He came,he saw ,he conquered..............himself!

When I search my soul,
to hear that silent call,
my heart whispers in to my ears,
nothing will last , more than few years.
I sit to pray,
closing the doors to the world outside,
find a stillness deep beneath,
of the breeze and that tide.
With these closed petals,
when I peep within,
nothing is there to loose,
nor, anything worth a win.
Like a bird weaving the nest,
of iron and steel,
calmly waiting for the wind to test,
preparing itself  for the worst,
hoping for the best!






With the eyes wide open,
when I see,
my dreams trapped in me,
I struggle to set it free.
With the first ray of light,
when I regain my sight,
deep inside this flesh and bone,
lies a fear unknown,
like a volcanic zone,
just below a small stone!
With the open gate of my mind,
cruelty, is all I find,
Days , darker than the nights,
trying to keep me awake,
the clutches of guilt  and supression,
holding million tears of frustration.

A tiger, in the world of scavengers,
can fast, but not feast,
on grass and the dead beast;
can starve,die and be their meal,
than compromise with the nature's deal.
It may be lame,old and bleed,
Yet, it will hunt to feed!
Lying silently and still,
wait patiently to pounce and kill,
hide behind the bush to meditate,
call it destiny or fate,
That's My breed!