Beetle

                                                                     A Beetle that I found at 3500 meters - Mustang 

Why?

Why run?
when you can't catch
why judge
when you can't watch?

when was the last time
you looked up
not in the sky.
looked up ahead in life
looked up ahead in time

and, did you have
a choice, or
were you the only choice?
why act, when you can't
confront
why? fall back
when you can pick yourself
up and walk the
path of life, that
you looked up on
few lines above ?
Why ?

Light

For fires,
or flames
of rationality
or irrational games,

for pleasure,
of pain-less
immortality
of entangled thoughts

for
a heart of stone,
a mind, of a
diamond melt-er
for a shadow,
and a shelter,

for food,
or fight,
the everlasting
run,
for the tunnel
of light

Untitled

At  first, a stranger, a little
Strange, more than at times doubting
Me, replying a lot with sarcasms
I thought, and wondered,if it were
Ture, need to think it through
At last I know, very good, a Girl

Story Teller!

A descriptive
imagination, in darkness
frowned by shadow
of inner-self
the demon of imagination,
quarreling with  angel
of reality,
the face,
of a story teller
a story that
brings smile
to the eyes,
as the happiness
runs down the
eyes in soft watery shades,
but piercing away the
heart like a,
hard, cold blades! 

Raindrops

The designer,
the writer,
the designed and
the written,
the rain drenched
thoughts,
and the
re-forming
watery footprints,
left behind by
a stranger with
face, a strange one,
the rains drops
like tears fall,
into the oblivion
the faces too,
dissolve into the
blurry rainy wallpaper
but the coldness remains,
at times, last forever

Test Shot

A Beetle

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