A fairy Tale

on the three mountains of wisdom

stood three castles great

filled with knowledge  till the lofty towers

slightly leaned with all the weight

Lore had it that the castles

were enchanted since time old

and no wonder many a knight had tried

none had gotten the gold

and so the castles stood still

like a painting in a scape

a silhoutte of the ages

an unexplained shape

Legend had it that one day

a han'som knight would come by

 answer the three golden riddles

and let the gates fly

but legend upon legend grew

and none a knight did get by

for all their answers combined

none to the real came nigh

And then in the summer of apples

the prince of fountains came along

riding on his silver steed

following the tune of his song

and all that saw him knew then

that the prophecies were to come true

for the prince shone of lights above

and manners in same lieu

all he cared of was his song

that brought out the birds from the wood

our charming prince.... we shall call him now

was indeed a soul pure and good

and like every fairy-tale prince

he cared more of wisdom than gold

and knew that the knowledge in the castles

would make him more bold.

so his sword hanging from his belt

he approached the first gate

and chanced to find lodged there

a golden enscribed slate

it said : what is it that ?

runs in the meadows far

that smells of pride and sleeps of peace

and not a pain in any scar

the prince put a finger to his head

a hand on his armour

and with a smile , and heavy voice

cried out ... A  Farmer...

the first gate stood still

and nothing happened for a long second

and then in one swift stroke

it swevered and opened

now the second slate beckoned

and in a  writing very clear

 it asked the prince to name

was what was to wisdom most dear 

the prince's smile grew wide

he leaned easily against a post

and  said,' of all the things to wisdom  close,

Truth was most "

the second gate thundered and creaked

it let out a mighty roar

and right in front of all eyes

it began to soar

finally it was time

to answer the third slate

which asked the mighty prince

what Ronak preferred most on his plate

the prince let out his favourite laugh

for he had just shared a meal

with Ronak, the bloke  who's writing this

and knew the answer for real

so he blared  out the list of delicacies

just thinking of which makes my mouth drool

but for the sake of this poem

i'll try and remain cool

So there it was like in all fairy- tales

our prince the golden haired

upon all worthy adversaries

his wisdom fared

and with the opening of the castles

all wisdom unto him filled

Thus! our songster prince

was Pleasently thrilled .

So fare ye well ....this is the story

of the  castles  and the prince on his steed

which though is the stuff of legends

Is actually about food indeed ..:D

my world ...

i fly where angels dont....

i follow flames

i play where devils wont.....

even imagine games

to fit into mirrors...

and travel to nether realms

to be lost in crystals...

and call out your dreams

i die every past reason....

i die future  visions

i die all present ....

for i exist in illusions

arrrgh !!

tugging dead leaves
lost in dirty darkness
clawing for air

trapped in a hole
pull me out
somebody hear me cry
screams cant go through
the dirty darkness

lights fading
tug me someone
lost in dirty darkness
clawing for air

where do we go

i see you smile
you smile back at me
you let me hold your hand

where do we go from here
where do we go

i like the way you look
i like the way you talk
i like the way you move

where do i go from here
where do i go

we walk hand in hand
we look into each others eyes
we know its something else

where do we go from here
where do we go

reality check

you smoke like a chimney
you drink like the rain
n one fine mornin'
you wake up with all the pain

pirate lord

For all the rum n teh pieces of eight

Sans all worldly pleasure

Pull teh rigs.. Bellow to the sea

I be off for teh infamous treasure

Thar!! pull ye ships anchor

Adjourn'd for teh wispy ride

I be restin not..Till teh glassy gold

Is home by me side.

dust in the air

where do i run to when i cant think of reasons to live

to exist in flashes is draining

swirling memories that make me what i am

i've tampered them enough

wild visions i carry ... is there a reason for them

to stick out like a sore thumb i cant

to mingle in the grains of sand i cant

always lost .. always waitin for a better new

no allure is to great

no reason to live for

regent souls clashing for immortality

swirls of sodden smoke

i exist with a mind

is that why i exist ?

too many questions too less an answer

simple words that soothe

is what i look for

really out there

or a figmet .. a dust in the air ...

where do i run to when i cant think of reasons to live
to exist in flashes is draining
swirling memories that make me what i am
i've tampered them enough