The countdown that matters...

TEN NINE EIGHT...

Increases thus the weight..

Of the mind that waits..

To see that open gate...

SEVEN SIX FIVE,

That's how I thrive,

To spend each moment,

When from miles you arrive...

FOUR THREE and TWO,

I dunno how to tell you,

That how so ever we fight

With all our might,

Love is all I have for the person

I found in you,

And that,

Even in the darkest of eclipses,

Holding you warm,

I will always be the

ONE...

the unseen terrain

Going through the pages of my memory, I see the core of my soul through a different prism that has been there since I was born....The love of my life has been MUSIC which has followed me like my shadow even in utter darkness when I couldn't see nething,but feel the presence of an unknown power...The silence of solitude at times screams for sound of winds howling through the tall fir trees and my senses get suffocated, longing desperately to get a renewed vigour with smell of moist earth soaked by the first rains of the monsoon...