Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Chasing the horizon

travelling everyday ...
the same road ...
the same direction ...
see cars come ... and go away ...
the gradually vanishing whistles ...
inviting a chase ...

the sky is just a mirror ...
reflects the same story ...
clouds come everyday ...
forming such wonderful shapes ...
every single one to disappear ...
with wind ... they go somewhere far ...
again ... mocking me to chase them ...

the beach ... the sea ...
play the same mockery ...
this time with the waves ...
the vanishing waves ...
promising to take me far ...
at the end ...
just a foolish chase ...

the whole world ...
is nothing but a mockery ...
an invitation ...
of chasing ...
making me run like a madman ...
to chase the horizon.

no ...
stop the chase.
dwell high ... way too high ...
among the moon and the stars ...
to realize ... once and forall ... that ...
there is no horizon that can be chased.

raghav

Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Missing Piece

You and me ...
with our jigsaw puzzles.
yours harder than mine ...
and mine more subtle than yours.

Our puzzles took so many shapes ...
independently and together ...
some funny ... some serious ...
some so so ...
while some terrific ... yet incomplete ...
just an illusion of being complete.

The missing piece ...
yours with me and mine with yours ?
Do u realize the same ?
or yet another illusion ?

- Raghav