Saturday, April 25, 2009

lights on...

I am too sad that i cannot sleep...
The tears creep...
The silence in the air,
Gets me mad...

I want my childhood back,
I could sleep with all the lights still on,
there was always so much noise around,
Still i slept with a smile on...

butter...

So creamy on the bread,
Sitting pretty till the end...

Mamma's finger on my cheeks,
The way she smiles through the eyes...butter...

Granny's story in the bed...
The slippery sleep path, i slipped...butter...


Daddy's elephant back,
Princess of the kingdom and tea cups call...butter..

Sophie,dolphin,monkey,teddy, barbie, puppy,
Princess drinking tea along with them,
and eating bread...butter..

So creamy on the bread,
Sitting pretty till the end...butter...


Oh! now i can't...
I am so worried about fat...bitter...

inanity...(! ! !)

vanity-futility,
futility-absurdity,
absurdity-insanity,
insanity-inanity,
inanity-divinity,
divinity-infinity...

Guru Word-esh(St.wordish)

Hagged with a word wand,
With a smile he always charmed,
Inside a wolfy-grayhound,
Adding fodder to sheeps for food...

About the sheeps,
What to say!
They were always astonished,
Mouth opened,B-A-A-H baah...

Heaven St.wordesh reached,
Gave all he promised,The wool he shaved,and,
Left the world famous meadow world,
Sheeps meditated and transcended...B_A-A_H, BAAH...


Shunya the world,
Shunya the meadow.

Now its all,
Om-Shanthi-om...
Om-om-om...

group dynamics...

tranquility exists in equilibrium,
eternity lives on dynamic motion.

detached love,
hence,attached life.

i love all,its my ideal...
yes,bliss unveiled...

judging the facts,
ready for any surprise...

nothing is 'my thing',
neither the words nor rhymes...

no illusion,i am real...
feel me,i am real...

please hear,it's all our's...
pleas hear,it's not just us...

(inspired by roadies on mtv, and if i am on the show this is how i would be!)

it hurts

it hurts, i have to forget you...
it hurts, i forget you...

you

I loved you so much,that i would never forget you...
I love myself so much that,i will never forget you...
I had learned,when so much in love, that i will never again love you...
I love love so much that,i wan't it again,with someone not like you...

why i cannot be solo...

i cannot be without you,
i cannot be an one,without two...
if there were nothing, why is there a zero?
if there is no 'you' how is there an 'i' ?
if there is no 'all' how is there a 'alone'....

when i am happy how do i know?
when i know to whom do i share?
if no one to share what about i care?
where do i go, when there is no where?
in my womb what do i bear?
in pain i run around bare...

(inspired by a poem,which sings about a solo soul)

the differnce between the howls, megalomaniacs defence.

howling megalomdiye,
howling megalomaniae...

maaniye, ya na maaniye...


farak dhono mai ithna,
jithna..

nadhi ki magar,
aur fish andhar,samundhar...

kouaen ki tadpole mendak,
aur ugly chota bathak...

Garden Chameleon ka color,
jungle ka naachtha more...

dhoshi

Dhoshi...
Jhut ka khushi...

kyun ki,

Aasu- khamoshi,
nirdhoshi-doshi...

saazish- andheri,
sach- aadha puri...

isiliye,

Dhoshi-nirdhoshi,
Apaahish jaisi...

weak

i have been feeling from weeks,
liquid glass are my tears,
hot and burning my eyes,
it burns more when i cry,


hug me, don't scream,
i am sorry,
i only wanted peace,
love me don't scream...

am i wrong, i cried,
swimming agianst the tide,
it is not an easy ride,
on a piece of paper i write...

trust me,when i ask,
it's all about me,
i want to be happy,
and you beside me...


(inspired by a poem, in which the poet compares the act of writing to alchemy)

cornered, on ode to the clouds...

fluffy, fair,not so round,
sometimes smoked...

changing shapes,
you all never look the same...

secondary result,
of scorching heat...


hiding the blues,
when the wind blows...


when the wind blows more,
you all are cornered with a scare...


cornered once,
you all croon and cry...


you laugh with light,
and cool the site...


to you all,this is my ode,
please cry enough, not more...


don't flood, don't dry...
in you all many lives...

darling!i can't...

what is in those words?
i want to you to see how i feel,
it is about me,i cannot speak,
i cry in your vicinity...
they still have no affinity...



i cry,my tears burn,
it makes the nest warm,where i reside,
it's not about you,
it's my happiness when you are beside me...



i cannot be happy,
you are not beside me,
to cry so much is not a luxury,
come stand here, for a change,
change the flux,because change is the only eternity...



don't refuse to change,
don't break the promise again,
oh,the pleasureful pain,
it pleases,love is insane...


(inspired by a beautiful poem,in which, the lover asks his mate not to think about him,because she cries,he cannot be what she wants,because he is not that,talking about values of words, promises made but which cannot be kept, her tears, and the nest of her which she resides in,the nest is on a pink tree etc etc)

mirrors

they lie atleast once,
when their silver behinds,
are scratched and bruised,
what you see of you,
may not be entirely true...

look at what is behind...
there is more than what meets the eyes...
you can't see the world through a mirror,
eternity is evolving forever,
since ever,
Bother,bother...
can't you see the error...
they lie atleast once,
when their silver behinds,
are scratched and bruised,
what you see of you,
may not be entirely true...

look at what is behind...
there is more than what meets the eyes...
you can't see the world through a mirror,
can't you see yourself without a mirror?
can't you?
can't you see the error?

happiness's tears(the poem is inpired by a person, my friend)

the eyes' sea,
for once are,
swelling to surge,
for something worthwhile...
yes, for something worth it and worth my while...

i know about the pleasure in pains...
i know about the pleasure in pleasures,
but they are cracks and seizures,
momentary and dissapear.

but this is an avalanche,spreading...
it's of pain in pleasure...
the nut shell bleeds-
-Pain in pleasure,
i taste the eternal elixir,
with a flavor of zephyr...

his presence,
-Aaah! nothing better...

b(L)ack.

back to where i belong,
its dark and black,
the blindfolded walk,
but its not slack,
nothing does it lack,
back to black,
not hiding,just defending the attack...
within a rack,
on a rack,
not yet rack,
its all back,
back to walk,
bumpy track,
jumping jack,
all black.
all black.
all black.











back to where i belong,
its dark and black
- i have hit the most familiar zone, where i spend most my life,i dunno whetehr it is sadness or madness, i conveniently call it dark and black(metaphor not in negative sense,stating them as facts)
i am not hiding in the darkness may be it's my minds mechanism to find solitude, when i am attcked with some disturbance...

within a rack- within a frame,
on a rack- on a shelf,
not yet rack- still not charred to soot, though i call it black...

frame, rack, my status it all black...
i am walking here, the walk is'n very easy, the tracks are bumpy,
surprises jump periodically, to scare me and amuse me ,and often amaze me- jumping jack.


black- deep and all absorbing...
black-does not let go of anything, persists
black-not transparent....)

celebration!

my new hair cut,
styled short,to the front,
making me a narcissit,
Enhancing Paapa's gift-
the same eyes...
i feel like a princess,
i need more mirrors...


when i crop it left,
and comb them towards right,
i feel like paapa,with pride,
i had seen him do the same-
in my childhood time...
what an art,i had admired,
stroking myself my mane...


tiny things,make my day,
i feel happy,
i am living fine...
i have wings of hair,
to fly...

petty (coat)!

rivolous!they are frivolous!
dressed up like philosophers!

colors!changing colors!
genes of chameleons!

applause!can't stay without applause!
attention,very precious!

yes!to them, say yes!
else you are contemptous!

silk!coats of silk!
floss and gloss,nothing else to think!


elections!they are running for elections!
petty-coated pongy politicians!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

sheeps.

answers unheard,
questions bald,
etiquette bland,
secrets untold...

silence is gold,
so they we are all sold....
sold for gold...
not bold...
sheep fold,
sold!

the world is round,
running around, round and round...
not a single sound,
not a single one is sound...

silence is gold,
so they we are all sold....
sold for gold...
not bold...
sheep fold,
sold!

Whore.

man about town,
mamba in the zone,

watched her contour,
arousal gluttoned like a boar,

horned to gore,
knocked her door,

spooned full-spoon,
made her a goon,

took her on a ride,
on his limousine,

pimped a honeymoon,
and was gone,soon...

He was the whore,
splurged money and
poison,
on tour...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

WHY?


Its all mysterious indeed
I see more misery,
In reality,
The air suffocates and asks me to feel…
Yes,when i want to feel alive,I read…

why?
why should i read,
the wind,the rain,
The lightning and the thunder,
when they begin...
the sky,the clouds
the sunshine,hill tops,
How the birds fly…
And the abyss they can never reach…
The sea,the ocean,
And the rivers and ponds within…
And how the fishes swim..
The moon,the stars,the whole galaxy,
Everything in their place,and moving the light’s pace...
The universe and in it me...
Does it make any sense,
when,i don't know,
why i live?

Its all mysterious indeed
I see more misery,
In reality,
The air suffocates and asks me to feel…
Yes when i want to feel alive,I read…

why?
why should i read,
the wind,the rain,
The lightning and the thunder,
when they begin...
the sky,the clouds
the sunshine,hill tops,
How the birds fly…
And the abyss they can never reach…
The sea,the ocean,
And the rivers and ponds within…
And how the fishes swim..
The moon,the stars,the whole galaxy,
Everything in their place,and moving the light’s pace...
The universe and in it me,
Does it make any sense,
when,i don't know,
why i live?

3 little worms...


Down in the valley,
on the carved rocks,
Three little worms,
Read the hieroglyphs,
Of crypts...

Through the meadows,
Towards the hill,
Three little seeds,
Sprout flowers to see,
The life's mystery...

The crypts had carved,
The keys to the answer,
They knew the seeds,
Shall flower,Shall prosper,
For they are seekers and helpers...

Three little worms,named,
Lust,money and power,
Got jealous of the flowers,
They ended the read,
In haste,before it was over...

Three little seeds,named,
Justice,loyalty and freedom
Flowered all colors of the truth...
They all lived in peace,
And in smiles and glee...

Lust,money and power,
Started feeding over and over,
On jealousy, and they grew,
To the size of a monster,
They all looked like the old monster-'unfair'...

Monsters crawled towards the flowers,
They sucked all the flowers' colors...
The pale flowers knew what was true,
They persisted since then ever...
Though they always looked like peace-'fair and forever'...


Monsters still persist,
Camaflouged in all colors,
But the heart of truth was still red,
The light of peace was still white,
Though the confusion was at its pink...

Three little worms,exist...
And its true...
All they had to know,
Was to finish the read,
To know perseverance can prosper...

Monday, April 20, 2009

Hanging in the air...


The picture on the ripples,
Across the river,
Letting water flow,
in a stream, below...


The words were hanging in the air,
like they were dead,
Waiting for somethig,
To move them along...


It rained,pouring rain,
dissolved in air,
and took the words,
On a jollly ride,without any fare...


The words reached the image,
It danced more on the ripples,
The stream flowed faster under,
The words gained a life...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Glass heart...



I am heart of glass,
Broken,into pieces,
But every piece,is-
Heart nevertheless...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...

But,

Never forget,never unlearn,
to melt me and cool me,
Every now and then,
I need to evolve,again and again,
From pieces to master-pieces,
Whole my life,again and again,
Every time to a unique,sublime creation...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...


let your light fall on,
see the reflection and refraction
i am no illusion
see through me,i am of glass
But, never turn me into gas...

If you are hot enough,
Come melt me now,
if you are cool enough,
Mould me,i'll take a beautiful shape...

I am heart of glass,
Broken,into pieces,
But every piece,is-
Heart nevertheless...

Operation God.


The almighty,
Had a surgery,

The almighty had a surgery...
From his mind he removed me...

I was the ugly,sick,causing rancour,
i was the hate-heart cancer...

Spreading so fast to cause damage and danger...
Hate deserved his answer and had to seize to blunder...

Hence the almighty,
had a surgery.

All can write...


All can write,
Because it's all about our mind,
What we saw, we heard, we imagine...
How the conflicting emotions fight...
Why behind the why when we ask why...
The words we have and their meaningful depth,
The words we don't have and their nearest friends,
And how we use,the way we decide,
What all we righteously hide,
How all the truth gets revealed,
Why all the words are differently lined...
Our attention to a matter and the fact behind,
The phenomena and with them our obedient pact.
The noumena and with them our logic derived

To my dear friend...



What was wrong?
Why was i not taken along?


I want to know why,
I will try...

Feels like i am in the fry,
Come back,Together, lets again Fly...

Give me a chance,may be a last chance...
For my drawbacks i have acceptance,

There could be a scope for improvement,
But i hope you know it needs your involvement.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Master?


Destiny for every word,
Don’t know whether it is my idea,
Or of some one else…

It should not make any difference,
When I make it a point to enjoy the exuberance,
But the anguish part hurts.

Anguish part is this,
To sing at a picture,
Is not the same as,
Singing to create a picture…

---------------------------NOT THE END----------------------------

Read the above twice,
And don’t forget,
Read between the lines.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Colored morning through my night.


Provoked to be happy and nice,
I want to share what i rhymed...
How I made 3 hours fly,
On a day not in the same file…

Earlier that night,
I picked up a pen and sat on the bed,
I was either waiting for death,
Or something to make happen my life…
I slept to wake up,
With thoughts more,
To kill time.

I was standing in the city zoo,
Sipping hot coffee but looking gloom,
I knew i was feeling sorry for the captivated crew...
I was drenching with sweat like i had flu!

It was just a dream,
It was'n true,
I was in my room,
I looked all around at walls like a fool,
I wash my face, With summer water not so cool.


Like a zombie i pushed along,
To meet my friend- the darling lipstick-red,
Colored my lips, lined my eyes,
And i smudged it to hazy, from the black line fine...
I was sure i was pretty for the date this time...

I stood at the window, with myself stoned,
Like a devil of the angel dead,
I was waiting for the sun drowned,
From the time it was dark, he was not found,
But we had the time fixed,
Through the signals of my eyelid,styled…

The balcony’s balustrade,
Had cast shoadow lines,
In psychedelic patterns,
For the neighbour’s wall,
But the picture had to move out,
Though the street lights were on…

The raven sky,
Changed its color ,
To dissolve the shiny dots,
To let the same color’s,
Cuckoo cry…
The contrast’s began to bloom,
I saw the music fly,
The tiny birds swam in blue,
The green leaves, with colored flowers,
The grass with dew,
And the paper boy flew today’s news…

My eyes had an orgasm,
In the spring-summer time,
My orange babe slowly turned more hot and white,
And flew up the sky,
With a bye,
And filled me with more light…

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The walk.


On the plane, the line in sleep,
Behind is an abyss deep,
Where pests from the past want to climb and creep,
From the line, there is surge of dreams gushing ahead for peace…
Not knowing whether to drown the creeps in to steep…
On start point one, Standing on the line,
The gush makea me want to take a walk,
Thin line easy to break,
When I tread, many things at stake,
Not to break, I stay awake…

The walk on the line is the reality,
I look left, there is past absurdity,
Behind the absurdity, some felicity…
Some felicity because of silly vanity,vanity-infinity...
Some felicity wanting help, indicating virtuosity…


I look down, virtuosity in abysmal drown,
I look above, the surges are curving above the line towards there to dream on,
Into the infinite plane, but only at the ends far from start point one…
The infinite plane, unseen but on its path everything sane,
I begin to walk from point one for my immaculate sane gain…

The line fragile, I can’t run,
Perseverance is the only fun,
Patience is the only reaction,
Energy used and I reach end point one…
Looking right, climbing curve from then on…

As I gaze right, all the spheres of life come around,
They propose, contemplate, investigate and surround…
Was it cut with the plane dreams surged-
Perpendicular or parallel and right angled?
Perpendicular or parallel and not right angled?


Mirrors in the hand,
Indicate the other-way round…
Does it show the end point second?
It is for me to look at it right eyed,
And the nature of the curve I should find,
The bend to tread,on the fine thread,
By patiently climbing ahead…

Friday, April 10, 2009

All of 3...

Me,love,people.
A game of all 3.
A race within.
Hate nothing.


Let the game start...
can love start without people?
can i start without love?
should people care not to start without me?

There was a race under current,
Can there be care without love?
can i race without care?
should people race to care not to love me?

There was hate which drove the race,
Can there be love without hate?
Can i love against hate?
Can i drive the people from hate without love?

Still the game was played,
Can there be love without hope?
Can there be hope without people?
Can i play with hope for people with love?

Can i know the answers without the game fair?
Can i believe triumph with the disbelief gusher ore?
Can i find the truth nugget?
Without any resent?


I decided to hit...
I hit the shot best,
And left the rest,
Carried on with a zest.

too many inside...

Too many inside, many inside.
Loss in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Paint applied to hide…
Loss comes out as tears which pierce,
And paint is washed off for a hell-hole ride!

Too many inside, many inside,
Pride in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Tears running down to hide…
Pride comes out to close the ride,
To let not the tears fall, she keeps the eye wide…


Too many inside, many inside.
Anger in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Eye wide open to hide…
Anger reaches the high,rushes into the eye,
She turns it into red red eye-not fine…

Too many inside,many inside,
Dream in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Angry dangerous red eye- to hide…
Dreams comes onto the red eye point not fine,
She keeps the tired eye awake,worried whole night…


Too many inside,many inside,
Courage in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Worried dream to hide…
In the dream there is silver lined hope, hope lined courage,
Courage soothes the worries,dreams the sleepy eye…

Too many inside, many inside,
All of them in colored sleep…
They can’t rush on the face,
Colors fly high…
Sleepy is not the courage,
So in the dream, she still flies high…