I am a D major & She is a F sharp

I am D Major


I always started with a D major strum

She always whistled with the sweetest hum;

If only I can grab a harp

Coz my dear loves to play F sharp;

Our notes were way apart

We wanted to jam, she said “but, where to start?”


Cold feet and trembling heart

I hit the first chord – G Flat;

Her lips had the widest smile

Her dimple was deeper than a mile;

Her glow was brighter than ever

Guess I caught the love fever;

Holding the guitar close to her chest

She picked C Flat at its best;


The rhythm got us going

Chords and notes – all started flowing;

Our efforts were in vain

The melody was pouring like rain;

We had hit the connection

The first change was the passion

I have shed the obsession of D major

She smiled goodbye to F sharp

Better life waits – beyond stubbornness

The first change – all what matters

Now we look back to say

“I was a D major & she was a F Sharp”


I am the Stardust

I am the stardust

Forged in the flames
of the heavenly fire
Ripped from my ashes
and moved by the shire
A star is my fame
who lives in my soul
In my bone and in my rust
Never dare to question me
Coz’ I am the stardust

I might fail
I might fall
You can sweep me off my rail
Break me into million parts
Burn me down
Nail me in wooden crates
But my feet remains strong
And the phoenix is my blood
Again and again
Strength I will burst
For the reason
I am the stardust

The final judgement day
I will shed my pride
My naked body on the final ride
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
I submit myself
to the eternal dust
But I will be back
Living in another soul
In his bone and in his rust
Never dare to question him
Coz’ now I am his stardust.



I lay motionless on my bed

Legs apart and arms spread

Staring at the darkness

The peace within

And a thoughtless gesture

I can feel my breath

and count my beats

Every sense of mine

Draws dear

Every nerve, every path, every pump

I can feel my blood

Running peacefully

From head to toe.

I lay motionless on my bed

A realization –

of what makes me alive

of what parts me from death

My consciousness

Is it more of divine? Human? Or Biblical?

Oh! its a bright spinning ball

of godly essence,

Tucked deep inside my head

the ball talks to me,

Shinning brighter and brighter

I asked the bright ball

Why do you hide in the misty layer of concealment?

What harm will befall you

If you reveal your true self?

Glowing brighter than before

The spinning ball talks,

I am you and you are me

I want you to be good –

as much as I want you to be bad.

I want you to succeed –

as much as I want you to fail.

I am the one who makes you strong –

and I am the one who breaks your leg.

You train me for few seconds

And I guide you for days.

I always stand besides you,

but I hide in shrewd fog.

Just listen to me when I talk-

Never try to find me or touch.

My powers will pull you to madness –

only the words you must trust.

Now my dear body you must sleep.

Knock on my door

when you see the face of sun.

When Shadow Grows Grey


I was a child
When all this started
He gave me choices
My confused eyes parted
He made me sniff but closed my nose
He made me crawl but tied my legs
That’s when I know – My shadow is grey!

When I liked blue
He said – Why not red
When I liked berries
He served me bread
When I closed my walls
He opened five doors
Walking alone in high school alley
He held my hand – My grey shadow friend!

Sitting on a judgment sit
My lips shivered shut
He lit a candle and wiped my sweat
I was on a hopeless streak
When he said – Life is not black and white
Change your shade to grey – Be like me
I unlocked the chain & hid the key
He never longed for a praise – my grey shadow me!

I have done my deeds
Happiness grow like a meadow – ever green
I relish my doings
And praise my chalice
Now and then I look at him
He looks me in eyes
With a smile full of luck
I say – Thank god you are so grey!

Dusting pages from an aging library


” I never taught a thing to Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton; never told Galileo how to polish a piece of glass” he spoke placing his book carefully onto the shelf. “Yet they managed to make sense out of flashy lights of the heavens, fallen apple and lurked into the darkness proving we live in a fabric of space and time. Have they been touched by some unearthly wise being who taught them to think the way they did? No one to say in certainty.” Walking down the sliding ladder of the old librarian spoke in a soft and lofty voice

” Oh, if only my words obscure  your thoughts,

Its just a wipe woven to your sleeves upon glimmering dew

Bright minds must kindle, but bright; are you?

Oh, I see how you scoff impious pride from fiends impure,

We are stripped but who to say the thoughts are real,

Till the nakedness draws the false from true.

Oh, fellow visitor with hollow smile and frozen sneer,

The heavens would faint at your thoughts cheer,

For one last time let me unveil the silk off your brow-ridge,

Come with me and dust the pages of this aging library.”

More than his wrinkled eyes, his grey long beard made him look wiser. “But is he really a wise man or just a poet who happen to have a grip on history” I thought to myself. Walking at the pace of a snail the old librarian waved at me for some help. I gave him a hand to walk to his old reeking work desk. The strong smell of old mahogany had an intense grip on my thoughts. “The old librarian does know a bit of sorcery” I thought. Cozying in his creaky chair he spoke “I know the reason!” and coughed swiftly to continue ” I know you are a wonderer. But unlike you, I know the reason. I know the knowledge you hold. I know the knowledge you seek. But my young wonderer! The path you must embark wont give you smile. Nor will it wet your cheerful thoughts. But that’s what they did and you! must do.” For some reason I couldn’t utter a word. I was comfortably numb in my velvety chair. ” Is this a pure act of sorcery?” I thought.

Clearing his throat the old librarian continued “As I said my words will only obscure your thoughts. But young wonderer I am sure in this obscurity you will find you glimmer. Seven billion brains are at work as we speak. Do all of them are conditioned for greatness? Yes they do. But the willpower to peek into oneself and unlock the potential lies with few brave beings. History proves it and so will the future. My young friend, I am an old man who has seen ages of history. People warring over the bright minds. Great achievements! At times caught a glimpse of Archimedes running naked though the streets of Syracuse. But I must say even mind favors the brave beings. Never shy from expression. Pitfalls will come as cushion when you enjoy falling. Fall graciously my young wonderer.”

The old librarian pushed his creaky chair slowly and walked towards the book shelves. I was watching him in seer silence. Few minutes passed and he vanished into the crowded book selves. “wow, that man deserves to be called as an awesome librarian” I thought. Exhausted as I was; I pushed my chair to stand and that’s when I heard his voice again. Looking though a distant book shelf the old librarian spoke sharply:

“Oh! My young wonderer; Never hesitate to fall graciously”