Tuesday, July 7, 2009



Not just an other day,
in the bright month of summer.
Lesson to learn,
through scraps, and pieces, and glimmer.

May sound unusual,
but is quite simple & true.
I learnt simple things,
which I usually didn’t knew.

I just learnt it,
without any need to read it or write.
Learnt it when I was blind,
which I missed out, when I had sight.

Losing is the only way,
so that once you can find.
Being able to see and then foresee,
only once when you are blind.

- Savla Viral L.

Monday, March 9, 2009

I walk away....

I walk away….

An unpleasant morning had begun,
the dreams started to fade,
I had to walk away….

I assumed wrong colours in the dark, at night,
but now received the light of sun on face,
I chose to walk away….

Playing a perfect Fool, counting dreams to be Real,
Real, Heart-pumping, fresh in breath.
I relied on this, asking to heal,
but it proved to be another wound to death.

My idiocy is now my realization,
for which there exists a grave,
I walk away….

Had I been proverbial earlier, to this truth,
I wouldn’t dare to stand and wait,
I would readily walk away….

I have to leap to change so as to survive,
while there are no acquisitions I would frame.
In search, where I can bank my trust,
because nothing now continues to be the same.

While the colours in my life still exists,
but has instigated to rot and stink.
While everything around has capsized,
I am left here all numb, just within a blink.

Savla Viral L.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Untrue Equations

Untrue Equations

Words are few that visit me now,
while thoughts are many, unable to count.
All it was at the day’s end,
a pile of emotions I had to mount.

Unknown of myself or the world around,
the situations had turned me numb.
But I wouldn’t prefer to surrender,
neither would I agree to succumb.

Its when people fall prey
to the illusions of obscure intentions.
I wait to face the truth,
now hidden in the Untrue Equations.

Savla Viral L.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Captured moments, with emotions captivated within...

My dear pal, "Billoo"

Different Faces, Different Facets .

The Share of Happiness.

The passage to eden, which says "No - Entry"..!!

The Dark Arts.

Made for Each-Other, Eternally..

An Identity to Own.

The Tree of Wisdom, since ages..

Coloured Eden, Darken'd Places..

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Lunar Epic

The characters, organisms and events in this verse are a work of fiction.But, any similarity or any sort of resemblance to any existing persons, organisms could not be entirely unintended and coincidental...

The Lunar Epic

The Epic set first in ages,
when time was yet to feature.
Earth amongst the only bystanders.
Else, no other creature.

The anecdote is anticipated to be
more than about billions of years old.
Though, the scenario repeats every fortnight,
it has never been actually told.

First to appear, was sun, father so grand,
with a brood of daughters, of almost nine.
His face; so bright and dazzling with pride,
and always offered a smile in its shine.

All alone, yet so valorous and unwavering,
that it inspired life on Earth.
With the first petals which bloomed,
blossomed a few more motives of mirth.

The brightest entity in the dark vicinity,
guided fellows with light, like a pope.
So that others never lost, instead gained more,
what we say as, “rays of hope”.

But the solar spirit, couldn’t sustain
its shine, soon after the sundown.
Moon then facilitated the Sun.
Borrowing light from him, furnishing own.

With million of stars there in the sky,
it was still dark at night.
but not after there intervened
divine moonlight.

The daughter of Earth,
young in millions than the sun.
However unslept since ages,
for the task to be done.

For its light, unlike the sun’s,
which was itself for shade.
It rather inspired many a admirers,
devotees, poets’ pen-blade.

The Solar toil, then unappreciated,
by the flowing sweat drops by noon.
The abhorrent sun rose in detestation
against the adolescent moon.

All had seen the power of sunlight,
now it was its power in shadow.
That it castes onto the gorgeous moon.
So that it resembled a widow.

It all started with parts of moon
fading away, black, off the sphere.
And prolonged for a fortnight,
until it entirely disappeared.

The Sun, but also lend
the moon some light.
So that he could rest,
and moon could toil for him at night.

And the events continues since the history,
repeating the sequence.
The Apollo trying to dominate,
While the moon, answering through silence.

A similar tale in present times,
is when you feed both, a dog and a man.
The first one never swindles.
But the other perhaps one can.


Savla Viral L.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I would have been Happier..

I would have been happier

I would have been happier
if unable to understand,
What someone kept thinking
under infamous foeish brand.

I would have been happier
if someone could feel my tone.
When I never said or
when those words left me alone.

I would have been happier
if someone wouldn’t hesitate,
To let me read the pages of smiles
and sighs inscribed in his book of fate.

But, I should have been happier
even if this doesn’t turn true.
When white is a plain colour,
made out of a seven hue.

Savla Viral L.