ... I kept pretending,

Enigmatically dipped into the dusk …
Hope was bleak.. and knees weak,
in this tunnel - light I seek,

Groping ended..
The slit found, enlightened and profound,
It dawns on me - I can now hear my sound,

I have been awaken to light,
Closed to awry, and conscious to satisfaction,
Kindled with calm, passionate and optimism.


A green attire
and a fedora dipped in blood
I stand to protect my community
...Beyond the shadows of the standing.... I eye the peril

As the gear lashes in air
I realise the sweat on my back
As the nail on my head hurts
I recall the brutal attack,

The fallen, and the dark
The edges ripped.

As u see me from behind,
My claret flows..., to doubt my poise
It mixed with my fret to change and go bright,
This is delusion and bait for the confusion
The hunter will be hunted and rampant controlled..
My eyes are on the path - alert and in control.