The first shot

The pursuit of truth It seems

Is Met with alternatives.

Should the mind play 

A greater steadfast role

In ensuring realms of peace 

Be grounded within the values 

Or a playground of scenes draws

Indiscipline...be quick to move. For 

The personal shame endured, is torture in its light...belief and love can be toxic if uncontrolled

Static Faith

In the blink of an eye, lightning struck

Played by my own emotions, just my luck

The truth lies within my heart

The self deflated, fate's art...

I accept reasons from above

Never defined this concept of love. 

Silenced simply by the bolt

every look stirs up a jolt.

-Nikhil-

By the Glass

Past the end of day, ahead of dawn
my patience persists despite a yawn.

A dream, a thought lost in the cold
Tame ego, affection more bold.

 Wait for thy arrival, amidst the glass
A traditional dusk filled with class.

-Nikhil-

Closed eyes, open mind.

My eyes close, the world springs alive

impossible to hide, I see it all

the depth of thought reveals itself

in timely fashion, night after night

Blessed with sight, a bolt of pain

when reality is skewed, this secret

life seems to provide more shade

slowly but surely, I am fading.

If only it were that simple.

-Nikhil-

The Call of the Cloud

In the midst of focus, 

why doth suffering bring upon 

despondency amidst the peace

radiant celestial beings bless the cause

A sprint of affection, time to end ? 

Cross the line, and return to the self.

This is the call of the cloud.

Drift yet potent.

-Nikhil-

The crisp aura...

The ice crumbles beneath the feet. 

A walk of love, where meaning rests

in the quiet breath of nature.

As a week moves, does nature change. 

The once slippery slope now has renewed grip.

Cracks and shatter, the heart can move, 

void of imperfections , slips through the hands of fate

With vision never impaired, shall the veil of life

shine light through

The brightest ray of inspiration 

comes in the haziest of evenings

The darkest of thoughts come in the brightest of dawn

With a crisp aura of secrecy shall I

soon continue to persist or just let the fog

take its place to blind all that may not be true

I await thy orders from heaven.

Sight be bestowed in the darkest foggiest night. 

-Nikhil-

The knot of time

every beat, tightens the knot, makes it all harder to simply come out

when the mind is accustomed to the ways of being. A degree of comfort, to be done away with

What idea does my mind hold for the chains of time have come apart. It is hence time to unwind.

restructure the tangle. A great chance for a new road. They say the best is yet to be

The Banyan Tree

There was once a time, in the forest of dreams, where a banyan tree lived and thrived.

With a vision so pure, it was tough to endure, the thought of power's lure. It shall be said the blue jay reigned, with a method so simple as autonomy. It did persist, I must insist, I was just not prepared for the twist. The blue jay prompted the hummingbird up, as wings took flight over walls. The tree was left, amidst many friends the basic ray of hope. As walls were built while others were struck with the axis and arms of jove. The Owl often loud, despite its thought, the predator cautioned strong. Left alone it rested along, and spent the long nights in thought. When the time came for the banyan's fate, the birds of the sky began their game. The hummingbird, with its wings so quick, made the initial pathway fit. As word and opinion paved the way, the route to glory was set in brick. The owl knew the dove  well, in reverse the same claim would melt. The choice was between the birds of thought, the dove, was in the geist of it all. Should nature have its way? or the word of the blue jay to obey. If its will be done, the passion of growth will fade away. An inertia of regularity, twas  amity, the best is never yet to be. If the die be cast, shall the owl know how? A genuine smile with a final bow. If the birds of choice were to rise above the canopy, glory behold for our home, the banyan tree.

-Nikhil-

Lines of certainty

Shall the smile of comfort provide the haven, 

when intricacies spin a web of existence,

what shall the mind speak when the heart is 

divided, rather silence is chosen, the true 

weapon. How does the crust of emotion, fail 

everything else but reason. It shall come the tide 

of decision, thought and certainty. Remain forever

in the line of uncertainty. 

-Nikhil Srinidhi

Cloud of chance

Shall it be said on a cold breezy day
that the soul often looks out
the meaning of warmth and blaze.
Shall it be said on a weary long day
the time is set ticking steadily away
Shall it be said as rebirth arrives,
the chance of cloud comes drifting by,

It shall be said as the numbers fly,
The heat of the self, lives on and thrives.

Nikhil Srinidhi