Biography of KUNAL SETH
'LIFE WAS NEVER EASY AND NEVER IT WILL
ALL I HAVE LEARNED IS WALKING THAT I WILL..'
KUNAL SETH Poems
Blink Of An Eye…
You called me a dreamer You also said I am unreal You think I am fool But I hope I could change that with the blink of an eye.
Are You All That I Need?
On one of your perfect winter mornings I dragged my steps away from your door Couple of unanswered wishes hanging loosely from my pocket I was walking down with an uneasy air
Fragrances and the night muse Lights dimmed out between the thin sheets There she lays The body perfect
Sparks And The Signs……
Two spirits two existences What do they talk? And what did they see? What did they feel? And what did they hide? They talked of sparks and the signs on a clear night
I was hiding something some underneath my pillow some in my closet that I'll never open and some at places that I never know
An Illusion's Life
An Illusion lives in every mind In every corner in every eye It shows colours and dilutes gradually Fiddles with brains and blurs reality
Colors Of My Life
Colors of my life are grey, blue, black and white Pouring from above and cropping from down below Splashing from every direction that I know Outlining every reason that exists
A Long Road
Music and some playful banter On this road leading to an unseen destiny In a rock and roll version a road to nowhere In my view a certain destination with uncertain twists
The Czar Of Nothingness
The Czar of Nothingness is The sultan of swinging chariots of eternal fire Existing in every era not a fossil of ancient empire Not battling for reforms
Color me color me bad.. Color me like there is no other.. Color me like you never wanted another.. Color me in your favorite hues and shades..
Peter The Pauper….
Peter is a pauper Doesn’t know where to begin and where to end He his pushed around Like if he is tied to a string
A girl enraged So strange Painting the world orange With her fits of fury and courage
Out Of Sync...
An out of sync morning kicks in today.. With noises and chaos all the way.. Pushing, sliding and crawling through doors and windows.. Bringing sanity at its feet at every crossroads..
I Am Gone....
what you see is what you believe what you give is what you take
Peter The Pauper….
Peter is a pauper
Doesn’t know where to begin and where to end
He his pushed around
Like if he is tied to a string
Blames his mornings
For the unpleasant evenings he spent.
He gets hurt
When he doesn’t mean a thing