the mystery

On a slightly cold moonlit night
In the green garden ground
propped up against the Bouganvilla fence
Sir Fairglow's body was found


A single slit graced his neck
A sleek crimson stroke
Such beauty in its Ghastliness
Only a cold blood could evoke


Sir Fairglow was a happy man
And many friends he kept
so it was agreed upon
The cause must surely be theft


For he'd have stepped out into the open
To soak in the  moon lit air of the night
and pounced upon by some dark eyed robber
hiding out of sight


'It's sad, sad", said Sir Crookednose
"Such a sad and terrible end"
"For the pious Fairglow the happy Fairglow"
"Was truly my most loved friend"


"He and I were together
Exchanging our views till late
When all of a sudden he said he'd get some air,
True calling of ones fate"

And with that he covered his eyes
and shed a loud tear
the tear that one sheds
On loosing someone dear

On Sir Crooked Nose's exit
Sir Foulmouth Stepped in
Said the same sorry words
With a lop-sided grin

Sir Calmface amongst them
Did not any emotion shake
He believed the  God ..who always giveth
Also knew when to take



...........bleh !!! solve it later !!!!

My dark Rapunzel

My time is the sun and moon

I wait beside the sea

trapped in a room of mirrors

no door ...no key

looking at myself age

my own true friend am I

there's no beauty i see

from where i lie

I long for the outside world

it scares my strife

for though I am a princess

I know no other life

lost in my locks of grace

lost in the curls of my head

i sit by the scenic window

wishing I were dead

for its said one day

He'll come to rescue me

what do I do.. how do I act then

when people say I'm free

All these years i've made myself happy

living in my little world

how do I catch life

When new things are hurl'd

Trapp'd in these walls for ages

no hope no ray

I long to be free

But know not the human way

For when the man in shining armour

is done with my fair skin

How will he handle

The monster I'm Within.

living dead

guided by lies ... living in vain

moonheaded freaks are sane

mirrors console stark agonies

all i see is.... pink ponies

need someone to share my head

untill then just living DEAD !

OtherSide

Dark shadow...Silver Shadow
The Portal's exposed Wide
Mercury in my Hands
I  descend into the Otherside

 

Dark Shadow... Silver Shadow

My reasons I confide

This world's a mirage

Into the Otherside I slide

Dark Shadow.. Silver Shadow

Everything that's  denied

Shall come in Shining streams

 On the Otherside 

Dark Shadow ... Silver Shadow

Promenade of the Otherside

Take me now... Keep me forever....

Its all i Decide.

the fight

I'll tell you a tale
Of this sunny day night
When two smiling blokes
Got into a fight


They took out their knives
And shot each other
Pulled out their guns
And stabbed each other

The one who was dumb
Screamed obsceneties some
And the other who was lame
Kicked the former on the bum

they laughed till they were angry
Kept their fist close
And when-ever someone ducked
They tickled his nose

Now i know you migt have reasons
To believe this ain't true
But trust me.....you can ask
The Blind man who saw it too.

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