I woke up to see the vermilion sun,
Shining in the crimson sky.
The orange rays touched
The brown earth dry.

The red blood in me
Emptied the violet violent mood.
As i could see the white dove,
Pick the yellow flower for food.

I slept on the grass so green,
Adorned with the maroon dips.
Reading my purple book,
Blush, on my pink lips.

I searched the grey matter,
What made me blue?
Was it the Prussian ink?
Or just another hue?

Thoughts went black,
As i watched the deep blue sky,
The dark brown leaves,
Among the sap green trees.

The sky turned orange,
And came a blue green star.
The moon shining white
Died in me the bloody war!

Admist the scribbles,
I never realised
I had created an art
That would be cherished,
For years to come and go
But, always remained my part.


It was simple and sweet,
Blotted with various hues.
Memories and emotions
Tagged along with them.
Very conspicuous it was
Among the whole mess and its tones.

Onlookers gazed at it
Patted my back and said,
Good work, well done.
But it was not me,
Who deserved all this,
It was He, silent in the sun.

Now, after the end of time,
I come to the last line.
Not a single space left
To write one small word.
Oh no! this should not have happened
But fate won in this race.

I still think about it
Wonder what should be the next.
Should i stop writing and say nay?
Should i clear this page?
Should i scribble on my art?
No, that,s not my way.

I can always turn,
A fresh new page,
The one that's clean.
Given for me to paint
Scribble, write or just stare.
But what do i do with it?
Poses a question i must dare!

When our eyes met and our thoughts came in sync,
It was a great feeling i loved to ink.

When we spent time talking about everything,
I recollect those words, still around me ring.

When days and nights never appeared to matter,
All our needds still could be catered.

When i think of those lovely days of yore,
It makes me crave for it, more and more.

But...

When you and me forgot we were we,
Blind were we to patiently see the key.

When voices spoke above the lovely tone,
And all the dreams shattered and gone.

Again...

When i must really ask you now,
Could we start our priceless love?

Forgetting those days that were gore,
Memories, both sweet and sour.

Yet again....,
All over again..............?

Beeeeep! I guess every one of us in Bangalore is quite familiar with such an awful noise. Yes its our very own horns that never seem to vanish from this world. I was just looking at the most pleasant (Well i know its never, but may i call it tolerable?!) and the most awkward style of honking and recollected my memoirs here.I remember the good old days when horning itself was looked down as an embarrassment (At least in the city where i came from!). Now its such a necessity. You have all kinds of audio effects available as horns and some do trigger special video effects! (I mean the frown on the onlookers face!). Quite recently i heard this high tone horn that's typical of an Audi or a VW in our very own Indica!!! Oh trust me, that was a pain! And in Germany, people never horn, forget honking, so these cars can afford to have such intolerable noise machines!!! But in my city where honking is one of our essential traffic rule (as its become of late) can we really have it that harsh? And a few years ago we had this unique system of a playback music arising from vehicle if they had their brakes applied! I don't really know the source of this innovation neither its purpose!!!But was a path break-ing one i say!

Then you have these private shuttle buses with their unique trade marked ones where the driver has all powers to compose his own tune! It can vary from "Sa Re Ga ..." to "PeeP a BeeB a PeBePeeep.....". May be another Oscar for composition in the pipeline! Jai Ho!! Apart from this, are the funkier lorry horns. They can be as vivid as the slogans written on these!!! Then is the usual car beeps and the two wheeler screams that are not really far behind! They are as annoying as any other! The cycle "trin trin" is also evolved. A child near my place has a horn to his cycle that can sing the latest musical hit!!! What an idea!!

But tongawallahs and rickshaw pullers are not behind ha! They have a god given gift! Thats their vocal horns that has 0 investment. It is so flexible that the frequency can be adjusted at your will! It doesnot really honk but starts "Baaaaaaaju Baaaaaaju". Quite pleasant ain't it? May be the most acceptable of all!

Just thought of putting this here as a treasure in the land of music! Yes, music music everywhere but not an ear to care! Now wondering what would 10 years down the lane be?! Expecting a drastic transition powered by brilliant innovations!!!

The harshest of the time
Just came to me.
When all things appeared
Plane and bare to see.

I thought and cried
Why me again?
But none to answer that
Only the stubborn pain.

My leaves all gone
Pale and dry.
When my birds sit on me
And all day cry.

I can still hear the whistle
Of my fallen leaves.
As loud and clear
As the chatting eves.

Branches alone stand
Weak dull and bare.
And nobody around
To shower a care.

I stand grim now
And all day weep.
Until my eyes
Go into the deep.

The sun faithfully does
His routine everyday run.
With all his virtues
So rightfully done.

All i can now do
Is only patiently wait.
Until my time arrives
Ripe and right.

Shrewd i still stand
With the only hope strong.
That the spring will arrive
Setting things right that were wrong!