In this small stupid world
you stand near the shore and cry
Wondering whats wrong,
wishing for the bad times to fly
The water flows over your feet
covering it with beach sand
Questions boggle your mind
like you are on no man's land
Handful of sand, making a fist
life flows out, between the fingers
Fear of strangeness, hovers
in your skin it lingers
The blue shade of light projected
the moon is white, wolves howl
You sit down with your head down
crying over the foul
A voice in your head gives you wisdom
tells you, "what you are doing is out of boredom"
Go home and take rest, things will be fine
don't worry about life, keep up the zest.....
-kd
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Do I Dare Ask?
Why can't we be free,
from the shackles of god or man made rules
Why can't we think beyond,
the guidelines of 'experts' on life!!
Why can't we speak our minds,
to millions who are listening and
to those who are not
Why can't there be multiple interpretations,
of signs of wisdom, of philosophies of life and
of the scribbled notes on the post-it
Do I dare ask.....
I dare and ask.....
-kd
from the shackles of god or man made rules
Why can't we think beyond,
the guidelines of 'experts' on life!!
Why can't we speak our minds,
to millions who are listening and
to those who are not
Why can't there be multiple interpretations,
of signs of wisdom, of philosophies of life and
of the scribbled notes on the post-it
Do I dare ask.....
I dare and ask.....
-kd
Monday, March 26, 2007
Making Ends Meet
I was standing at the coast of the sea
When a little boy came up to me
Asked me to look at the two islands ahead
They are so far away, he said
Will the ends ever meet he asked
I shrugged my shoulders, he gasped
He walked away with sadness on his face
I pondered over what he had said, in his place
Wondering whether ends will ever meet
or we'll be stuck with lots of mud and sleet
Wondering whether things will move on
or just stay they way they've been going on....
The little boy jumps with joy
tears blow away, he shouts
I believe......
-kd
When a little boy came up to me
Asked me to look at the two islands ahead
They are so far away, he said
Will the ends ever meet he asked
I shrugged my shoulders, he gasped
He walked away with sadness on his face
I pondered over what he had said, in his place
Wondering whether ends will ever meet
or we'll be stuck with lots of mud and sleet
Wondering whether things will move on
or just stay they way they've been going on....
The little boy jumps with joy
tears blow away, he shouts
I believe......
-kd
Monday, March 19, 2007
Serenity
Blades of grass, pure green
dew on the surface, in its teens!!
Bark of a tree, moss on the foot
rustling leaves, with my boot
Flower petals scattered on the path
archway of trees is what I've got
Winds are pleasant, weathers changing
you spin around, no-ones gazing
Hop and skip, and a jump
feeling of joy, without a bump
Cool canals, lovely water
pebbles under, green frogs a hopper
Splash of water, feels cool
come, take a dip in the serenity pool!!
-kd
dew on the surface, in its teens!!
Bark of a tree, moss on the foot
rustling leaves, with my boot
Flower petals scattered on the path
archway of trees is what I've got
Winds are pleasant, weathers changing
you spin around, no-ones gazing
Hop and skip, and a jump
feeling of joy, without a bump
Cool canals, lovely water
pebbles under, green frogs a hopper
Splash of water, feels cool
come, take a dip in the serenity pool!!
-kd
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Contradictions
Pieces of life on the grave,
lay still
no winds, no sound, plain silence
lay still
Am I dying for you, I
lay still
I sit here and weep, tears
lay still
Stuck in this moment of spook, eyes
lay still
Dark side puts a shadow, I
lay still
Fear gives me the shivers, I
lay still
Why the grimness, why I
lay still?
-kd
lay still
no winds, no sound, plain silence
lay still
Am I dying for you, I
lay still
I sit here and weep, tears
lay still
Stuck in this moment of spook, eyes
lay still
Dark side puts a shadow, I
lay still
Fear gives me the shivers, I
lay still
Why the grimness, why I
lay still?
-kd
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Wheres your cuppa?
Pouring down, a cup of tea
from the metal kettle
steam rises up
in a chair you settle
A tray brings the cup to you
you pick it up, burn your fingers
as the cup is hot
the pain still lingers
The idea is to make you feel refreshed
sucking out all the stress
to restart your brains
taking them away from the usual mess
The cup is over, I feel cool
I crave for more
Wheres your cuppa?
-kd
from the metal kettle
steam rises up
in a chair you settle
A tray brings the cup to you
you pick it up, burn your fingers
as the cup is hot
the pain still lingers
The idea is to make you feel refreshed
sucking out all the stress
to restart your brains
taking them away from the usual mess
The cup is over, I feel cool
I crave for more
Wheres your cuppa?
-kd
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Did I steal from your skies?
The shiny stars, light years away
is yours to keep
Millions of asteroids crackling up
will never weep
Soft and comfy, are the clouds
they stick to you
Hazy mist, up there
looks grey rather than blue
Dusty particles, looking brown
float in the air
Smoke rises up, in a cool way
after a sudden flare
Gravity hits, pushes stuff down
rainy water slippery lanes
watch your step
or you might cry in pain....
-kd
is yours to keep
Millions of asteroids crackling up
will never weep
Soft and comfy, are the clouds
they stick to you
Hazy mist, up there
looks grey rather than blue
Dusty particles, looking brown
float in the air
Smoke rises up, in a cool way
after a sudden flare
Gravity hits, pushes stuff down
rainy water slippery lanes
watch your step
or you might cry in pain....
-kd
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Frequency
How many times,
have you picked up your cellphone
and wanted to call someone,
but restrained for some strange reason
How many times,
have you gone across brilliant book titles
picked up one,
but didn't read after a few pages
How many times,
have you bought something to eat,
thats your favourite, but
is lying in the fridge for ages
How many times,
have you picked up your diary and a pen
and decided, from today you'll start writing
but never did...
How many times,
have you wondered, how certain things
make sense to others while
you don't understand a shit...
How many times...
will you try to answer questions
which have been never answered...
-kd
have you picked up your cellphone
and wanted to call someone,
but restrained for some strange reason
How many times,
have you gone across brilliant book titles
picked up one,
but didn't read after a few pages
How many times,
have you bought something to eat,
thats your favourite, but
is lying in the fridge for ages
How many times,
have you picked up your diary and a pen
and decided, from today you'll start writing
but never did...
How many times,
have you wondered, how certain things
make sense to others while
you don't understand a shit...
How many times...
will you try to answer questions
which have been never answered...
-kd
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Randomness
Green leaves, shining through the sunlight
illuminates your mind
Makes you think, whats going on?
You look on, the horizon is infinite miles away
up there the sun shines with all its might
You still think its all useless, you think....
Raindrops could touch your face, and
trickle down like tears,
no-one would know if you cried
The wet mud could be smeared on your face
and you wont recognize yourself
Washed away...
You think your just stuck here
you think you are just waiting for things to happen
or make them happen
can you?
The art of noise in life,
the feeling of confusion
the randomness
-kd
illuminates your mind
Makes you think, whats going on?
You look on, the horizon is infinite miles away
up there the sun shines with all its might
You still think its all useless, you think....
Raindrops could touch your face, and
trickle down like tears,
no-one would know if you cried
The wet mud could be smeared on your face
and you wont recognize yourself
Washed away...
You think your just stuck here
you think you are just waiting for things to happen
or make them happen
can you?
The art of noise in life,
the feeling of confusion
the randomness
-kd
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Karma Cocktail
Things that you do
Things that you don't
Things you want to do
Things that you don't
Its all mixed up
Its all scattered
Extreme variety, very extreme
Sense of consciousness, dazed
The feeling of flying,
The feeling of dying
The feeling of being there
The feeling of being alone
Its still mixed up
Its still scattered
The cold winds on the top of the hill
Where you received happiness and a strange zeal
Idyllic environment, shouting souls
freaking cold, freezing to death
Flying dragons, breathing fire
Right behind you
Burning cloth, burning skin
its all a dream to scare.
Moving in circles,
boomerang hits you
you remember your deeds
somethings new
-kd
Things that you don't
Things you want to do
Things that you don't
Its all mixed up
Its all scattered
Extreme variety, very extreme
Sense of consciousness, dazed
The feeling of flying,
The feeling of dying
The feeling of being there
The feeling of being alone
Its still mixed up
Its still scattered
The cold winds on the top of the hill
Where you received happiness and a strange zeal
Idyllic environment, shouting souls
freaking cold, freezing to death
Flying dragons, breathing fire
Right behind you
Burning cloth, burning skin
its all a dream to scare.
Moving in circles,
boomerang hits you
you remember your deeds
somethings new
-kd
Friday, March 02, 2007
Unbreakable...
Imagine a world of zillion people
two stand apart
each one on the other end of the spectrum
trying to make a living, to sustain themselves
One is weak, the other strong
broken bones, you never know whats wrong
One is poor, the other rich
agonizing life, like its in a ditch
One cries, the other laughs
miseries are plenty, worse when morphed
One has the guts, others a coward
courage in the hearts, to move forward
One thinks about the future, other dwells on the past
making the present more attractive, which will forever last
Broken wings of life, can be put together
you are one, soul is......
-kd
two stand apart
each one on the other end of the spectrum
trying to make a living, to sustain themselves
One is weak, the other strong
broken bones, you never know whats wrong
One is poor, the other rich
agonizing life, like its in a ditch
One cries, the other laughs
miseries are plenty, worse when morphed
One has the guts, others a coward
courage in the hearts, to move forward
One thinks about the future, other dwells on the past
making the present more attractive, which will forever last
Broken wings of life, can be put together
you are one, soul is......
-kd
Leaving Crumbs Behind..
Tapping my fingers onto the table
pondering hard, over things
Wondering if I could ever reverse time
Do something, I haven't done
Something which is unattainable now
Could have been close to me then
I always believed its better late than never
but somethings are lost if your late
I'm leaving crumbs behind
as they hurt, if I take them with me
The empty cup of stains,
has a crack now
it looks at the world with the same eyes
as before
Why can't I ?
-kd
pondering hard, over things
Wondering if I could ever reverse time
Do something, I haven't done
Something which is unattainable now
Could have been close to me then
I always believed its better late than never
but somethings are lost if your late
I'm leaving crumbs behind
as they hurt, if I take them with me
The empty cup of stains,
has a crack now
it looks at the world with the same eyes
as before
Why can't I ?
-kd
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Wake me up...
Woken up by the sounds of silence
in the middle of nowhere
I search for reality
can't seem to find it anywhere
The look of fear in my eyes
like the worst has happened
No-ones around here to talk
just the pictures of my nightmare
ready to stalk
I breathe heavy
heartbeats are racing
cant understand the thin line
between the reality and the dream.
Certain degree of tension
certain disorientation
I dont know why the sedation
I dont know why the nightmare
-kd
in the middle of nowhere
I search for reality
can't seem to find it anywhere
The look of fear in my eyes
like the worst has happened
No-ones around here to talk
just the pictures of my nightmare
ready to stalk
I breathe heavy
heartbeats are racing
cant understand the thin line
between the reality and the dream.
Certain degree of tension
certain disorientation
I dont know why the sedation
I dont know why the nightmare
-kd
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Empty Box of Crayons
Black and white, grainy scene
Colours are nowhere to be seen
The rose is white, The sky is gray
The air is still, dust makes the way
The bees are buzzing, squirrels are running
searching for colour, they may be grumbling
The sun shines in white light
blinding, people with no sight
The light gray bench in the park
I sit there until its dark
Pondering over the colourless,
Where is it?
-kd
Colours are nowhere to be seen
The rose is white, The sky is gray
The air is still, dust makes the way
The bees are buzzing, squirrels are running
searching for colour, they may be grumbling
The sun shines in white light
blinding, people with no sight
The light gray bench in the park
I sit there until its dark
Pondering over the colourless,
Where is it?
-kd
Cloudy

I look out the window of this airplane
I see clouds, soft and white
They seem like candy floss to me
Wish I could eat one here
The sun burns from a distance
rays crash into the clouds
Millions of colours are formed
The word 'scenic' is defined
A clear space between
the sky and the clouds
the airplane flies freely
A smooth pace,
A steady speed
water below shines, reflects the sun
cloud cover gets dark soon,
turbulence hits us
"This is you Captain speaking"
"fasten your seatbelts"
Raindrops on my window
dark blue is the sky
Cloudy day it has been
I dunno why....
-kd
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Drops
A little drop of heaven, melting under the sun
flowing down ice valleys, like its so much fun!!
Crystal clear, refracted rays
touch the ice without any haste
Meandering down, to its destination
adding volume, to its composition
The last drop falls down,
adding coolness, to the water found....
-kd
flowing down ice valleys, like its so much fun!!
Crystal clear, refracted rays
touch the ice without any haste
Meandering down, to its destination
adding volume, to its composition
The last drop falls down,
adding coolness, to the water found....
-kd
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Cliffhanger
My foot skids on the edge of the cliff
a pebble falls thousands of feet below
holding on to the rope
trying to hang on
living a dream or may be
trying to live my life
I know you are there, right there
just around the corner
but you are not alone
May be you want the same thing I want
may be you want what I wish for
Sometimes I cannot understand
most of the times I don't get it
-kd
a pebble falls thousands of feet below
holding on to the rope
trying to hang on
living a dream or may be
trying to live my life
I know you are there, right there
just around the corner
but you are not alone
May be you want the same thing I want
may be you want what I wish for
Sometimes I cannot understand
most of the times I don't get it
-kd
Friday, February 16, 2007
Mute
Still winds, leaves on the ground
footsteps crunching them away
Moisture in the air
woolen muffler might do the trick
Words don't flow out
I don't hear any voices
The honk of the taxi
the screech of the brakes
too much noise
Don't know what it'll take
Don't know where life is heading
Don't know where it'll break
or will it,
Questions are millions
Answers are billion
Mute-ness is trillion
-kd
footsteps crunching them away
Moisture in the air
woolen muffler might do the trick
Words don't flow out
I don't hear any voices
The honk of the taxi
the screech of the brakes
too much noise
Don't know what it'll take
Don't know where life is heading
Don't know where it'll break
or will it,
Questions are millions
Answers are billion
Mute-ness is trillion
-kd
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Coolness
Chilly winds blowing on my hands
gives me goosebumps
its dark out there
just the moonlight
Stars are shining
some are twinkling
some are trying.
A cold stare
A shiver runs down my spine
a feeling of being crippled
for life
The frost on the ladder
on the corner of the street
near the garbage bins
is melting
Roads are slippery
The snowmobile doesn't start
the shovel's frozen to the ground
the beggars looking for a place to sleep
Eyes could be wide shut
on that comfortable bed........
-kd
gives me goosebumps
its dark out there
just the moonlight
Stars are shining
some are twinkling
some are trying.
A cold stare
A shiver runs down my spine
a feeling of being crippled
for life
The frost on the ladder
on the corner of the street
near the garbage bins
is melting
Roads are slippery
The snowmobile doesn't start
the shovel's frozen to the ground
the beggars looking for a place to sleep
Eyes could be wide shut
on that comfortable bed........
-kd
Friday, January 19, 2007
Sound of silence
Making sense of this silence
quiet as it seems, also dense
The rusty tinge of blood
hangs heavy in the air
Walls are discoloured and yellow
they smell of darkness, and sound hollow
Spiders and bugs creep along
Dust on lamps shows when are turned on
A crack of thunder, a bolt of lightning
shadows can become very frightening
It begins to rain outside, heavily
fears is washed away, quickly
-kd
quiet as it seems, also dense
The rusty tinge of blood
hangs heavy in the air
Walls are discoloured and yellow
they smell of darkness, and sound hollow
Spiders and bugs creep along
Dust on lamps shows when are turned on
A crack of thunder, a bolt of lightning
shadows can become very frightening
It begins to rain outside, heavily
fears is washed away, quickly
-kd
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