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