My Vision

A gesture of passionate feelings.
Overcomed with emotions sprouting out.
Streams, they, come and go.
Within a deep valley, a maiden sings.
Lamenting the loss of her demon lover.

Standing on the thin wire of hope.
Ridiculed by life as it goes.
The road to Hell is nowhere to be found.
A crippled man tries to bring his soul to deliverance.
Removing his bones out of his dead skin, as blood flows.

A cemented bond of love and trust.
Betrayal has started to take it's plunge to darkness.
In a house, distant, in my vision.
I see, a friend, cut his friend's heart out.
As he desired the heart of the same woman.

Lost by time and space.
Renewed by love in the face.
Long lost valour to save a kin.
This rime is not heard.
It is long forgotten in the tales of lust.

I dream of a time of mad reasons.
Where, man will be none but emotions.
Of whom, a kindled flower will grow into a tree.
Perfect sanity will be found only in the pages of history.
That time, I will be free to plunder in a dream again.

Streets of Fame (part-1)

I was walking down the streets of fame.
I came across the frame of Jesus, crying in pain.
I asked to Jesus, ''why do you cry for our sins".
He replied, "Because I cannot sin for you all sinners".
He again started to cry for our sins in desperation.
His futile effort fell fruitless in the streets of fame.
With His words revolving around the mind of mine.
I was walking the streets of fame.

There came along a girl running.
She asked, ''Do you know Arnold Layne, he is stealing my clothes again".
But I asked her, " What is your name".
She said, " I am Elanor Rigby, they sing about me but Arnold is the one I claim".
She passed by carrying her smell away.
I was walking the streets of fame.
Though by her short presence.
She gave me her reasons.
I, outwardly, believe that Arnold is not to be blamed.

I, came up to a place in a alley.
I saw two beautiful creatures.
Speaking words to one another.
I went closer only to see Romeo and Juliet,
Locked up in a fight for their love or family.
They said to me in unison, "Is our love true".
I said to them,"I believe nothing can be true,
but chance for your part is that it will be forever to rule".
They ran away with blinded eyes from my hate.
I was walking down the street of fame.

Casanova with his lovely loves.
Came along, stood with his both feet below his heart.
The girls were talking.
I heard the news too, Casanova is going to be hanged
For committing misuse of love.
I went up to him.
Casanova in all pink said to me," What is my crime of love".
I answered, "Your crime is the lack of getting used for love
And making much more use of love".
He went away in tears, he will die tonight.
The girls around him went to him
And followed him upto the rim.
I went along my way. Waiting to meet somebody ahead.
Because, I was walking the streets of fame.

Withouht any one in sight.
I sat down and began to take a break.
I had a long journey ahead.
Somebody came to me and sat beside, a park bench.
He said,"I love to do, what my mom tells me to do".
I just met Forrest Gump on my way.
He had began the same old story again.
He has no money left with him.
So he wore nothing except a tie.
He just sells his stories to the travellers in the streets of fame.
Dreaming one day to carry his love away to a place of sin.
I stood up not paying any notice to him.
And I started walking the streets of fame.

I am not tired,still.
Only my thoughts seems to be puzzled.
Mindless maniacs, irregulars of Baker Streets.
Were found to be playing.
Playing those games which heed me to nothing.
They learn from mistakes they make.

Then in a free zone, I came upon a man,
With firsky hair and a lollipop in his hand.
He speaks German but thinks he is American.
Albert comes and asks,"Why did I think so much so
I could come up with the idea for million deaths".
I said to him, ''You are one of the lucky ones''.
Einstein with his lollipop struck to his mouth,
Went away to the small zone,
Were evil wont penetrate his thoughts.
I left him and started walking the streets of fame.

I walk on and on, insanely with insanity around me.
Hercules comes with a violin in his hand.
He is playing the Devil's Instrument.
Playing a tune which nobody ever was taught.
He stops and places his violin and bow under his arm.
He asks, "Being a hero,was there any need of love,
Was I a fool to cry for my sins".
I say to him,"Pick up your violin and learn to read our soul,
And play the Devil which will choose your ways to the truth".
I went through the Herculean street.
To come upon another street, a street of fame.
I started walking it.I was walking the streets of fame.

I have only one wish now,
Nobody knows I am there to behold the tragedy that will evolve,
In the streets of fame.