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