Symptoms

When the head meets a quake  ,

               at the inception of a thought .

When the eyes dream awake ,

               watching a battle being fought .

Mind turns oblivious ,

               to the existence of beings .

And senses turn numb ,

               to the charm of things .

Time zooms past ,

               seasons halt and commence .

Whims feel puny ,

                and trivial in essence .

Hypnosis of future ,

               its beauty, its sheen .

All symptoms of a soul ,

               haunted by a dream .

 

Sunshine 

 

Blow like a leaf in zephyr

Flow like a pebble in nile

Fall like a drop in monsoon

But shine like winter sunshine

 

Down The Philosopher's Lane 

When on this road I stepped, 2 things I was told,

Insanity waits at the end, and you will be standing all alone.

Away from time and reality, I searched for the truth untold,

Sometimes stopped and looked back, but still wanted to walk more.

Now I stand at the end, inside a light flickering with fear,

Insanity now I  what it is, for they were right, there is no one near.

So to those who hear these sounds, I still haven’t lost any hope.

I want to go back and prove, prove them wrong just once more.

-- from my philosopher friend , Prashant