My Punctured Boat…

I pushed my boat out of its shed today,
dragged the heavy structure all the way
to the frozen waters of nothingness.

The blistering sun and the mute sky
being the only witness to my cry.

Just to see it ride beyond the numbness,
towards something new,
something unknown, anything beyond my ‘me’.

I followed a call from the other side (of the horizon),
A voice without a name, without an identity,
But it was real, at least to me!

Reality itself has changed now as I can’t read my compass anymore.
In these alien waters, the voice has left me in denial.
With no hope and no respite I reached the other side,
only to find another horizon, another voice.

And I keep sailing on my punctured boat
that I got in legacy from the yellow pages of history

Memories…

Actions, emotions and all that
I put my eye on the kaleidoscope
And turn the lens
Images fill my mind, until I realise
I don’t own my thoughts, its all celestial
The reel runs on an infinite projector
Showing all that I have done
But I cant trace the key person
Memories accumulate and I cant pause
I just added one for you.
My beloved verse…

Relief in Pain

The doors are closed
And the wait is over.
The forbidden dream which used to
shine in the corner of my eye, is gone
The calmness in the rage of anger is not there
in the silent alleys of nothingness.

Never thought that I could become this person
Never thought I would be relieved of the sweet pain
The tears have dried and the smirk is all that there is
Loneliness did not keep its promises
And I got betrayed by myself.

A faded photograph

A memory trapped in time,
actions, words and an emotion.
All there in one entity,
Do you see it too?
one photograph of yours and mine
fading into the rust of time.
The smile which used to be…
has faded into a blank white space
The hug has turned cold
And the kiss is lost.
You can hardly see us,
Only two figures wrapping each other,
moving no further.
Filling a frame beyond your present fame,
It’s not the future,
Coz we have already been there,
It’s not the past, coz it’s still here.
It’s all compiled in one sheet of memory,
You and I fading in a photograph,
clicked by a moment in time…

Who am I?

I am the darkness next to you
I flow in your veins, and embrace your heart.
Light goes through me, so, it never reaches your eye.
I lie, deep under the burden of your desires
Raped and tortured, humiliated and chocked.
Not a word reaches your ear,
All my screams travel inward.

Why?
Is not what I ask today?
Unveiling my mask, look into my eye.
Do you know who am I?
This is me, my identity.
One word defines all that you see.

From you I have come they say,
But does that account for everything you see today?
I might be an extension of you,
But so are you, coming from my wo(mb)...

In Your Arms

I wake up and dream of a life incomplete,
Dying each day to be alive within,
To hide my visage in this masquerade.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

I am free from you and you are not me,
revealing our true identity to this endless night.
Lost inside, while our faces smile.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

Untangle me of this exile,
Breathe in to me and show me love.
Not a life, years or months; just a moment of us.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

Tomorrow will not be today,
and today is not yesterday
It is only us in this time and space,
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

You are complete and so am I,
Yet, together we achieve incompleteness.
Me and that person you created
Miming the same words in different languages.

The Paperboy

Words form structures,
And people trapped in them,
I see nothing beyond what is shown to me,
I feel something in my head but it’s not me.

I wait on the doorstep for more of it,
Lives waiting to be dead,
This morning would be different, I assume,
No tanks blasting, no buildings going in fume.

What is beautiful and what is not?
What is right and what is wrong?
Just directions,
Leading everyone to their home.

The maze is open at all ends,
Death stares at the prisoner in the eye,
But do you have it in you,
To not know what will become of you?

The Human Chart

I see humans on a chart,
Segregated according to their part(s)
The chain would not last,
without every link in the cast.

Is that the only meaning of existence?
To play your role in the act
being the predator and the prey.

No one runs it yet everyone makes it.
No central power, no conditioning.
We produce to consume,
Each one of our offspring

Power is bought and sold,
The illusion is to be timid and bold.
One second can change years of existence,
One tear can overcome a million smiles.

Why should there be any end to it?
Finite is a human term, for the people within.
But the chart scrolls down to infinite.

A Distorted Life

A pot of water is boiling on the stove,
A green leaf soaked in it.
Have you ever felt the heat of boiling water?
The leaf shrinks into something without a name.
It feels like satans touch or God’s wrath
What’s the difference anyway?
When you look in the bubbles formed by a hundred Celsius
Then the world seems different
Things expand and shrink at the same time,
Words exist and don’t exist in the same rhyme.
A dog left astray, a species domesticated.
Houses of words and parliaments of sentences.
The heat and the powerless utensils
The leaf leaves a smell,
Like a cat with a bell.
You can find your way back to it,
But you can never see what was never there.

A broken Stallion

We found us in the sheds of the black city,
The battle was never fought,
Addiction was the only game known to us,
And death was all that we sought.

Sometimes in the morbid stained sheets
Or the murky corners of psychosomatic streets,
We crossed paths like strangers,
But everyone was aware of our common factors.

The birds refused to chirp in our forest,
And daylight was too glorious, to reach our breast.
Such was our destiny,
unknown even to us.

When everything was lost,
We found each other,
in a sub-conscious dilemma.

The photograph shows a smiling face,
Not because we were pleased,
But that’s what you do when asked to
Say cheese.

It was tough but we stuck together,
Fighting the rain and defeating pleasure,
In that bed we found each other.

With the company nothing felt old,
Not even our perpetual cold
Drugs stopped working on us,
As we were already high to the core

And that last race! What a tale it was,
We ran like a dream,
Piercing through our pasts,
towards a reality unreal before.

Rivers of my country

Water gains life, as it flows down a hill,
I sit by! trying to distinguish one rapid from another.
Have you ever done that?
It’s like telling one face from the other.

The rivers in my country don’t acknowledge the birth of Christ,
They travel from beyond time.
The flow of my rivers cannot be found in the boxes of your calendar,
They flow through me and you can’t even see.

As I sit beside him, she whispers me stories,
a hundred deaths and two ninety nine lives.
She lets me visit his deepest banks,
from creator to the destroyer, everything there lies.

You might hold me guilty for falsehood,
“how can you understand her tongue?
His language is long forgotten”
And I reply with nothing but defiance.

The river is driven by gravity, not your definition of clarity,
I don’t need to invent a language for her,
She is a part of me,
as I am of her.

A shade less color

Traveling through the regions beyond light,

Soaring above the conflicts of life,

A man reached the point of no return.

Darkness is the elimination of colour,

But, beyond the spectrum lies a substance.

The phenomenon of seeing clearly,

more clearly than required.

A heart of darkness is the true friend of horror,

Like white is of black,

It is the last resort of the human instinct,

To become what it cannot fight.

Sailing through the river of lives,

A man stands out,

A soul goes mad,

And the mind takes the path of chaos.

Time Wrap

Each tick of the clock is a part of history,
Nothing is predestined,
Acting by the clock is an illusion,
There are more dimensions to this game.

One moment seems to be like a life time,
And years flash by like dots in a line.
Chronology is not the only science,
Close thy eyes; there is a life in the nothingness of being blind.

Playing in the battlefield,
Screaming in the heart,
Nothing is greater,
Everything will be left behind.

Beyond the end lies innocence,
the freshness of not fearing to lose,
is the greatest gift,
turn the steering, try a new drift.

Weeds are also necessary,
Flowers are not the only beauty,
Knowing oneself in void of time
is the path to break the time wrap…

Spill the colors

Move in a line,

Don’t be left behind.

Why cant you excel,

Why are you so different?

We live in an order,

bounded by the shackles of a pattern.

Looking beyond the edge is a crime,

All of us have to follow the same table of time.

Life is like a race,

Art is made in factories,

And artists are murdered on the crossing.

Life ends just the way it started.

Colours are identified by each other,

One view has no value.

If its not better than the other,

Dreams are a curse,

And imagination not needed.

Why don’t we clone instead?

At least nothing will be wasted.

My dimensions

Life is as high as it could be,
Living this dream,
Screaming this scream,
It would never end.

Faces from the dark haunt me,
I know someone is out there,
Waiting for me to remove my shield.
Is it just the end?

What lies beyond this existence?
More of this poison to drink each day,
Watching the ships sail by,
sitting on the bay.

My calculations fail me,
My undertaker just nailed me,
I live no more,
My existence is a fable.

In my world of fantasies,
I see her, I know her,
But I can’t hold her,
The image of this world is just a blur.

I run out of dimensions to describe my world,
I sit here describing a point in the universe,
Words seem to defeat my purpose,
As I take my last dose…

A Life, half Lived!!

Faces of incompleteness haunt my existence,
Strolling through miseries,
I come across thousands of masks.

Masks that get us through our days,
And behind them a rotten person fails to breathe.
We cry at night, unable to sleep.

Is this how we were supposed to be?
Looking for a walking stick,
building imaginary stories brick by brick.

A smile amidst a all these screams shock me,
An infant is delighted by reaching his mothers breast,
Are we any different?
The only difference is that we fail to recognize our happiness.

Each person seems to be snipped,
As if the other half is waiting somewhere else,
But we close our ears, ignoring the holy bells.

Life ends just the way it started,
All we learn is that learning kills,
One person is pulled back by another,
All of us keep playing this game, killing our own brother.

He passed away at five fifty five…

She drove past a wedding ceremony,
A celebration in the foreign land brought a smile to her sulked face.
Life was going to change forever as soon as she would read the next message.
Her eyes had a thick layer of kajal and her hair was parted with a pinch of red powder.

She had always dreamt of saying her last words in her husband’s arms,
Living a free life yet following the norms.
Life had been a field of experiments to her,
Wearing a yellow saree with with an overcoat of fur.

In her eyes, one could see all those she had met,
It was like a walk through countless emotions.
She sang like a nightingale,
bringing delight to everyone who cared to listen.

Who would know, that all this would change in a second,
As she pressed that button, singing her husbands favorite rhyme,
Missing him, trying to kill away this lonely time.
The officer had left the message,
Hopping somebody would come and collect the package.

“Your husband passed away at five fifty five,
We request you to come and recognize.”
She ran as far she could,
gasping for breath she fell on her knees.
After a minutes silence, she screamed as if this was it…

my treasure...: A Ring, a ring o' roses

my treasure...: A Ring, a ring o' roses

Ram Naam Satya Hai

Every problem has a solution,

I was taught this at school,

before I was asked to dive in this pool.

And they were not wrong, we all have our parts in the equation.

I open the door and enter a living room,

Its littered with some grass and a broken broom

Under the dirt of blood, lies his body.

I hear voices behind my head.

Ram naam Satya hai.

Ram naam Satya hai.

He was a dealer of life,

a player of knife.

just a pawn in the game of big men.

All he wanted was to be satisfied.

All he got was.

Ram naam Satya Hai

The virus opens from one fold to another,

What we see is just the bird’s feather.

Thousand lives are buried,

unheard and unsaid.

And all that we get to hear is,

Ram naam satya hai.

They fight each day,

Not with aliens,

But from parasites, who sucks their blood

and generates the power to run this system.

Their struggle is muted by the sound of

Ram naam satya hai…

Ram naam satya hai…

A Ring, a ring o' roses

A ring, a ring o' roses,
A pocket full o’posies-
Atch chew! atch chew!

Look there,

Oh my god, its something new…

Let’s sit in a circle,

And pray to the rocks,

“Let me live with all that I have,

and keep everything else

away from my reach”

A ring, a ring o' roses,
A pocket full o’posies-
Atch chew! atch chew!

Run! son run!!

It might just kill you…

Don’t observe, don’t listen, don’t say.

Make tomorrow just like yesterday.

If you think something of your own,

Then you don’t deserve to see the dawn.

But ma? Why shoul’ I no’ ‘ream of all fun ‘nd no ‘ork,

Or ‘nakes eatin’ with a for’???

Son! That’s the way this world runs,

And things like this are not heavenly,

But come from empires down under the earth,

It’s a dark, dark place, called HELL.

Ma! Cn I go ‘ut ‘nd play?

Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Hush! hush! hush! hush!
We’re all tumbled down…