A sudden dark invasion
Of lies
Reflected unto
A reminiscent line of blood.
The mistakes
Too far to be redeemed
A bereft heart cries
Amidst the snarls of distrust.
The pain that was sought
Now bewailing in the prime
In a shrunken moment
All diminished to a paradigm fall
The tale now speaks
Of a fallen warrior
Whose love was doomed
Into an ephemeral apocalypse
Soaked in graven mournings
He lies, with blood on his hand
And the blood reminisce
Of love eternal
At last the time as come, when I shall keep quite..
in this mire of nothingness , i shalt dissolve .
I wished I had little time to myself.
but I cant be too fair to myself.
My pen will lie rusted, withered in the silhouttes of sanity
For on this day I have no words to write.
nowhere to look to
no one to seek love from.
like an extinguished flame I will vanish
in this rain of overflowing emotions.
Thank you my beloved friends to stay with me …
especially Bali, Jerrin, Yashika and sonika.
But,
Alas ! its the time to go …..
farewell.
In race of life
Against the illusionary world
I feel dull
I fell low
I feel frustrated
Its just overshow !!
I feel as if everyone is moving forward
BUT I am lef behind
All have developed an avaricious feeling
And noone is any more kind…
The feeling of competition assaults my mind
I see myself nowhere
I know i m lacking behind
The abominable feelings overshadows my soul
The strands of fear traps me ..
Its just failure that i see
I want to run away
I want to hide
I know i cant do it
this is not my side
Now my brain cannot mend
Now nothing can be done
final decision is to give up
There is no use to pretend
Now the only way to finish my fear
Is to finish myself
To forget my aim
To kill my dreams
To ruin myself
And silent my dreams………..
( This poem was not written to be put on this blog…. I just wrote it for my friend Yashi as it was her birthday and I had nothing to give her …. but just wat I have )
I stand with an upturned lip
I stare at my slanting feet
I thought I’ll give you the best gift
Alas! I feel lost in the mist
Of broken smiles and powdered faces
Of compressed sighs and shackled graces
And a tear trickles down my glazed eyes
Leaving a trail of charred cries
It lurks in a corner
I wait to take it back with me
It’s invisible among tinsel wrappers
And glitter of fashionable philosophy
I had thought I’ll give you the best gift
But then the child in me is cruel indeed
No one told me what you like
Honestly I did not care inside
I painted a face
As I see yours in an embrace
Marveling at its accuracy
I completely forgot its utility
Now I feel ashamed
Something in me has been unwillingly framed
If only I had thought
What would appeal and what not
My gift would have starred
This movie starring labels of all sorts
But does it count?
What matters? My reality or your frown
I only wanted to give you the best gift
Now I take it back, away from such intricacies
I’ll tell you a secret,
The bud in the bud,
The flame in the flame,
The pure in the purity,
I carry your heart,
I carry it in mine,
I never wanted to be redeemed from your embrace,
Never wanted to harm you, instead harm myself,
Never challenged the intensity of your emotion, instead found myself powerless,
Never attempted to overcome the spell you cast on me,
My shadow weak, spirit is feeble, the soul out of control,
I hear the echo of the last words you said, as my essence cries for deliverance,
I cannot make your troubles sublime,
I cannot make your wishes come true,
I can attempt to make you stronger,
At the cost of this weak shadow,
Of this feeble spirit.
Of the unrestrained soul.
I can tell you that I am the flower, I am the candle, I am the untainted,
And you my dear are the bud, the flame and the pure.
The perception of your illusion makes me delusional and surreal
Pensive I am through the night, and bizarre by day.
I wait patiently.
In the grooves of my mind, I walk through the palatial halls of your heart,
Trapped and ensnared in this hollowness.
For all of time.
I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart.
Yeah, thats what people like me have been asking .I am talking about the hatch-patch going on in the world . For example, a Gandhian protesting against ‘Khadi Gramodyog Shops’ for selling sex realted products , Vatican calling Harry a wrong kind of hero and a muslim worker in a retail shop refusing to touch Bible. You need to think about the first two instances , I agree. But what about the last one ? I mean whats wrong in touching a book of another religion. If you dont know about this instance , let me brief it to you . A costumer at Leadley high street retail shop , Marks Spencer , was humiliated ehile paying off for The First Bible Storiesfor her young grandson. She said the women behind the till refused to touch the book once she realised what it was and made a reference to a fellow worker about something being “unclean”.
- Now what do you think of this pig of attitude ?? Well , I say childish. Idiotic. Why cant you touch a Bible even if you are a muslim?
- Now that was an individual and immature thinking . But what about an organisation saying something that even a child considers to be immature?According to Vatican , the fictitious ‘Harry Potter’ is a wrong kind of hero who poses a danger to children across the world . I agree to the point made by the reporter of PII. She says ” The boy is orphaned when he’s a year old. He grows up with people who hate him. A psychotic but powerful man is out to kill him . And yet the boy choses good over evil . Always. What else do they seek in a right sort of hero?”
- Another instance is related Gandhian fundamentalism. Its not that Gandhian fundamentalism is criticised here , but the followers . There is this Khadi Gramodyog [ Khadi- a fabric, Gram-village, udyog- industry]shop selling a herbal sex tonic. And there is this Gandhian who sat on a dharna because he thinks this is an insult of Mahatma.How childish one could get? Who said Mahata Gandhi was againsta sex? He himself had children . He was against violence.He was against injustice. Whenever there is a news on violence taking place across the country, we see no Gandhian protesting and asking for justice. It seems that theyhave plenty of time to spare but do not want to employ to some reasonable cause. I once more agree to the writer of this article in a news paper, Mr Kay Rahgaed, who says ” In an age when poisons in form of cigarates , tobacco , liqour are selling in every corner of the street , a herbal sexual enhancer at Kadi shops shouldnt pinch Gandhians. Gandhi wouldnt have minded.” I agree. Do you??
-I only have one thing to say,” Start using your brain instead of ears and eyes to follow others . Ask questions , dont just listen to every dork . You are grown ups now.”
