Writing is simple,but not easy.

February 27, 2018


Nameless frames on empty walls,
Endless roads on burning fields,
Pelting rains and thunder squalls,
Time watches the spinning wheels.

Darkness floats by quiet moonlight,
She dances to the burning light,
Glowing red crimson skin
Her love conceals the pain within.

Walking on the pebbled path,
braving the winter's wrath,
A wave of memories washes ashore,
leaving broken shells to explore.

Wrapped in the fabric of time,
Of love buried in  brine,
Rises a moment of truth,
Anchored in the reality of death.

Gyanban Thoughts: a few lines,  a few wavelets moving back an forth in time, sometimes relevant, sometimes irrelevant but never dismissive of its momentary reality. 

October 9, 2017

City Lights

City lights, the only friends waiting for me,
to return, to show me the way,
My eyes  blur, in the spur,
Walking into the lights,
Raindrops sprinkle on the streets,
Just like my dreams,
and wash away your footsteps,
into the realms,

City lights, light up my life,
The look in your eyes,
comfort  the brutal scars,
a whisper that stays
a hope that floats,
The darkness that follows,
and pain swallows me inside.

and when I look back Citylights,
will you stay behind, watch me go,
or keep walking with me, all my life,
show me the way to the other side...
City lights, the only memories I have...

Gyanban thoughts : as raindrops fall on the streets, we walk by those city lights , each one with a story to tell, each one with a memory to sell... just a few abstract lines that came to my mind looking at the rains outside my window...

January 27, 2017

That Last Page

Its lives with us in those endless scribbles,
restless classes and aimless doodles,
those heart signs and juvenile designs,
those love quotes and lines,
Such a memory hook,
That last page of the notebook.

Some dark lines and scratches,
the only witness to the bad patches,
that smudged thumb with overflowing ink,
when we are at the brink,
A writing desk and that forlorn look,
That last page of the notebook.

Birds, bees, stars and the skies,
the lonely lows and the heady highs,
at night or at the dawn break,
hearts lost and feelings break
that crossed name as the fingers shook,
That last page of the notebook.

Love lines turned into numbers,
Teachers, doctors and lawyers.
Salary dates and groceries
No thank you no sorry's.
Absent maids and the missing cook,
That last page of the notebook.

Pencils gave way to keyboards,
Diaries lost out to touchpads,
And time ran away with money,
replaced with a lot jokes that weren't funny.
That piece of me it took
That last page of the notebook.

Gyanban Thoughts : How simple little things go away and we wonder where they are and why we let them be...

July 19, 2016


The butterfly gave her colors away,
And the bee forsake their sting 
the breeze lifted the dunes,
and the lyrics set out to find their tunes.

Roses drained their colors,
And rainbows went around the world 
The thorns blended into the stems so much
For that last glance and that final touch.

The gypsies wandered the places unfound,
And the nomads prayed in their deserts,
For her to turn back, that magical sway
The Souks gave their gold away.

Yet she hid quietly in her play,
Not to be found and brought to the ground,
And those endless fields of nameless lives,
Lay there silently watching her tomb survive.

Gyanban Thoughts:  Few lines dedicated to the victims of the recent terror attacks in France.God bless their families. We grieve with them.

July 10, 2016


Are you going to the memory lane?

Lost corners and aimless signs

Remember who you left behind

and what you carried along?

That lonely coffee table

and rains trickling through the doors,

The yearning fireplace

and those waiting pages.

Those flowing white seamless shirts 

and oh those careless buttons,

Swinging hair and quivering lips

Unread feelings wrote new memories.

Between shores and the sea

Pebbles  lost in time

Roll back their untold stories,

And sands sing to the winds.

Those unending stairs inching to your heart,

Drawn curtains swaying for a touch

Sheets wrapping your fears

and pillows that wiped your tears.

That dawn of hope 

and the pain of a waiting dusk

Remember who you left behind

and what you carried along?

Gyanban Thoughts : The more we move forward the more we leave behind, only to sit back and cherish some day, one day.

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