*rising temperature halts at a rythm,

where it loses it cold patterns,

d body surrenders to mere energy,

when it awaits d touch of its beloved.

*I lost my heart insyd ur soul,

somehow it didnt know any other plc 2 go,

do u know,any other place it resides,

coz d more,i feel it skipped a beat.

d more i see your heaving deep breath.

*I need some place inside this closet,

there is so much crowd outsyd,n a temple standing insyd,

I hv isolated myself frm all joints,

a part of u,a part of me will never die,

The compartmental train

*winds blowing into the coaches,

noises travelling to their seats,

stations announcing its destiny,

feets stepping in circular pattern,

hanging pedals swinging to run..

Oh what a ride,this life is swaying on-The compartmental train

*listen to the monsoon winds gliding through the clear skies,

carrying so many hopes and bliss inside,

a droplet of it will change your emotion,

survive this radiating sunshine throughout the summer,

it will stock up all your sweat and dusty brows,

once its down,you will hold it in totality wows.

light dazzling from the hands,

ticking noises adds to the silence,

everyone looks up for their state,

witnessing wrinkles lined up their temples,

many raising their eyebrows too,

such emotions you beget inside them.

when will you halt and standstill,

dont run so fast against everyones will - THE RAIL PLATFORM CLOCK

turns across the deserted streets,

fingers flipping those untouched sheets,

gathering all emotions from within,

i stumble on that depart we witnessed,

halting every single energy in me,

how i wish to turn towards that tree,

where my existence with u,i want to see.

scattered images inside the box,

strings etched with old rugged blood,

tuners rotated all directions,

oiled them for a few actions,

enchanting chords reborned there,

while a few strings stumbled in rare,

slow down,lie down,

Remember its just u n me.

I am your hand,your hand is the extension of my extravagant night-The rockstar.

Disappearance has been your new getaway,

Whilst I have no complaints against this roughness of time,

There are distances running behind your wheel to mine,

Come let's sit again in that shade,rewind and rhyme.