Linger

Cursed Missed Opportunities

2007-09-17T22:31:00.000-07:00

Yet all this time it will continue to haunt
Wont let them live, wont let them talk
But they carry on, thinking what went wrong
What was genuine, to whom it amounted that much

They would call it inane, senseless to think
To start with a boom and end in a bang
Having spent a lifetime in those short hours
They were all into twists and turns

But it wasnt too far to have forgotten the start
And there it was, standing again in front of them
Gushing with all force to effuse that rage, and
They become two different eyes and disparate vision

All this to forgive and forget?
To be on the road, wherever it would lead?
Opportunities there were, cursed and missed
Its was a pity that somethings had to die, for those dreams to live...

Those scars will appear in time
And the chronic pain will forever whine
It will continue to remind them of love
That was buried, for sake of a benumbed life

Before Sunrise

2007-05-21T01:05:00.000-07:00

It was in the middle of a bright starry night
Walking down the esplanade beside the shore
A moment it was to get hold of for ever
And a time they knew was everlasting never

He had come a long way from the yesteryears
Unraveling the ties so tangled and tousled
It was in store for sure, though he had no inkling
He felt the beads of joy and radiance sprinkling

A bright picturesque figure stood before him
And there it was,
An angelic beauty with gift of purity
So beatific that would wane the human sanity

Eyes shine with brilliance like of a morning star
Touch of skin or of a silken thicket so green
An enticing smile was the mark of such seraphic presence
Dwelling in such happiness was the true essence

A true revelation of a new world as you may call it
He was a true naive, perhaps too callow to accept this
Why are all good things so ephemeral?
The conviction and the belonging all seem peripheral

The moment is eternal for ‘You and Me’, she said
A new day and new beginning with her will always be
Like a life’s greatest gift received out of bounds
The everlasting sweetness in the air was found

The night was singing pangs of its passing
And the sun was rising, lighting all that lied ahead
He would not now walk alone would be anyone’s surmise
For he would be with her eternally, before every sunrise

Great Expectations

2006-10-23T16:34:00.000-07:00

It is not the part of common occurrence in the time
Climbing up against the hope might be serious crime
Behold! For it is a function of the emotional bonding
Honored esteem is one of its precious belonging

An epitome of unison, a bond of reverence
In search of the bliss of happiness and coherence
They walk unaided through this malicious satisfaction
While they savor the merry of gleeful gratification

The mechanics of clockwork are indeed stealthy
Unruly wheel of destiny revolves with the wealthy
They would shun their desires, chant incantations
And preserve the towering heap of expectations

Blimey! Would you stay with me while I talk?
Follow the words spoken as an orderly flock
Know my wants and fulfill my needs
For the expectation commands such deeds

No one ever talks about it
They just do it...
And they would go on with their life
Observing the signs denoting the strife

How can we live upto their dreams?
Shuddering, praying we see them scream
To hold on to the freedom of the lone past
To disclaim the expectations rising so fast

I aint no aware of the obligations you hold
Nay! It’s your wish to give in your soul and be told
Togetherness is the art of being one in adaptation
Following it usually are our great expectations.

The Secret at the Doorstep

2006-10-06T03:00:00.000-07:00

The doors to the light were to be opened in dark
The heirloom of this heaven kingdom was in vicinity
All who followed it, were bound to this fate
It was precious to all; the vision lied within the mark

The markings on the wall were beginning to fade
It mirrored only the starlight and the moonlight
The writing that was once clear is now incomprehensible
The secret buried was now getting more furtive and jade

A slight touch on to the scripting and it was clear
The scramble penning of the mind and soul in fusion
Orthography was revealing, but with a great pain
A secret was out, that only strong could bear

Things we touch have no permanence
There is nothing we can hold on to in this world
Only by letting it go, we can truly possess the things
That what is real, and carry significance

The glow of enlightenment was visible
Wise were the cant spoken at the doorstep
The noble lords returned in health and in peace
For they uncovered the secret so invincible

The Circle of Life

2006-09-25T12:51:00.000-07:00

It was whispered that it came in for something
For long years it has existed in mind
A choice between what is right and what is true
Vacillating that was, amidst those hours behind

It was pity that it stayed long in those heads
Difficult as it would be in dealing death
No knowing of its unseen existence
The end of the life was waiting to take a breath

Too many walls would have built in time
They would have witnessed those pangs so rife
Many that live would deserve death
Some who died would have deserved life

The circle of life would continue to surprise
In this wheel of destiny one may surmise
Shorten my stay for an easy ride
Yet staying for a reason would be wise

One day perhaps when life is predictable
For the time is still incoming
Thou shall uncover the hidden truths
Desire to live be indeed so becoming

Thou shall discover the true reason
For why you are right to be here
Trust oneself to core of the heart
Surprised you will be, finding all answers there

En-route To Love

2006-08-27T14:34:00.000-07:00

Retracing my footsteps, it’s a wise place to begin
Difficult to recollect things, and hard to dig in
Time was thus gone, for those moments forlorn
Precious words not spoken, ceased to be born.

A child’s voice, however honest and true
Is meaningless for those who have forgotten their due
To listen to the very echoes of the lonely heart
That reminds one of a story tearing it apart.

By rights we shouldn’t even be here, but we are…
It’s like stomping through the marshes afar
Who would walk through that wasted meadow?
When the sun is dead and moon in shadow

But that is not for us to decide,
For time is something over we cannot preside
The forces of mankind will continue to haunt
Desire, Feelings and Emotion will necessarily flaunt

The irony may run deeper than we see
In this game of love, heart will definitely flee
Ensnared, one may feel entrapped in this plot
At last it’s just an encouraging thought!

I think I do understand, I know now
Why should we struggle to reason or ask how?
It wouldn’t matter, and to none it would pertain
Nothing stays same, and nothing is certain.

Hope Floats

2006-07-30T14:30:00.000-07:00

Take some rest here, you are tired
Escapades to the freedom of mind and heart
I walked, through the earth and gravity
Wearied was my soul as if mired

My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing
Long we have seen this, but for now
People losing faith and allegiance
Louder were those sounds of wailing

He would look at me and hope
Things would get right in order
For I will restore his glory and honor
I will make those melancholy eyes cope

There is a vision, but I cannot see it
It’s long since I had any hope
How can I rest in these hours lost
That hastens the pain of defeat every bit

Have you ever seen it, I asked
The bright eyes sparkling like spike of silver
Unrestrained when your soul takes a fly
When despair is taken away from morning breeze

Have you ever been called home?
By clear ringing sounds of trumpet
One day our paths shall lead us there
Desire and Hope shall float till that time.

Games People Play

2006-07-04T13:14:00.000-07:00

All these years I have been your friend
Trust me as you once did, let it go
Frailty was crippling those thoughts
Yet I stayed put all the time to bow

The Rules and Ruses of the Game
Silence of the lambs so bleak
Say nay what you mean
Never mean what you speak

Laughing and half-smirking you see
Shrugging shoulders spew indifference
Mocking, the snide sign of disdain
Raised brows question reverence

Hallelujah! Seeking glory ad infinitum
Whiling away those precious hours
Sharpening the fancied tools of power
Whilst they lie in their ivory tower

Serenity helped us remember
Who am I, for what do I see?
Giving up your nascent sanity
Full of pride, a conceited soul to be

They say it will work out fine
The game is still on and pieces moving
You may not be expected to play it
But you are required to consider it

There and Back Again

2006-06-13T15:05:00.000-07:00

All their life they would want, to live life of peace and grace
Listen to their single heart, even when all heads talk
Which is why made up in brains, what lacked in pedigree
Brilliant were the histrionics, perplexing if u agree
The perfect likeness of a brooding mind, magna cum laude
Doing exactly as trained, uttering the words fresh spooned
I bet they would recite hymn, loud and clear in tone
Biding time until windfall, moments of silence alone
Right family, right school, right way of thinking
There were lots of labels, the fetters of progression
They all found a way, adjusting the inner-self
Indeed saving the effort, on thinking for yourself
Adept in balancing obligations, one would often hear
Performing my duty, I reclaim my place in home
Can baste the chicken with one, with the other outline the paper
Bearing those fruits, that bitter sweetness will in time taper
Alas! I see them smiling, but are they happy?
Everything is not what it seems, prima facie
There and back again, it probably would vacillate fast
The desire to live for future; the wish to carry on with the past.

Wiseman’s Illation

2006-06-06T08:50:00.000-07:00

Ah! I think I have grown old sire
I know I don’t look it but I am beginning to feel
An old codger so full of memories
I couldn’t walk through that mire

Eternal glory, awaits you, the wise greybeard
Whilst you splay the mystery and the secrets
Dark and deep as they would be for
The events so unfortunate and so weird

Strange thing are to happen, master behold!
Difficult to believe this mere coincidence
To discover the true meaning behind these events
I would for the time being let them unfold

The moment ain’t close for time is yet to come
Keep an eye as often as you can spare
Not letting others know, anxious enough
No knowing what lies ahead for some

Be very wary my friend, if you may
Useful for wee bite stretched minds like mine
Curiosity not a sin, but exercise caution
You could just lose yourself along the way

Beyond Their Traditions

2006-05-08T12:22:00.000-07:00

I didn’t think it would end this way
It was a great ride to the doomsday
I had been here for sometime
Seen the walls and the customs worth a dime
Strong were those entrenched traditions
Driving them to the road to perdition
They could handle the communal dinner
Destroy their belief, you become a sinner
Adored standards, techniques, and even subject
Truth attempting change was met to object
They realized the roles they were born to fill
But in time forgot the essence of their will
I came here not to fit into reference
But wanted to make a difference
What would the future scholars see?
When they study all of me
I was ready to change myself
But to change for others, is to lie to yourself
I was no extraordinary man
Who live by example for a clan
Who would compel others to see
The world with new eyes and to be
The one who would find new walls to shatter
One who would give new ideas in the platter
They called me quitter for leaving
An aimless wanderer, who is deceiving
But not all who wander are aimless
Especially not the ones who seek truthfulness
Beyond those images and tradition
And beyond those texts and definition…

In Search Of Tranquility

2006-05-03T12:23:00.000-07:00

I have put this off for far too long
Coursing and meandering
Amidst perplexing disturbing thoughts
Killing the joy of the merry song

Strange were those times with dread
Feeble and thimble like, so lean
I felt thin, sort of stretched
Like butter scraped over too much bread

Chasing the moon at the twilight
Running in circles and tagging tails
I was following every dream
And every need with delight

Torpid and sluggish, my soul listless
The scorching summer eating flesh
I groped the sound of the west
In search of the paean of idleness

Hearing the song of joy, far from brutality
Take it easy it went, bright and breezy
I was flying through lazy summers
In the arduous search of tranquility.

Till I have My Ugliness

2006-04-15T12:57:00.000-07:00

A half clad-girl sat along the side
Ugly, unkempt and disheveled
She wouldn’t have known anything
Leave the beauty aside

Spell of the morning blush of the dawn
To the fragrance of the evening dusk
Her speckled skin spoke filth
And the ignorant skinny bones fawn

Despised and rejected she would have been
Lamenting her countenance in this age
Never would she think of love
For summers back home would be lean

Ironical, Incongruous is what I believe
When elegy turns into song of love
She sang through the merriment and gay
To fill heart of her love with relief

How do you find love with blemish?
Cos’ love was known for its beauty
Beauty in the eye of beholder, she replied
Love is what we nurture and cherish

The great distance is between us
For still I have my weakness
Desire gets you nowhere
The worst we have seen is us

For still I have my keenness
To love him just the way he is
To have him just the way I can
Till I have my ugliness
Till I have my ugliness…

The Mystery Mountain

2006-04-14T08:01:00.000-07:00

I have a great story that is less told
For not many know it, as its very old
It was one of those journeys to the hills
Where the farmer and the farrier tills
Most were too young to see winters
Or too old to have known the summers
The old priest would have known the land
He dwelled amidst those dusty sands
Blessing he was found that mountain so evil
None came alive from there for the belief of devil
But the time of misery was evident even at home
Failing were all prayers sung at the dome
She was the shield-maiden and treasured her realm
Wouldn’t let her people die or besmirch her diadem
The war was coming swiftly the priest knew well
Incoming he envisioned was the doom of hell
She walked unaided to the road less traveled
For her main weapon was the true love beveled
Went atop the evil mountain and found
The mist and the fumes of past no longer surround
Enlightened future lied at the abyss
She jumped to float into the time they miss
She wouldn’t die, neither would get hurt
Will continue to fall down the hill and blurt
The words of blessings of old priest so pure
She knew that her people would be safe in lure

Highway to Hell

2006-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:00

Driving along the road I sniffed
Smelling my chardonnay stung with bee
I was feeling fagged and miffed
Humans fought war through ages
Amidst the dust and smoke and sand
To the fill those tomes and pages
A gathered radiance with shining peace
All to view that avaricious soul
Agony filled their hearts each piece
The ancient scars will not be glorified
They lost their fragrance in time
Nor will I see those titanic tears dried
The pity of it will continue to sell
And their brood will live everlastingly
In this way, the highway to hell.

Ischaemic Hands

2006-01-10T12:27:00.000-08:00

Writing was never easy to come
Knocking my hemispheres there it was
Lurching around that broken plexus
It wouldn’t have stayed put
For my heart always is beating
Rehearsing those old learned chords
It definitely moved to different place
Where it could find solace
Time to think and mend the lines
Of those archaic ideas and thoughts
Gushing from the top, it soaked
My air sacs with tumult and roar
Odorous and filthy was the breath
Rummaging through those spaces
It ran down to the corpulent paunch
Where it guttered, and felt the hunger
The Desire to feed the flesh anew
Farting it came out of the bog
Rushing to the feet so pristine
It stayed and waited…
To seek respite from the task at hand
And soon realized that it overleaped hands
Alas! the writing was never easy
Especially when the hands go ischaemic.

Blessed Evil

2006-01-02T15:09:00.000-08:00

What pity brought her here?
Standing on this lifeless death row
Howling unrestrained of the left soul
She longed for that last breath
Pain, Sorrow, Misery she could master
But there’s now a departure that awaits her
Loneliness surrounds this hour
Hearing those bitter sounds of the darkness
She talks to the light of shadow
Now that the walls of her bower
Are seen closing in about her
Deserted and detested she walks
Hooded and cloaked amidst those nights
Disguised as the crone of the devilry
Sneaking and haunting through our time
Rumors of evil grew in with her
Whispers of the nameless fear
She couldn’t have carried this for long
She stayed with evil, belonged to bless
Wouldn’t have imagined this fate
Thinking of that good and green past
Dark have been her dreams of late
She strayed out of her thought
Lingered on with this cruelty and malice
Until all the world had changed and
Long years of her life were utterly spent
She would hate and love herself
Would never get rid of her deed
She did had a part to play for good or ill
Though the time for her was over
For now she must decide the indecisive
Either embrace the wickedness of this evil
Or embrace her own destruction!

Exam Psychology

2005-11-22T23:42:00.000-08:00

Ya I know it’s the exam time
For the goofing and gassing is on
The weird questions and the ironical answers
They surely aren’t worth a dime

It started with a number nagging
The objective function was high
And so were the mental constraints
Health stats were successfully flagging

Roughened by the restricted communication
And worsened by the unjust rambling
In this art of business conversation
There was no sign of negotiation

The mental ratios were proving unhealthy
Increasing anxiety, decreasing relief
Mind was totally hoping for some receipts
But the pricing too was stealthy

And then it was question of leaving a mark
Patience, Perseverance, Power and Potions
All four Ps were failing
The result should certainly be kept in dark

For a change the technology took a toll
Telepathy was not working
And the soft ware of the hard brain wearing
The mind machine was going loll

I know now it’s too tiring and bleak
For the human capital is already eroding
And with economics of behavior still left to test
But we all must gear for another nasty week.

The Shadow In The Dark

2005-11-01T00:53:00.000-08:00

The hour grew later than I thought
My only soul shuddered and crumbled under bed
The sounds of the wailing greyhounds were louder
The shadow lurking in dark was making me dead
I couldn’t yell for help or utter a shriek
My only voice was sounding dumb
I dreaded thinking about this spell
The whole body was soon growing numb
I jumped off guard and ran to the door
The ground was shaking with drums in the deep
They had taken the second hall
I couldn’t get out or take a leap
Concealed and disguised they were
Servile to the power of the one
I couldn’t have contended their will
For the evil ever heard none
I was defending myself with lore
Mustering the courage to change the course
I couldn’t stop it anymore
I knew they were coming…

Fool Of A Took

2005-10-22T11:07:00.000-07:00

Oh! It feels like a fool of a Took
Being beaten by a sharp hook
You wouldn’t stop laughing
The ridicule is indeed mocking
First the internet booms
And life is seen in doom

Frittering and chatting
He was happy brattling
But the timing was all wrong
Stuck by the pricking prong
Realizing the truth late in night
All could just smirk at his plight

And then came the summers
Sweltering and hot were his bummers
Supporting he was his crony
And caught thin, like a bony
Clueless he stood for his act
Looking for the eyes full of tact

So now his fool is evident
Defending all time, he is seen in torment
It’s not his fault I believe
For he is always there for a relief
So you may like him for his domain
Fool Yes!, but an honest fool he remains

CRAP FROM THE STREET

2005-10-06T10:00:00.000-07:00

I was born weird and silly
The very idea of my birth was a folly
No home, with no people to hang out
All I did on the roads was shout
Hey you fella I am talking to you
But none cared except few
At least you two would now know me
For I am good I swear to thee
Feels like I am flying in the air
That filth and smell is so fair
I can dance like a wind
And I talk from the hind
Must look at my bouncy walk
It has been long since I had a talk
Get off you stink, shrieked one
Filthy and crappy, be gone
I wailed and cried in mind
I said let me take you behind
Look at this cattle and sheep
Piling me up in heap
May be a flatulence tax is in need
And you must join them in deed
Protecting your ozone at my expense
The agenda doesn’t make sense
Farming the soil for the navy beans
And spewing those smokes from heavy machines
Please stop those screeching noises
Loosing you people are your poises
Abandon the flock and abolish the herd
Grinding these trees you are like a nerd
Do not kill those innocent beasts
The mankind mustn’t loose that sense at least
Preserve this air and this water
Death or life; better choose the latter
What to talk of your human swarm
The nature calls are set to alarm
Aghast the two were, hearing my story
Never imagined it to be so gory
My apologies for this nasty treat
I am just a crap from the street…

Pearls of Wisdom

2005-10-02T13:34:00.000-07:00

I know things change
Looking around and I feel
For now is not same as yore
How did we come to this?
Even the wisest cannot tell
For there are many things
That have not yet come to pass
I have seen morning glory
That passed like rain on the mountains
Like wind in the meadow
I witnessed those dark times
That talk to bitter watches of the night
Like the shadow of evil
Though never have I met
A morning pale spring
Still clinging to the winter’s chill
I have yet to see this
Adrift quickening breath
Still holding on to a slow death
Neither have I known
A man, immoral and turpitude
Still looking for a solace in bed
Nor have I witnessed
The cruelty and malice
Still working with a worthy soul
Life in this wilderness goes on
Much as it has this past age
Words of wisdom are scarce
Barely aware of thoughts restrained
What can be right and can’t be wrong?
Hard to tell, still I must say
I have walked this earth for many years
And now I have no time,
I have some things that I must see to.

Linger

2005-08-27T04:29:00.000-07:00

And here at last
On the shores of the sea
Comes the end of that past.

But the lady love cries loud
And the horn blowing hard in mind
Trembling her hearts pound.

Lost thee have thou strength
But glowing I see this hope
I say, “Nothing can last this length”.

The shadow has swayed, she howls
Victory is near in time
Mellowing the harsh growls

Losing thy are in both ways
For death is imminent for thou soul
The light of the life as now parts away

But thy shall not accept this
For thee must linger on
In darkness and in lonely bliss.

An ode to FMS :)

2005-08-13T14:33:00.000-07:00

A Great B School!
These are not my words
But of all herds
An eon of existence
A story of persistence
Marked by the red bricks
The shine on the board pricks
A small campus as it may seem
Enshrouds a behemoth community indeed
Life and soul of this is MSA
As revealed in all blood assays
Students are its shine
Who can easily be reached online
Faculty is its great asset
With the teaching preset
There are no limits to work
And no place lies in murk
Case studies, Seminars, presentations
Are no mere ostentations
And with parties galore
All facets of life here allure
What to talk of placements
They are sure part of merriments
CRAP tolls the bell
And all fall into spell
The school is diverse
And each society has vast verse
Finsoc is the school baron
Marksoc, the corporate charon
Parxis keeps the right axis
With E cell having great lexis
Syssoc never lets the system down
We now have Consulting Club protective gown
Marcus has its own niche
And NBG is no cliché
And please don’t forget the Convention
The school is harbinger in invention
The corporate awe this alma mater
And strong alumni is in the platter
The name is etched so high
Everyone wants a share of this pie
Conjuring I am, all you able bodies
To add to the glory and riches
For an everlasting and enduring progress
Of this great B School.

Time

2005-07-01T23:20:00.000-07:00

The time moves on
It never stops;
It brings forth a new moment
It takes away an old memory;
It prospers a new hope
But singes an old bond.

A harbinger of a new phase
Writer of an epilogue to the past;
Augurs gaiety for some
Heralds woe for others;
A fickle friend I may call it
But a stubborn soul it is.

Precious it is to a dying soldier
Nugatory for an immortal soul;
Treasured by the helping hands
Snubbed by the slothful minds;
A gem of a stone it may seem
But creates a mirage in scene.

Rider of our wild horses
Steward of our keep;
The time commands those young esurient hearts
Behold that covetousness, for you are destined to my will;
Master of our fortune you may think
But a stingy smell it emits.

The Wheel of the hour rolls on
Yet young perish and old linger;
How do you pick up threads of an old life?
How do you move on?
When you begin to understand
There is no going back.

She left me

2005-06-25T14:19:00.000-07:00

I think the time is gone
For the moment is forlorn
She was there some time before
But now I see nothing ashore
It’s like a long journey indeed
We were good friends in need
At times of conviviality
We were blowing horns of immortality
Seeking through the time of wisdom
We fought away all boredom
I saw myself giggling and laughing
And she looked at me begrudging
I knew she loved me
Cos it was in her mind too to be
A sweetheart, a darling
Aghast I was seeing her snarling
She said she can’t stay for long
As it is not just me to whom she belongs
She is so beautiful and sweet
Who would deny a blissful meet?
I said how about one last kiss
Something which I will forever miss
She laid her hands on my head
I was shrinking with cold spread
She touched my lips
It was like drinking ale in sips
I swooned and laid prostrate
I was like in heaven in mind state
The gray curtain of the journey rolled
And the silver drapes unfold
And I saw…white shores
The far green country with folklores
She was gone with the swift sunrise
And the death seemed pretty wise
Life left me………………
…………only to come back again.

It ends here

2005-06-15T06:42:00.000-07:00

i am not here to tell how it all began
but to tell u that how it is all ending
with all those strength i fall down
to touch the ground beneath my feet
with life now shattered and in vain
i can feel the real pain in my head
thinking of all those failures
and ironical things hounding me
it was like ten thousand spoons
when all u need is a knife
i am just 21 and a tyro still
but the fate has never been bright
i did all what i was told to
but things werent so stark
and i had been beating my brains out
trying to impress those powerul figures
to attain a status and a position
which was ironically affronting to think of
and then that idea of a tart
selling all the way for that apple pie
half eaten and half roasted
to smell so offensive and infected
that i sniffled my body all night
i could hear those cries of heart
all through those deluding nights
i want to shun away and run
but there is no escape from ones soul
that repentence those grudges
i had a heavy heart those times
as if i stood nowhere but was
running everywhere with empty hands
begging those full-bodied pesonalities
to make my soul complete and free
and its now too late to ask for
one day when i can be myself
but i holler till my belly ache
i am so young,
so young now
when tomorrow comes i can do it all again
all again?

MAGNITUDE OF MY DREAM

2005-06-12T07:46:00.000-07:00

I dream of a new world
A world which would happen one day
A world that might have been before
A new time of existence wherein
All the people share a common feeling
The feeling that brings them close
Where we are not torn apart
By those cruel forces of nature
Where we are bestowed upon
The jewels of love and care
Where the religion has only one form
The form that preaches the essence of being
Where the alma mater teaches
The quintessential art of building conscience
Where all people love to long
For the melody of the earth song
Where we all possess a sharp vision
The vision that peeps through our hearts
Where people yearn to speak a language
The language of their soul
Where people play pranks at themselves
To grow each day they laugh at self
Where the criticism is smothered
And taken over by words of praise
I dream of the time when
The days are longer than night
The nights even are studded with stars
When the stars shine with their own light
The light that is brightest of all
When nature is blended with pleasant smell
The smell that would merge into the soul
When the soul will be left pure
The purity that would question moon
I dream of the only day
The day when i see hunger all around
The hunger of love and affection
The day when we forget our animosity
And create newer firm bonds
The day when god comes down to earth
To bless the mankind and smile
I dream of such a dream and hope
That the dreams come true…

Religion of a Pagan

2005-06-02T02:49:00.000-07:00

In nothing do men more nearly approach gods than in doing good to their fellowmen - CICERO

My hands that help are holier than the lips that pray
I worship all time whether its sorrow or gay
My mind that serves is pure than heads that bow
I work all time as a person to grow

My world is temple and fellowmen the idols
I have a religion with no Quran or Bible
My love is the priest and the happiness the price paid
I colour their life, which was never fade

My religion is of the era when humans were born
I had sameness all around as we had nothing worn
My followers have same caste or creed
I never found the name in need

Myself is not a heretic but an agony aunt
I listen others and doesn’t flaunt
Cos I believe in the trinity
But can’t see gods in vicinity
So I had adopted this religion
Which is the religion of a pagan

Its only when I sleep

2005-06-02T02:43:00.000-07:00

My mind thinks about me
Thinks about myself being a writer
Who does nothing but writes
About things that are trivial and meaningless
That I am the queen of Hollywood
, The George of the jungle
Who rules and reigns
But still awaits the glory
But its only when I sleep
That I am the emperor of the time
Greeted by the kings and the lords
, The rulers of the ancient times
Who controls and reigns
But is insecure of his empire
But its only when I sleep
That I am the greatest lover
Acquainted by the Romeos and Juliets
, The narcissistic lovers and others
Who loves and reigns
But still winces in the pain
But its only when I sleep
That I am the Almighty

Narrow Road Ahead

2005-06-02T02:40:00.000-07:00

Beware the road ahead is narrow
Simulates the small marrow
Into which if one sees
Lies the heap of grieves
Cos all around I hear
Is insecurity and fear
Not because of condition being gloomy
But the society in anomie
The crime is on upsurge
And the days begin with dirge
Mornings are without sunshine
Night always whines
Cold war is still on
As ill effects impinge upon
The scene in front is obscure
And religion is hardly left pure
How can we trust others
When we are deceived by brothers
Now we need a saviour
Cos its wrong to go by behavior
In such a brouhaha
I am in search of tranquility
And to the best of our ability
We would walk through the narrow road
Cos this is the only way to our abode…