cube

Faces are many
all sides equal, in harmony
its like a life form
from, the middle of life

seems so natural
simple and mutual
life begins, when one is born
born from the cubes, of life forms

i wonder how its still rolling
rolling, and yet controlling
the way we think ;
think that where are we from

its just a cube to say
but it has sides and faces by the way
all equal
equal in all forms

its just a cube

flute...!!!

my lips shiver ...
feelin the air blowin by....
all the feelings went out when i closed my eye...
i held her gently...
and again closed my eye...

felt the breeze flowing through .....
played a note as i always do ....
felt the sound ...
like healing a bruised wound....
suddenly a silence fell upon..

i never knew it ll last for ever ...
i wandered between water leaves and clover...
something was strange again...
and i felt as if it was rain..
soon i felt that someone was clapping..

so to retrieve that silence i started playin again..
until i felt my eyes wet....
and i knew this time ...
it was neither the sound nor the rain....

so remembering her i started playin again...

VIZAG

blue water beaches

but you cant swim through..

i walked alone for miles

but no one told me where are you..

darkness falls before night

ppl still search something out of sight..

you can love the coffee

and can witness his might ...

every hoarding is so colorful

but holds no meaning for me

i stood by a cemetery

calculating the amount of life i missed without my family....

few old lines

IT flew off my palms...
off the palms at shore...
its hard to realize
that who is more thirsty ..
damn SEA or the SHORE...

her eyes holds the beauty..
or is that beauty who is lying...
i still cant believe my eyes...
and can now see IT flying..

as the morning drew closer...
so did the dew...
i still cant figure out, where time travels ...
when ITs you..

WHEN INSTRUMENTS LISTEN..

the strings are silent
winds just blow by
some sticks are lying on the floor
and they are asking each other WHY...

there was time when we jammed
and strummed some wild tunes aloud
we were a band
we yelled it and we were proud...

i still walk past by the rainbows
which are lyin on the street
it wasnt about u & certainly not about me
neither it was for few bucks and nor it was for weed....

damn what happened to MEEKAL HASSAN's
where are the CREED
my pluktrum still asks me
is it the music
or the musicians who succeed..

chill..

as you sip up the tea...

its still cold here...

you wonder how can it be .

but its still cold here...

the peahen says today the clouds ll not be...

but its still cold here..

the morning raga says happy you should be..

but its still cold here..

the sun shines over the tree..

alas its still cold here..

i find a msg sayin i miss u honey...

but its still cold here..

now am here in my blanket .. sippin hot chocolate and TILL'S CHIKKI...

BUT ITS STILL COLD HERE....

starz..! ! !

they shine upon us...
and they shine upon the tree...
wow ....
how come so innocent yet so beautiful they can be...

i have seen them smile ....
and some times falling for me....
how...
so much far and yet together they can be..

the night was drawn ..
on a stone i was sitting alone..
and with the stars..
even the breeze was with me...

i still wonder
how come so innocent yet so beautiful you can be...