The Forest of Desire

When the gentle western blew,
The faces turned in expectation,
We looked skyward,
And knew the flames would soar.

The Gods seemed to smile,
The woods resounded with laughter,
The birds had just started singing,
And the silence echoed all over again.

The eyes were all lit up,
Tunes started whistling through,
And the forest of desire was burning down,
To a brand new begining.

Dispersion

Raindrops finding their way to their end,
Dispersing the bright ray to its elements,
I now see everything as it is,
True and pure.

Revellation

Expression, jest and guilt,
Blatant love, the truth and a tad cheesy,
She raised the cup of liberty,
And bared all.

Bird Flew

When you have the wings...unclipped,
You love flying,
But you just don't want to.

What I Miss the Most In Life

Getting wasted with friends and dancing on senseless songs(of all kind...arabic, spanish...songs i dont understand...songs picturised on Salman Khan which I hate during the normal course...daler mehndi and related bhangra crap....). Oh crap... Have to really wait for another time.