Of the Prebirth

If you had an orange sun
Rested in your womb

From one essence of life
To the creator of life
Folded within a personal realm
Entwined to be One

And the glow that revolves
Inside your being
is The cradle of time
The fountain of knowing
And you shall be bestowed as
The bearer Of life; Of million dreams

An Unwashed Manifesto

It has been born.
The variant faces
inscribed on the minds of our generation.
A reality augmented on our beliefs
and on our dreams.

It is the want of freedom.
It is born now.
Would it die? It can't.
It is not its prerogative to make.

The age long agony awaits to be channelled now.
Devise the path fellow dreamer
and put your best foot forward.
For we see another future.

A future we control;
a future where we shall hold

the power of decision.

Death I'm

Have you seen that ocean? Those tides swept me to the shore. You might find it strange but I've been stranded here since a little more than forever. I don't know the exact date when I stepped on this place, things don't stay in my head anymore, I agree. It's been quite some time now for sure though. Along with forgetfulness, my clarity and sense of perception have mellowed with age as well. However, this wheel of time has overlooked my physical demeanor. And I always feel overburdened with my own weight. Trapped inside a young body, I'm an old man with a dying heart.

But I'm somehow able to withhold my sense of smell. And believe in my little button-nose if you can, the air here smells like grief; of unwarranted dreams. It has often clustered my power of realization. That might be the reason why I'm stranded here. On this forgotten island infested with bizarre creatures.


By the divisions drawn on sand,these creatures had trapped me inside their skewed mind. Imprisoned in this maze, I vaguely remember that moment when I had gotten carried away- The madness of life had forced me to choose a simpler route, what now I call The Smart Man's Method. That was the last time I ever felt human happiness. Light relapsed and sound escaped to never come back that day. The world has been drawing towards chaos ever since.

What's that you said?
Salvation?

I highly doubt. Do you actually believe that I'll be granted salvation? The Smart Man's Method leads to this place only. Do you really expect there's redemption? Or existence of any other world except this for that matter? I'm highly skeptical on that matter. But would you really trust the words of a faceless man? Or has my forked tongue really slithered through your ears?

Why don't you rather decide the right path on your own? Wouldn't that be great fun? Why don't you choose The Smart Man's Method? Maybe you'll be able to find out yourself whatever there is in store for you. I anyway need someone quite like you to take my place. Give it a deep thought.

Remember where to seek for me if you have any form of doubts about this place. The doors of my kingdom are always open for those who are betrayed by the Truth and ugliness of life. Like I once was.

I'll be more than pleased to give you my audience.

Of A Starry Night

Let’s wander among the stars tonight.
Out there, on an unending journey,

Towards the open sky

Let’s sail through the nectar that procreates life

And reach the absolute center of the universe.

Right in the middle of that workshop

Where both stars and dreams are born 

For they share the same essence

Of stardust and other celestial elements

Let’s persuade the stars

To tell us all the stories

And the secrets they know.

Let’s discover the history of our race

Through their eyes

And smell the fragrance of our prowess

Through their nose.

Let’s break the barriers of physics

And every other worldly law that persists.

Let’s just outwit ourselves

And stretch across the open skies.

Let’s become the universe

And let the universe become us tonight.