March 27, 2011


When darkness lights up the sky

When the stillness of the photograph talks

I see you near me being so far away

When ink dries on paper my story begins,

When the last drop dries my thirst bursts

I feel you inside me yet feel so hollow

When roads turn to nowhere,

When the fork leads to a cliff, my flight begins,

I fly with you yet you are on a different path

When steps that lead to the door become infinite,

When the door opens to infinity

I look at your lost eyes, try to find myself in them

When the final breath empties my life,

When the final beat misses it’s journey

I leave your heart with my memories…

Gyanban Thoughts - A few lines for those seeking light from darkness.It is an attempt to feel what it is to be not felt,not get what is wanted.I recently read a few disturbing articles about how some people feel so trapped yet cannot break away, they feel so strongly about someone yet cannot get them to realise the same.They spend thier lives hoping ,wishing and praying that someday it will all turnaround.

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March 10, 2011

Accidental Freedom

The rust in the windowpane,

The walk down a lonely lane,

The flickering light

The fighting night.

The sound of raindrops

The windows hiding gasps

The blowing wind chill,

The sepia picture still.

The touching walls,

The suffering thralls,

The empty cup chokes

The blithe spirit floats

The fleeting clock dances

The seconds without a chance

The red seeping veins

The crash of sleeping trains.

Gyanban Thoughts – These few lines are about how we often get freedom with pain. Life is perhaps the greatest oxymoron itself. We often look to find solace and peace in situations we can or could control, ironically however, some people find peace in situations beyond their control, or at least that’s how we would like to remember them. These few lines are dedicated to all those people who lost someone, and wish they are happy now…wherever they are…maybe.?

Written for onesingleimpression.

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