They are together!!!

                          Some times words mean..so little..

Rebirth

As I walked through the alleys of darkness.

I stumbled upon a mystic lake.

Magical as it was .. hidden in it were stories..

As I stepped into the story .. the real turned surreal

It was indeed a mystic lake

where the trees bloomed in the arid winter,

and a brightly lit home shadowed like a twins..

I questioned the verity of the ecstatic feelings

The ecstasy was unlike others . for it made me cry

As I traveled deeper into the stories of the mystic lake..

I noticed there were singing swans , mythical deer's ,

story-tale bunnies , free birds,drunken

trees , lost winds , flirting sun-rays and

a pond which was fluttering like the heart of a bride..

They were her children with stories woven

I had a feeling I had never felt before..

fear yet a sense of calm prevailed

Paradoxically as it was..

with out thought I danced on the song..

Tear was a companion for long

yet the warmth was holding me along.

Eyes dried ,ecstasy continued

I sensed I knew the feeling..

Like a fish I had breathed in her womb

her love had tried to prepare me for a cruel world.

I still panicked when I sensed I would drown when out

I cried then too..

she held me close to her bosom

and then the same calmness dawned upon me

I snapped, There was a push

She was cajoling me to feel the wind..

For a moment I was a child again

refusing to let go of her

Yet the temptation of flying was too strong...

I ran,turned and glanced at her for a brief second

She smiled and said..

"You will be born again.. and I will be there"

Vicious circle

Obscurity of Life.. that sudden smile..

or fascination of dying alone.. all will come together once

That day is not far when man will question his virtues..

When voices will be one to a common cause..

Differences will exists but union will be for greater good.

Mankind will fight to join again..

When basic needs will hold higher values..

When Necessity will fetch only necessary..

When greed will have no place to breath.

When sacrifice will become sacrilegious

The rising will see blood.. Conflict will be on the rise.

Balance and order will be shaken.. Mankind will be deprived of any compassion..

The years would continue.. Until the he will fight back to stake claim.

The order would change .. balance would change..

But then there is a reason why it is called a "Vicious circle"

Last Man Standing

I cannot live a lie, I cannot pen a lie..

I know that smile wasn't a lie..

May be I thought he was you...

Everything around me...

Everything that breeds was a lie...

May be the moment which I assumed was indeed a lie.

You will not tell me....

that the dream was a lie..

May be it was a lie what I promised..

May be we both couldn't handle anything else but a lie..

I am not afraid.. we are all the

hands on the clock.. they all lie.

Go live .. but not a lie..

Yes the stare in the darkness wasn't a lie.

Yes that streak wasn't lie...

How mundanely we forget that his time span is too small..

Senses fuels on lies..

I closed myself... This time it was him... not the lie..

Clarion Call !!!

I have resisted my instincts for far too long.
I have let them think I don't belong.

I am here to stay Stay I will
I shout and challenge you .. "I am in fray"

Dare come and stop coz I have risen from my slumber
Beware for we are joining hands like timber to timber

Dont shrug me off like I will be forgotten..
This time around I will have back all that is ill gotten

This is a clarion call to all my countrymen..
Do you hear it ... I do... let your eyes open..

Show them the power of fist..
Buckle they will and will accept the list..

"Remember Revolution is the festival of the oppressed."

Common Man

It is a story about a common man
An ordinary Man
Who dreams of living an Extraordinary life.

Emotions he displays are passive
Silence and not words are his friends
Things around him moves
But he doesn’t want to get out of the groove

At Close quarters he looks like a guy enjoying
His misery!!!
He wants to change, but cant muster
The courage to change…

So what is he is waiting for?
Opportunities, which would elevate him?
Aren’t opportunities created?
Than waited upon

Don’t say little does he know?
He knows it quite well!!!
He knows the cause of his misery…
It is not the situation, but it is he!!!

He waits for the things to happen
He waits for the things around him to change
He waits for people to applaud
He waits for people to abandon him
He waits for his miseries to grow….
He waits for his death

Blessed is he!!!!
For his sound metal and physical faculties
Blessed is he!!!!!
For his ability to take charge…

Ignorant is he of appreciating life
Ignorant is he of the uncommon things..
For him his worlds starts and ends with his common problems…

Little does he appreciate the joy of sharing
Little does he appreciate that happiness comes with contentedness
Little does he realize that smile spreads with smile…

He seeks sympathy for the sufferings inflicted on him by himself…

There is a common man with in all of us…
“Waiting and wanting to be loved …”
“Expecting to be appreciated…”
“Afraid of being rejected…”
“De spiteful of being cheated.. “

And yet this very own common man with in us refuses to accept that

“Revolution is a festival of the oppressed…”

Mercy is the word of the Fallen one....

The same hands...create and heal.


Some fall from truth.
Some fall from ignorance.
Some fall from false pride..

Used is Mercy to clear the sin..

Some fall from jealousy...
Some fall when they cheat.
Some fall when they waste.

Used is Mercy to clear the sin..

Some fall from loyalty.
Some fall from confidence.
Believe it or not Every day... all of us fall from grace..

And we choose mercy ..
for the miseries we create..to clear our sins..

Riveting River

As I walked over the dreamy river...
The ice was thawing. floating with bits & bergs..
Wind shook the bare trees..

I try to cross the bridge..when i do i hear the thud..
I hesitate.. I stop look around..
I looked at him..
And this is what he said....

"I was ice when I began.."
"I was small when I first touched the sand"
"He wasn't ready to give in"
"I moved little by little looking at him head to head"
"Yes I did melt .. I wearied a little. but I didnt stop"
"I moved along..waiting for things to pass on"
"I met others like me.. this time we were one fighting him(sand) "

"There were few friendly trees we carried along.."
"We left no body.. stones,trees,flowers,leaves..just about everything
sometimes even the rebellious sand"
"We protected.. when they breathed with in us"
"Some saw us.. so they rained on us.. some flowed into us"

" We had learned how to live with them (sand) "
"Just when we thought things were just fine"
"It started becoming cold "...
"Some of us slowed.. others moved .."
"Things started becoming... tough..."
"We stopped.. we still held.. to our dream"
"We knew nobody could stop.. as longs as we believed.. "

"Days passed into months.. but as days went by
.. the stronger and closer we became..."

"Friends.. left.. those we protected...
we still protected.."

"Then one day.. there was a hope"
"Slowing we moved .. it was tough to move again"
"The old flame was ignited.."
"The old dream of reaching the place came back"

"Now you see me.. happy again..
but I have seen it all warm hot and cold"

"Remember we aren't here for the hot and cold"
"All of us would someday reach the place.."
"It is about how live while we flow"

I smiled.. I turned .. I crossed the bridge..

Small Things

The flavour of ice cream...

The smell of dad's shirt..

Sneaking out of the house when all
were asleep...

dancing in the rain.. or made up rain using
the garden pipe...

Or getting the toy that you always wanted...

Snuggling into parent's bed... when
you wanted to feel special...

Wearing that new dress to school on your birthday...

running to the waiting school bus when the bell rang...

Eating pickles when mama wasn't watching...
trying to fit with the sister's crowd...

The feeling of getting out of the party which
parents threw...

Breaking the glass with a cricket ball ..........
and running away........

waiting for going on summer holiday with family...

Sad but true.. Have we forgotten.... to smile..
for the small little things we used to so much
crave for

Smile.. Coz .. child is still with in you...

Unknown

I am justified..
I am petrified..
I am stupefied...

I fear.... yet fear none..
I resist yest I detest none...
I flow yet I feel I want to glow..'

My heart beats for things I wished
forever ...

I dream of the beautiful things..
the one mama told.

I am glad when i have food after a
long haul..

I live not mine but someone else's dream..
I am mellowed in tone... But not in dreams...

I am still looking for answers for which I presume
I know all the solutions...

Most times to me It feels like I have my path set
Yet wouldn't know how I would live...

For the next moment is in the mercy of unknown..
The unknown which has greater knowledge...

The unknown who is unknown to me..

World Is Filled With People !!!

World Is Filled With People !!!
Its not the filth its the people!!

Rush Runs the world
Ruin is where they head

Where is the singing of heart?
has the music been stripped?
has it lost its soul?

Why do we run away from faith and trust?
Why does the world live in misery?

Why is feeling of giving lost?
Why have we lost the happiness in sharing..?

Why do we fear the inevitable?
Why do we hold people in contempt?

Why?

Why is the world filled with people
but with very few humans?

Treat Her Like a Queen.....

When child it cant escape her
the joy on mama's face...

She dreams of closing her eyes when being loved..
She dreams of hearing him whisper "You are beautiful..."

She dreams of a life time of moments...
that she can treasure....

However she is ... Whoever she is....
She dreams of day.... When he would
hold her ...look into her eyes....
and take her along...

She cant stand him when he sleeps...
She wants to hide when he eats......
She hates him when high...

Yet She steals glances from far away..
waiting...for him to feel her presence.

She forgets its time to sleep...
When he lies helpless....

She takes his side
when no else does...

She cries when she needs
him the most...

Yet She moves along..
takening on the burden...

hoping againts hope...
that. that day would be today...

Make her believe that dreams do come true..
Make her feel that she is the only one...

Remember she is a queen...
Treat her like one...

Little Miss Sunshine

From the bottom of my broken heart....
I don't want to leave you...

My generous heart doesn't want me to hold you..
I cry for what I have lost.

I dreaded that I wont have you....
My apprehensions have come true....

It life was a like a tempest when you chugged along...
Suddenly it was a calm sea with moonlight on...

I stood on the mast .... The horizon was dark.....
I said to myself he has shown me the path....
I hoped to touch warm rays.....


I did touch the rays...
So it did...
So warm was the heat ... that I could play with it.

Clouds came by....
They made me shiver......
I said they are passing clouds ... Hang on...

She came with glaring intensity.....
Her rays touched me as if I was the only one....

Basking in heat I was so lost...
I didn't reckon She was moving on...........

Clouds came by again.... and I was lost....
I thought She would come by again....and said nothing...
and waiting for things to pass on...


Alas I didn't realize.... My day was gone...
It was a short day ,but a beautiful sunny day........
I lived each moment ..... Whenever she was there.....
Caressing me with lovely rays......I was in a lost world....

As she moves along to give some body
a longer day.....I wish she shines....
Like a little Miss Sun Shine...

Beyond Stage

Tethered was I by life's uncertainties..

Meekly i followed the herd....
Though I did know they had signs of maverick...

Hunting for signs I thought...was there some thing in them..
hmm..I told myself why bother just follow

Getting to know was an easy affair...
with a "hi" "hello" and "how do you do?"

The energy was slowing ratcheting up
Though enjoying I was still clueless whom was I meeting...

As the rumbling(conflict with in the mind) continued it was vaguely clear...
I was meeting the stories and people I felt I had met earlier..

The stories were transforming into images...
As for people I thought I was meeting my siblings of faith...
slowing people were no more people... they were virtues,they were learning..
they were unlearning....

As time passed I was amazed at what the
conglomeration of thoughts could do !!!!!!

We are all prisoners to a perspective of a prism...
which endorses the virtues of selfishness.

Misery,hatred,conflict all have their justification..
But fight we have to...
Because ....As they say

"Only an Idea can fight Another Idea"

Moments!!!!

I still remember that innocent little face....
I still remember her coyish smile...
Imprinted is in my memory the moment!!! When She stole that glance..

With stars above and her essence around..
How can I forget when I lost myself in her arms...

Moments !!! They are not memories...

I still see her...
When we sat facing each other...
Under the dim light...
When I knew her heart was mine...
Its brings warmth even now....

Words are short !!! I say they are moments...

Musical was our life with every passing day...
Moments are they when you came by...
She looked up to me... Oh !!! Don’t remind me...
Those eyes spoke of faith,of trust...of a feeling
Way beyond human conscience....

Moments were they and I captured them....

Magical was our life !!!!
As she appeared!!! She slowly disappeared...

As I was being deprived...
She again stole the last glance...I saw no sign of pain...
Her eyes told me "I am not gone" ... Look for me

I saw, you were still little angel...
Your eyes radiated the same zeal..
Your smile brightened my life...

And there were moments that you and I shared....

It is the moments that we live for...
Son !!!! Once you asked me...
Here is your Answer....

True Love lies in the Moments....!!!!!!

I Just want to sleep

Driven by logic ,driven by pattern
Driven by desire,driven by ego
I don't know where i head,
I run and i keep running,

Want to break away from the shackles,
They say those who don't never make it big

What is being Big,what is being somebody
I want know me,if i don't know me
whom do i want to be..

Belief is what i want to believe in.
Wrong or Right i want to still believe.

I don't understand what you write,
does it really matter,for this is to me
A toast to my unknown presence.

I wouldn't bother for others to read,
i know if they do,most would say what have you scribbled.

Knowledge is abstract,Abstractness is truth
Truth is end and there is no meaning to end.

I don't want to know why it is
I don't want to know how it is
I Just want to sleep.

Why is that I cant sleep
Why is that i still want to be sheep

See i rhymed it !!! Alas I lie
and I am not sleeping.

Conscience provides meaning to sanity.
Success is want i long and as they say
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only
by success"

Does that mean i want to be insane???
Or is it the genuineness which has had the true calling

I know
I don't want to know
I just want to Sleep!!!

Is there a purpose to speaking
Is there a purpose to working
I wouldn't say there is no purpose to life
But what is it??,

I know
I don't want to know
I just want to Sleep!!!

I may die a lonely man
I may lie on a stinking bed
But when it does i know
one thing for sure

"Sleep I will"

Wont I Or Will I Lie ?

It is beyond the confines of Man and Mind
It is beyond the existence of human conscience.

When i write ,I write with an Intention to lie
I write for people would read,understand and appreciate
and hence i lie.

I search for words,i compile my poem,I ponder would they
Understand and i change,i refine and i lie.

I write with mask of an Intellect,though the real truth
is unknown to me and i lie.

I stretch my mind,encouraging for a flow
for the flow of thoughts and words
For my intent is to make others to appreciate and row.

And i know i lie.

Is it the Jugglery of words or is it about abstraction
But i still write ,for i am afraid of breaking the ground rules,

I want people to applaud ,take me into their fold
and i know i lie.

I resist from reading back.
To puff my chest,to pat my back
"for how creative i am"
But my real conscience says i lie.

I sell myself ,my virtues
I know some buy ,some don't
for those who buy
to them i know i lie.

Sometimes somethings are best left unknown
Sometimes there are no answers
Only questions and Just because they want answers
I wont lie!!!

Roared

Here is a story of a Lion
who once feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.

Born to ferocious parents,at an early age he learnt
of his prowess.

Mother taught him to prowl
father taught him to wait,watch and prowl.

Friends regarded him with respect,knew he was the only one
and his skill couldn't be perfected.

Others bowed ,knew he was a king in making
qualities in him from the birth were sowed.

Enemies plotted and evils lurked,
he knew ,guessed, laughed and wondered
did it really matter.

He redefined his territory ,uncles helped
parents nodded ,was he arriving of age,
they said he was a greater king in making,
bedazzled were they with his speed.

Look what a style it is
have you seen like him in years,
ambitions were like immortality,
strong was his thought and vision.

Graceful was his gait
females wooed and drooled.
He knew his worth and when the air riddled
with words "Hail The Almighty",intoxicated
was he.

Parents left ,he thanked them for
making him deft.
partner came along,solace and comfort
is what i give she said "lets move on".

Cubs arrived,he strived
mama taught that's what father do
for he needs to survive.
Keen were they in hearing him out,
he smiled in years when he saw them playing around.

Plotting grew,they knew it wouldnt
be long before he would be strewn.
Confidant warned him,pact was he
adamant on.

Preying were they behind the mountain,
conspiracy rolled ,stab him they said
he wouldnt survive.

Ferocious and bloody was the battle,
uncles died ,he mourned,
friends died ,he got torned and
when beloved died ,he cried.

He won the war,his children had
honed and he bowed asking to be left
for the territory was in safer hands.

Zombie was how others described him,
he moved as he feared none,not even his end.
As he closed his eyes,he reflected
he was a Lion who feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.

Live On

Is it the Simmer of Hope or
Is it the Simmer of Despair

As I move
my Shadows chase and my thoughts race

So bright is his countenance
there is not a sign of penance!!

So steady is the rise
does he even think of fall or the distant cries.

He is wild ,young and free
He puts to shy even the friendly ,handsome tree.

He rises to his peak
He burns others around.
Some seek for a creek
He has the atoricity to call others weak
He dares them,so damning is his arrogance

Black,Grey,Orange,Red,Yellow are his myraid shades
Arent they the colors of the faith??
But yet steadly he fades

Promising people of a better future
He leaves them to an endless strech of uncertinity
I ask is that a pretence??

Feeling cheated i pronounce
our friendship is broken

As a consolation he lends his
friend "Mindnight Sun" to me

I Ponder and reflect to realize that
May be May be
and Climb the Distance to touch the ray of Hope

At the horizon i see him
and I live on !!!!

YBlog

The other day i was talking to a friend of mine about my blog and was pestering him to start one of his own.After much deliberation he agreed to pen down few of his thoughts.
During the course of my conversation with him i realized the very need to write blogs.

I think as human we are constantly trying to investigate,innovate and improvise to be somebody.Somebody who people can follow,people can feel proud about knowing.This constant self improvement pushes us to establish an identity for oneself.

In fact they say every successful man/women leverages the best of his traits to move forward.Hence the ability to realise and acknowledge ones strength and ones weakness leads one to shape an identity.

Identity in a lot of ways is a conglomerate of thoughts and ideas.When these thoughts and ideas take a shape they represent a persons identity.

So for me a blog is an Identity which is derived by the ideas/thoughts and opinion that you pen down and over a period once our thoughts start taking shape we would realize or acknowledge what we are and would be in a position to leverage the most out of it.

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