Keyboard Craft

It's late at midnight I'm writing a letter solitude is my refuge and I write to my father   this letter I'm writing   to clear some of your notions   I'm a poet by taste  so, I'll write with rhymic dispositions I write to tell you that I've come of an age winds here blow as free yet I live in a cage...      my friends are asleep      some of them are snoring      I had to write at midnight     coz my solitude keeps the sun ignoring I've made friends some of whom fake relations o! yes, I have many friends but I failed to get companions       vainglorious are people here       vaingloriousness leaves them scared       I study in a college       and no one teaches-"ego makes war" oh! I forgot to ask everything fine? how are you all? hope this letter finds you in a good mood because happy here I am not at all...     all the time they ring you     and say I'm worst in m

At the banks of Varanasi asked a boat ferry o river! you flow so happily? ah! I go where I'm destined to be...         "you flow day n night         so tirelessly yet so calmly        no time for joy, no time to merry?"                        "you don't see my love as I flow well ! that's the real tragedy..." "they call you "poor solvent" and still, you feel happy? don't you get angry, don't you feel pain?"               "tell'em my water is pure                it absorbs their sins                it hides every stain..."        "hey! I don't mean sarcasm        but "water water everywhere        not a single drop to drink?"                         "ask Coleridge to have faith                          I got plenty of nectar to drink..." said the boat ferry, "they say the man is superior he ferries on you?"   

colorless as water I am... silent as the air I feel no joy, no sorrow. Got no stories to share...       I've been hit a thousand times, yet no memories of pains       I've been a desert for years, yet no thirst for rains... I ferried o'er violent  storms and all those wrathful tides my life is a song ballad, no reason for pride...   I've been the joker for some, I've been a lover for some   the tragedy is that I've never been someone for some... I m random as clouds wandering around on his mercy nobody knows, there is a deep calmness beneath my entropy...

Amidst a garden in Kashmir velvet petals shone so bright the "little curious" had reasons to cheer joyous! their beauty... above all might        they trembled as shy        when he walked a little near        as he moved to touch 'em        they shivered with fear "Dear Mr. glossy glare I don't mean any harm! keeping distance let me stare in serene, with calm"...           like someone depressed & shy         handsome youth at its peak,         telling tragedy-tales with moistened eyes         The tender petals rose to speak...       "crazy, curious innocent dear it's not our pride that we need to blush we just have a little fear coz rose petals are meant to be crushed..."