Its a broken wooden chair

Made centuries back

It has seen laughing angels

Crying devils too

It broke its back leg

And a cracked its seat too

Dont Sit on that wooden chair

Its broken,centuries ago

Broke wen it saw devil laugh

And crying angles too

People sat on it,played piano

Nobody listened to its weep

It cried and asked for help

All listened to the symphonies

No one listened to help

Lords sat on it, and dukes too

Neither saw the crack in the leg

Ministers came,peoples representatives

Decades past still noone came for help

History talk about leaders and greats

None of them saw the crack in the leg

One day chair broke its leg

When laughing devil sat on it

Crying angles left its seat

Seat too started cracking like the leg

Dont sit on that wooden chair Its broken..

Waiting for a hero to fix it

Till then its a broken chair..

.---Kris

I will forget you one day

The days of million emotions we shared

Discussing things of which we were scared

I will forget all these one day

Like the day fading into its dusk

Our promises will fade away into the

relations and more people between us

Will make us shout to hear each other

Where once we heard each other`s heartbeat

Even when we were miles apart

Impatience of the infancy will grow up

Even if we never wanted it to happen

Life will go so busy for us

Leaving us less time to turn back

And thus our past will fade away

Into mere dusted old tales of life

The same past were we celebrated our relationship

Like a new beginning till the very end of our life
As the melting glaciers of the poles

It will be very slow,but still melting

Just like the way we came close

I will forget you one day

Place you in my shelves of past

Which I rarely or never go through

I will forget you one day

Just like the way we met that day

--------Kris

With the light air inside
Swaying selflessly in the air
So light as It will burst
Into a thousand droplets
If I try to touch it
To feel is altruism
Away from the single source
It flew up slowly to the sky
With its shining shell of beauty
Showing me its colours in a spectrum
Of a single ray of setting sun
Inviting me to touch it
To feel the selfless way of life
Asking me to break the shackles
And sway in the air like the bubble
So humble and gentle up in the air
This might be just an illusion
Mere Fantasy or a dream
Still i see it swaying in the air
With enchanting shell of beauty
Inviting me to touch it and feel it
So selflessly to burst into a thousand droplets.......

----Kris

Eventually it has to rain

Sky has to go dark and cloudy

Then a moment of windy silence

Leading to a never ending downpour

No matter how hot the summer was

Melting our green earth to brown

No matter how the clear the sky was

Like the vast wave less ocean above us

Even if its the spring time coming ahead

Or the dark winter days coming up

Sky has to go dull and grey

Waiting for the word to spread

Then a moment of anticipatory hush

Leading to an awaited cloudburst

For the dust to settle into its place

After flying high and wide from its blood

It has to come back with the deluge

For a new beginning and rising

Be it spring time ahead or the dark winter

It has to rain..Those drops should fall...

--------Kris

I am sitting with an Inkless pen
On the black rocks looking high
To pen the story of existence
Without a myth to defend myself
Days of crystal white sky above
There once I sat amazed and alone
Gazing at the white sky with no fear
As it spread like a sacred desert
Covered by the night smog from distant fire
And spreading its scent of infinity all around
Endless white and unanswered questions
Signs of surrender and peace so bright
All across the white blank heaven
Slowly it dissolved in the mystery
Just leaving a proof of its existence
And giving me unsolved new puzzles
A new one every single time
But in no time its white again
Leaving me clueless and more amazed

Seasons with colours and grey passed
And im still sitting with the inkless pen
To pen the story of existence
Aiming to break silence of the wind
To solve the blankness spread wide
My story of existence will begin
When the white blankness clears
Giving me words and lines to write
Till the day the divine sky clears
Ill be waiting with my inkless pen
Gazing the white sky spread above....
---Kris