The rails wind precariously up the rugged slopes,
Like a serpent strangling its helpless prey,
Every inch of the path planned with precision,
On either sides wild bushes abound carelessly,
But how gently Nature holds her child's creation in her laps,
Pruning herself wherever required,
A collage of colours on a canvas of technology,
Divine ingenuity, Natural magic-
With a splash of human dominance.
The magical woods coexist with thrilling concrete jungles,
The former inspire awe with their chaotic charm,
The latter- with their incredible order.
Bridges sprint boldly across mighty streams,
Summoning them to race for power,
The river glides past silently-
Passing it off as childlike bragging.
Despite the turmoil, the conflicts, the tiffs-
Nature and her children are family-
A seamless whole-
A perfect amalgam of chaos and order

Away from the crowd, the glee, the life,
I behold a cerulean gelatin, fuming with icy froth,
Only to meet the dazzling firmament,
An object meeting its reflection..
Fiery, golden sands complement cool shades of sapphire
With tinges of emerald where algae abound,
An enchanting tableau of tranquility..
Waves gallop all the way to the show,
But wearily lap against the steady cairn
The periodic euphony resounds-
Mellifluous compositions of Nature.
Upon nightfall, the splendor augments,
A feast to the eye- the mystic, argent glow
Beneath the star-spangled roof
Such finery and splendor
Hidden by the charisma of more intelligent forms-
The music drowned amidst the cacophony of human voices,
The magic lost in the mundanity of commerceHiding away, only to be found by a lonely traveller

• When you can't think of anything worth writing about, you are clearly bored.
• Let not the goodness of the deed be eclipsed by the pettiness of the motive.
• Penetrating to greater depths is what it takes to rise to greater heights.
• Infinite paths lead to the same destination. The problem is that everyone wants to go by the same, old, known, ones, which have limited capacity.
• If all that your ideas are going to meet is ignorance or jealousy, is it really worth sharing them? And what use is it to keep them to yourself??

WARPED WINGS..

I pull myself up, only to fall again.
And wonder...
Is this the end, or one of “those beginnings?’
By the time I answer myself,
It is another day, and there are more questions.
On this eternally uphill journey,
The lonely, lonely road seems,
To beckon me bizarrely..
But why do I listen?
I jerk out of my tangled plexus,
Of reveries, fears, hopes and regrets,
Only to plunge back, inexorably.
Am I lost-
Have I lost myself,
Or has the world lost me?
Perhaps I have lost the world.
But what did I have to lose?
What do I now seek to gain?
Pyrrhic victories, they all are..
Figments of imagination.
If only I had known, who knows,
It could have made a difference!
Perhaps..

All I foresee is an eerie jeopardy-
Warped thoughts envisage distorted destinations-
If there are any..
Nothing is anything,
Except the something that’s everything.
Disconnected, but sentient,
(Solitude is bliss!)
Fully conscious that my road sprints forth ad infinitum,
Destination ( perhaps not out of reach) but out of sight.
Even so I keep going on..
With the same naïve hopes that I set out with,
Hoping to change the world.
I have changed…or have I?
Trying to leave a trail where there’s no sand,
How imprudent could I be?
And yet, I keep walking..
Do I have a choice?
Old days gone, and so the old ways
There’s no turning back, only walking ceaselessly,
Into infinity - wherever that might be.
And somehow I hear emptiness speak,
Vacuum seems complete and people - empty.
It’s a lonely road,but it sure is bliss-
This side of paradise.