Sound of the Future. (short poem)

like a bird which soars higher
a sound transcending from known notes of melody to unknown,
a sound obviating differences of our mind,
a sound carrying the harmony of oneness,
a sound uplifting us from known world into a state of freedom,
a sound louder than our egos,
a sound of the future
that moulds our culture
I long for it…


Pointless. (short poem)

painting my moments
with the hues of pointlessness
on the canvas of
a dying sense of achieving,
I gain strength
to besiege and carry you
into my world dwelled by
carefree breaths and caring souls…