Monday, October 17, 2011


Chills !

This art
This ideation
This control..
I see you,
Who you are !
This finesse ,
This design,
From empty spaces
your creations fine !
This science, your mind,
This cosmos,
This intelligence thine !
I see you,
Who you are !
I lie kneeling here..
unresisting and supine !

This meaning,
This mind,
I see you ,
What you do !
What you create,
in your liberty,ideas you ideate !
Your mind's best.,
your voice's jest,
And it chills me !
What you can do
And what you can be !
and I conciliate..I surrender..
as my chaos falls in line !

You shape..You state
You formulate.
The ministries follow
the dotted lines you create !
A sonata ,
An orchestra of thoughts,
your work you align !
I see you, I read you , inside you..
This deprivation that you sedate !
And I fear and I supplicate,
for a merciless escape..
from the implacability of my fate!

Wednesday, June 08, 2011



Untamed and Magnificent !

India holds over half the world's tiger population. According to the latest tiger census report released on March 28, 2011 by the National Tiger Conservation Authority, the current tiger population estimated is 1,706 (i.e. ranging between a minimum of 1,571 to a maximum of 1,875). The results include figures from 17 Indian states with a tiger population.


SAVE THE TIGER ! SPREAD THE AWARENESS !

Thursday, March 03, 2011

MY WET EYED MASTER

The wet eyes
on verge of sourness
that silence , that moment, hour less
that snap, so tight a slap
she felt her heart cry
when I took away my hand from hers
in my silence and ours..
I let sensitivities fry
I'm sorry
I pray
I wont keep ur eyes dry
I'l keep em wet
with tears of laughter ..n
puppeteer me my master
for I'm u'r slave... so go ahead and enjoy

Sunday, February 20, 2011

My Things and Yours !


Its a need
deep in m mind
a constant feed
that you are not too far behind
and I know..

I step my way,
What i feel ,
I may not say
You your way
But u 'l know i m not
gonna be this way..another day!

yet
we need to see what we want
support
sometimes
I,in my aisle
You,in Yours

I go find 'my' stuff
You get 'urs'
We meet
We hold hands
and we decide
what are 'ours'
from all those in our hands !

.. CP

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Breathing you !

yeah
so there are lies
there are missunderstandings
simple things i shall not miss ..
when breakfast burns i shall kiss
your hands , for you tried
..your best to feed me, yet it over fried
my absentia doesn't drive you nuts

but a certain calmness
needs to n will go on
coz i..
i'd come back to you ,
in your guts
u'd feel relieved
coz i live
and i exist
and that acknowledgement
is enough in its wonderment
knowing you
is in a sense
breathing you
and breathing with you..


CP

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Just let me be !


Doubled mind ..troubled behind
with split times ..n split vices
my time and tide ..in a rewind.
envenomed gifts.. asphyxiated vows
high in the tower of an ignorant tree
I see, what it looks like..to be me !

Angered breath,miffed eyes
cautious tread and stifled cries
fearing 'duncity'..my numbness grows
viced words n..gnarled brows
Wrapped in my fortress of frivolity
I see, what a cheek .. I can be !


cant let go , not right now ,
cant you see...no room to grow
stepping out .. now i know ,
this cocooned me ,in my glee
I see,What it feels like.. to be me !

in my safety,preserve me,
in my amber warmth,fossilize me
with my erudition,crucify me
and till they dig me up, remnants and all..
just let me be !

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Coz Your twinkle is a steal !

why undo why break
when nothing is tethered
how does one free pain... See more
when its as personal as can be
for it gives the meaning true
to joy and thoughful gain

Why climb a cliff
when one can take u high
why reach for the sun
for you are shining brighter,,
than the big one in the sky

Follies are must
for there has to be a line
between piety and lust
how else would one learn
through burnt fingers..
of wht drives another
whether it be intelligence
or just a stagnant churn

everybody loves freedom
what they dont reveal
is a desire to be bound

But when tressia talks
and when a seagull flies
jonathan agrees

that when a war's on
there is no time for wounds to heal
one grits the teeth ..drops the steel
and lives life.. for a pixie's twinkle is a steal !