Rolling Heaven

For all the kith and kin giving me company in the pursuit of heaven. To an extent, to Pink Floyd ‘cos when they sang “the grass is greener”, probably they didn’t mean it. But listening to them, it always is, it always will be. Love you all guys.



Up on the ocean, in the air
He was floating…
Forgetting the angst
True,he thought
The world does keeps spinning…

Once upon a time
In the good old days,
When the liquid ruled
And others stood by,
The boy tried burning the coal
Up with the flames
Went his expectations…
The land still barren…
But his pocket dry and broken
He swore
No more piped lunacy,ever again

Then one fine morning,
In the sea,drifting
The wind and water
Lifting him high,
Sn isle upon which he stumbled
Covered with something
Lush, muddy grass it was
His anchor fumbled…

A man with braces
Was passing by…
Said he,come boy
Its where the gods dance…
The more grass we cut together
Finer gets the warmth
And the weather

As the smoke watered his eyes
And the room became murky
The skies cleared up,
The water too…
Clear became everything,
Everything he knew…


Try it on a comatose man, said they
With gods grace.
The man’s eyes lit up
With the flames
His numb mind began to crawl
Though a little lame
Next time,his lips
Parted on their own
Said everyone,let him
Have it if he should…
The next moment, the man
Lay frozen again
Said everyone,poor thing
Took more than he could, should…

Lo behold! the stuff is blessed,said both
The boy and the braced man,
Didn’t take a break…
Just as the holy water
Embraced copiously
By the namesake…

Darker your mind is
Lesser you regret
Heavier the thing is,
Lighter you get…
Lighter you are
The more you fly,
More you fly
Less you can lie…
It’s a miracle, that god has set
Shot up in flames
And burnt to ashes
Its as merry as you can get…