...

the flattering sadness
awaited by most
to be in the light
in a blunt pose

content has shaken
its sources now
in front of the tears
it quietly bows

it sings it shines
with smothered minds
and deftly drinks
the smiling me.

Let us re-invent the gods

from the world
where we follow
everything
that is hollow

every breath
without life
from just the statues
without light

from lifeless idols
mandirs bear
to so called gurus
who don't care

to believe
the delusions
which ends
in seclusions

then the tears
make their way
from the eyes
which went astray

but the belief
is a funny thing
is shaken
by nothing

this is the story
of those asleep
the pride and glory
of those who weep

to believe
is important
but not in thoughts
so impotent

let us rather
re-invent the gods
and break the
blundering chords

re-invent greatness
and this time
no statues
no idols
just shapeless

let the shapeless
show the blinds
a glimpse of
an awakened mind

let mere thoughts
enlighten children
and the beauty thats
filled in

to teach them
no ego
and open
their blinds

to help them
be themselves
and how to go
from mind to no-mind

let not the roots
of the society hold them back
nor the funny delusions
ruin their track

let the sea
kiss them back
and let the tree
share its hat

give them books
just to learn
let it teach
not to earn

guide them well
guide them right
help them admire
the sunlight

give them roots
along with the wings
and then see miracles
that they bring.

The unnoticed one...

the buds turned
into flowers
the seconds ticked
and became hours

the new born saw
the butterflies
then it yawned
at the glowing skies

then he grew
proud and strong
in the world
of the wrong

he still had
a dreamy eye
and still knew
the butterfly

the passion grew
and the thoughts were bold
along with that
the world went cold

with every second
in this world
feelings hid
in fists that curled

and every tear
in the day
took birth with fear
then washed away

was once in time
a cardinal page
in the book of life
now kept away

numbness ruled
the sway of mind
indifference now
made him blind

the ears didnt hear
the poetic words
the sound of waves
or the birds that chirped

the eyes didnt see
the butterflies
the yawning baby
or the glowing skies

now all they hear
and all they see
is a mere forbidden
memory

a cough so loud
then a breath taken
life stifled
and death shaken

the body sleeps
with love drunk eyes
death kisses
with sweetened smiles.

The essence of Me

i blink at the world
as i stand beside 'me'
i look at myself
and i smile at me.


what is it that i want?
what is it that i breathe?
is it the social filth?
or the attention that i seek?


what do i look
forward to when i write
these rhymes and these words
just praises and delight


why do i need
these praises and delight?
to help myself grow
or to see me in the light?


if its the light that i want
then i should rather pretend
to be some one that they love
and i'd do that till the end.


as i touch myself
its all hollow from within
i just do what they tell me
thats what i am living.


if it was to follow since birth
and not to explore
what then my dreams would do
perhaps stuck to the floor?


dreams are too tempting
for my lips to turn into a smile
but its a walk for a thousand
but i'm tired after a mile.


what then i do ?
do i explore or i follow?
i say fuck it
leave it for tomorrow.


what for then i fought?
all these days and these nights?
following was still safe
now even the dreams are out of sight.


afraid of the unknown
i shiver but then i stand
i decide to explore and
i bring the dreams back


every inch i walk
turns into a mile
when all thousand are done
its then my dream meets my smile.

Kissing skies...

my tears drop down,
and curl into words,
my thoughts transform,
and turn into birds.

they fly away,
tearing winds apart,
and follow the light,
leading to the heart.

they fly through it,
not much they find,
an ocean so numb,
and emotions blind.

a fearless horse,
loosing its zest,
sick and tired ,
now taking its rest,

they fly away,
to a darker side,
the light weakens,
and they lose their sight.

they turn around,
but its all the same,
they want to get back,
from where they came.

down they stoop,
then kiss the sky,
the memories haunt,
and make them cry.

they battle it out,
then scuffle again,
they wrestle with it,
then struggle again.

now burnt to death,
along with dreams,
memories still haunt,
in that dull realm.

new ones rise,
from ashes below,
with feathers of wisdom,
and eyes of hope.

in light they flourish,
i the nest of dreams,
visions the relish,
now bolder they seem.

Dear Juliet...

Each tear that steps out
from that salty ocean
bears a different excuse
a feeling ,an emotion.

I crave each drop,
to swallow the pain,
to see that spunky smile,
and those eyes again.

But you seem too far,
to touch and to hold,
a clay too watery,
and marshy to mold.

Just like touching images,
or rather a dream,
like me trying hard to,
hold onto the steam.

A glimpse everyday,
is what I get to see,
then unnoticed I walk,
staring at my feet.

I walk through the garden,
a romeo with fear,
shouting within myself,
expecting you to hear.

Burnt

i walk out from your eyes,
no will to say goodbye,
through the woods i walk,
absolutely no will to talk.

lost in the forest i wonder,
world of happiness i surrender,
i look around i see no way,
everything is rough everything is gray.

and then you,i see
the only bright colour to me,
but you are gone forever,
you dont wish to see me ever.

'coz you have found someone,
i am to you gone and done,
my eyes still crave your smile,
my heart can still wait for a while.

now that i know we are to part,
i wish not to see you and i change my path,
dont know where ill be gone,
but to you ill be forgone.

now hoping to see something bright,
in this dull and dark and sad night,
another day gone another lesson learnt,
ill put you on this paper which will be burnt.