Words and Reveries...

Behold!

2013-06-06T20:34:00.000+05:30

No better than normalcy,

That we believe in

Is her Beauty

Shielded by people, blind,

Keeping it full and alive,

She flows like rivulets unknown,

Unseen forever in the explorer’s eyes,

For those who have seen, suffer of beauty,

For beauty is so naive,

Craving belittles every soul,

Yet craving I cannot hide,

However, not to love, for soon enough,

Dissolved in nature, Nature’s bride,

She seeps through the streets

Into the darkness tunnels of infinite,

Layers of slush cyclone

Into the vacant tombs of what we were,

She is the life blood of precious angels,

Small yet stunning, banal yet serenely seduced by her happiness,

Softest eyes, tiny fingers and a rush of jovial small breaths,

Presence as fleeting as humming bird’s flight,

Cradles my myths,

Drowns me within my weeping heart,

For all things loved and never found,

Never touched and never bound,

Proximity is the only distance,

That screams with a million dreams,

That never was and never will be,

And I want her in moments of insanity,

Together in deepest and most fulfilling days

Words bracketed by thoughtfulness.

Spirit of Flight (no ownership rights)

And then it rains

She will rain… again,

I will try to feel her pain… again,

As we move on…

A ray of light

2011-12-31T23:28:00.000+05:30

Far off and distant, tired to see,

The person craved just like me,

Prayed and preyed in the deepest ways,

To get over his hollow days,

The balance had ruptured,

Chaos grumbling,

What would he even gain...

To fathom the roots of his diseased pain,

ray of light by demonflame

Wonder without a heart,

What you see

The world straying in disbelief,

Of the mumbled words that went unheard,

Love was a ray of light

And the angel he saw,

Was busy making love to the sunshine,

He was left out or was he chosen?

The picture of emptiness,

Drawn and washed away,

Yet somehow, the dried scars

Seem to find a way,

And the colour of laughter was red,

Everything else black!

Broken by the plague of indifference,

Caused by knowledge reluctantly seeping in,

Can you listen to the choices made that

Bleed tears in silent darkness,

Searching for care in care alone,

As reality tries to slap him out of it.

Things could have been better,

If someone just gave it a try,

But

Now the day was over,

... The sun will rise again in all its grandeur,

Yet ... nothing had changed...

Rhetoric and Rhapsody

2011-10-29T13:37:00.003+05:30

There floats a light in the sky,

You choose to look away,

Questions reply questions,

When you have nothing to say,

Mercurial... not anymore

Nature to let you live

Why don’t you?

Wishes have passed you by

Time closing in... to know why,

Screaming in Silence

The more I wait

The better you become,

You fly up the ladder

As I come down

Thought someone was watching me

Constant peril is a blessing

Until it makes everything numb

In my rhetoric and rhapsody,

My peace pleads victory

In an ominous cure of

A heart dying to die...

The superpower of loving the unknown,

Waiting for it... a ploy of weakness,

As the love grows weird and powerful

That reality transforms to an obsession

... Yet to be attained,

Burnt and washed,

Together we’ll be too late,

For we’re meant to reach the same place,

In a different time,

A lifetime of coincidences,

Separates,

What was supposed to be,

The biggest coincidence between you and me...

...as we move on...

Red and Blue

2011-10-23T12:58:00.002+05:30

Alone

Lying on the floor,

At the edge of eternity,

Someone calls my name,

I let it ooze out today,

Never tried to resist,

Cheeks pale, lips have turned blue,

Didn’t want to hurt you anymore,

I suffer from faustian pain,

In a pool of conscience

That feels like blood,

The sky painted red today,

It rained without you,

As my face reflects on the cold waters of the street,

Couldn’t have grown old enough,

To not to love you anymore,

In turbulence of thoughts,

Someone painted my eyes red,

In the sky, on the floor,

I must have been here before,

And the window,

In this dark room

Shows breezing images,

Of the years gone by...

Spectrum

2011-10-15T12:18:00.001+05:30

A thousand bubbles with my face

Painted in three colours

Black and white

I stare endlessly

Graze on green

Running around on the computer screen

Upside down... inside out

The crack on the wall grows

Wires... tangled wires...

All zeros on the watch

An ill cry of please

Shaved inner peace

The constant hum in the ears

Growing louder... filling my head

Heart beats forgotten

Blinking fireflies

No ammo... no ammo...

Coughing blood

Incinerated

I stand

In Power

Smiling in my climax...

In her ways II

2011-09-10T12:42:00.000+05:30

Adorn with human skin,

An angel,

Hair in black and brown hues,

Flowing like waves, singing in the wind,

Smooth yet piercing, carved Arabian eyes,

Reflecting darkness of the midnight sky,

Masterful, bold strokes create her face

Of divinity softly smiling in grace...

I’ve thinking about your thoughts all day,

Over a smoke that seems to fade away,

My mind strangled in silence,

Chokes my throat until there’s nothing to say,

Even when you sleep,

When you breathe,

The world seems beautiful,

If you were only born to someone else,

We wouldn’t be swimming in the dark,

Trapped in a riddle,

Perfection dissolved enough happiness already,

May be now or a few moments ago,

I fell in love with you,

I wish that you would take that love

And burn it away...

Poetic fantasy

2011-07-27T20:35:00.002+05:30

Swallowing my expressions,

Told me to run away,

Into the red and blue

Under the sky... a holiday,

Got someone who makes me smile,

I wish he never try again,

Got someone who makes me smile,

I wish he’d never die again,

Soon I came across a life,

A little bit more emptiness,

Put a smile on its face,

And spelled it like happiness...

Different names on the walls,

None that I know of much,

I know how you write your lines,

And I scream out in pain...

Life wears a mask of reality,

Where poetic fantasies are craftily portrayed,

I know how you read my lines...

And I scream out in pain...

Masochist.

2011-07-21T20:15:00.001+05:30

In Sight of Apocalypse, from devianart

My skin feels

Like a beaten terrain

Where once sunlight

Smiled and played,

Disrespect and disconnect

...is all I get to be this way,

The show’s empty, my pockets full,

And they said life was beautiful,

Beat me, haunt me, cheat me bad,

Break me, take me, make me mad,

Caress me in between,

Let me forget what you really mean...

The moment wishes pass you by,

Grin at the tease never asking why,

for all the things wrong are unique,

rest, illusions of a greater leap,

Come on! Strike me hard,

On the dust I lay worlds apart,

Isn’t it what you want from me?

Come on my sadist,

Make love to me...

Melting away...

2011-07-11T21:39:00.002+05:30

Forbidden to change,

Do dreams conflict in violence?

The smell of smoke,

Makes inroads to the place,

The last cigarette,

Touched by your lips,

Burns away...

Like delving to the end,

The horizon of thoughts,

Nothing’s there,

In your breath,

I’m inside you,

All that I want,

Is for you to be inside... of me,

Can’t I keep this one thing?

Forever

And sway in its tunes,

There’s no use

Of the moon

In the day

And so,

The saxophone,

Listens to my heart

Melting away...

Getting Old...

2011-07-09T21:13:00.001+05:30

On the Threshold of Eternity, Vincent Van Gogh

Getting old with time,

In words and mysteries,

How it started, seemed all fine,

All inside pages of history,

Gulping down the bad taste,

The sewers filling up,

Embroidery of emotions,

In your face, seemingly numb,

And the nudity in your eyes,

Flattery of your voice,

Rolls down to the phase,

When you are the choice,

Dreams in violence,

Cries in the night,

Beckons your mind,

Swimming in drugged delight,

Stories of that spark,

Still haunts your mind,

So much went by,

And you’re not of that kind,

The perfect life,

Desiccated in a timeline,

Trying to slip back all the while,

Only forward shall you grind,

Old,

You’re getting old,

Nobody has seen,

The way it was told,

Cold,

It’s so cold,

Everybody’s frozen and still,

Yet you’re getting old...

God of lesser mortals...

2011-05-21T23:16:00.000+05:30

Dancing winds and rain in the terrace,

Old to my apartment, new to my grace,

Saw the day I lived forever,

When I saw... saw your face,

An eye out for everything,

As morning and evenings passed by,

I saw them ... the shadows,

Saw them... how hard they try....


Emotions by Tamilia

An old town for written embraces,

New faces with astral scars,

All seem to sin for ages,

In a coupe where it embarks,

The past is weaving,

The fabric of things gone wrong,

And songs of time are waiting,

For someone... someone strong,

You’ve created this niche for me,

This ocean where we can swim,

The tides and waves you’ve set free,

Never made our chances slim,

The God of lesser mortals in denial,

Heroes bask in a darker glory,

Thoughts that put faith on trial,

... And all that is said... is half the story...

Bhabnar bilasita thakuk bhabnatei,

Alo-adhar e mishe geche jibon,

Pashe ache sobai tao keu nei...

(Let the luxury of thoughts stay in itself... life is smudged in darkness and light... everyone’s by your side yet no one’s visible...)

Impuritus.

2011-05-10T08:54:00.000+05:30

Coal Barges in Arles, Vincent Van Gogh.

Pour me out

In a cup of doubt,

Because tomorrow’s here

And it feels just like today,

All the hypnotic themes,

Woven into fabrics,

That veil the carcass

Of my soul... it feels no more.

What it does

Is ruled out by all

... fair means,

The space of separation

Is the only thing

That grossly connects life

And the fraternity of time in between,

To fake to be unmoved,

Is an illusion to die for.

What the weak would have contrived,

For there is no such thing as fate,

As Fate would have loved to say,

But temporary deaths are shaken by

The fables that terracotta Gods tell,

So pour my thoughts

In a heap of waste

For tomorrow came so often

That I don’t even feel being here today...

Tania.

2011-05-01T23:23:00.000+05:30

Tania,

There’s a storm raging outside,

I’m scared, grandma’s weak,

And there’s no place to hide,

The man in the hood,

Promised you’d be alright,

Dreams violated by needs,

Took it in your stride,

Through the windows of the asthmatic apartment,

Searching for yourself in the dark streets of Moldova,

And bleeding for the unborn, unknown and unwilling,

This isn’t home...

Tania,

I’m sick,

Roses smell like weeds,

The tree you planted in the backyard,

Lightning split it in half,

Why you cut your hair?

Why those eyes, which were so reassuring,

Lay out a tired stare?

Those fairytales weren’t lies I know,

I’ve dreams of you in a better land,

Slipping away in shifting images,

Just like in that small mirror in your hand,

Tania,

He cut me up once,

Now he says to buy a coffin,

And I am ever so glad,

Don’t go back there, don’t look so sad,

Its better this way, this wasn’t your way,

I’m free; I hope you escape your past,

For I know now...

Some stories don’t have happy endings,

Some stories... don’t even last...

Light of the Moon...

2011-04-26T10:35:00.004+05:30

In the light of the moon,

A smoke in my hand,

Dark figures sway in tune,

Play in bliss in their land,

The flow of thoughts bombards my nerves,

Which are ready to blow town,

Takes away more than it serves,

Nothing could sew the threads of my sacrificial gown,

A lungful of sorrow precedes the poison,

Hard to discover when the power’s too close,

Once more to treason, all for no reason,

Is what I drift in, was what they chose,

Murky lives and sinful strifes,

Daunts and preys upon our lives,

Too keen on watching the scene of fate,

Seems to play with good and evil in a higher state,

Since the rise, I’ve been torn apart,

In the valley of shadows, they’ll roam,

The target’s all still, who throws the dart,

Because the hero suffers from Mitty syndrome,

Here and there, pieces of a grand puzzle,

That makes up my universe,

In the softness of a slight drizzle,

That rhymes in time’s every verse,

And the light in my hand,

The smoke hiding the moon,

Sway to the music from a foreign land,

As I lose myself at the shores of its tune...

Clarity.

2011-04-23T00:14:00.002+05:30


Somewhere, someday when we find clarity... the world would be different.

The early morning wake up call,

Led into the sun,

Burnt and bruised I fall,

To take it down to the place where I began,

And this fear crawls underneath the skin,

Defending all the wrong reasons,

Sedating thoughts of sin,

In colours wild and in changing seasons,

You can go on to have your life,

Sealed and pasted on a golden name-plate,

While let the breeze in strife,

To erode me away, to kiss my fate,

I’ll be here lurking around,

To have found the perfect taste,

Thinking of all the tears you’ve saved,

Searching for the treasure chest,

To feel sense in some time,

Clarity is the worst fear,

Only to fall back again... to relapse inside,

To find no one left to share,

May be I am the evil,

To pretend your way is right,

While I should have...

But you’d never agree.

See me at the crossroads,

I’m laughing my way through,

Still laughing,

Laughing away....

Nothing more...

2011-04-23T00:12:00.003+05:30

So this is what I’ve come to be,

Silver thorns and rugged dreams,

You’ve taken more than I can give,

Reason torn to make believe,

The cup of bland bloody tea at a generous morning,

The occasional smoke

Leaves a bad taste in

The distance that separates my dreams,

Little things that never mattered,

Creep up into life,

Where living in the shadows

Was never an option

The choice we have

Is a lie

That needs to grow

Until they read at your last rites,

Searching for that perfect camouflage,

Staring big in your face,

Company and the noise

Only made matters worse,

Sacrificed so much to see,

The difference in between

A soaring kite and a flying bird,

So I wished for a lot of things,

Someone else’s wish came true,

And I was happy,

For there was nothing more to do...

In her ways...

2011-03-31T00:15:00.000+05:30

It was her,

That I gazed upon,

In a ill-purple saree,

Neatly fit to perfection,

Locks swayed by the occasional breeze,

In a golden dash of sunlight did I let her freeze,

A pot of clay tugged along,

To the river nearby flowing strong,

And there was life in her eyes,

An angel’s dream,

Caressed by the elements,

Flutter of thoughts in utter contrast,

The bamboo forest shelters

Her solace so agile,

For no trip even betters,

Something away from home... for a few miles,

She glides over the fences,

Dried clothes and usual chores,

In reality and pretenses,

Way better than a dusty rose,

So much to see, so much to believe,

More to try than to achieve,

Bundled at the shore, in silicon dust,

That adheres to her face in innocence and trust,

As the dusk comes calling by,

The pot full of water and her face...

... Washed carefully as crickets chant,

And the cymbals prayed,

To a reluctant glance,

At the sunset over the charming water,

She leaves me in a trance,

For her little quarter,

Alone am I insinuating through,

So full is she without a clue,

Such a serene face, such is Almighty’s grace,

Stay shall I without ... in this place,

Until the day is over and out,

The birth of you in my clouds,

In worlds all still, I’ll seek the right tense,

In which you’ll flow in my presence...

A Sudden Trip

2011-03-31T00:10:00.000+05:30

Rusty old afternoon,

Sun seemed to sigh,

At the beggars who were busy singing,

For lion heads, just another try,

Somewhere in between,

dark clouds took the stage,

scenes like pre–apocalypse,

lisping lullabies giving way to a darker night,

the mind wonders, the rapturous thunder

and temperature reversals gives wings,

the elevation out of reality into the divine,

wish I could trap and mummify in my mind,

but this elation,

a sudden trip at best,

born out of ancestral tendencies,

or just dismissed as a hormonal thing,

Or,

May be sometimes,

We should feel to see,

That nature manifests and celebrates itself,

Through you and me...

Wayward High.

2011-01-26T21:16:00.000+05:30

The dark prince of wayward high,

Sinful silence tries to deny,

The world slips through his hand,

Reduced to sell in a newspaper stand,

As he tries to hold the world in his palms,

Knows its to be sold when the time comes,

Knows stories from these pages of time,

From here, sanity is a long climb,

The secrets of royalty,

Trade and taxes ... the swirls of frugality,

Enlightens and awakes the gentry from one-eyed rest,

But a fallen angel he can be called at best,

The ink inspires his dreams once a while,

In a torn and forlorn world, judgement is the thing to trial,

His lack not felt but his presence cant be undone,

Oh some live, some die all under the same Sun,

The knowledge transcends him to the next level,

But knowledge, like the rest, is a lawyer’s haggle,

And all this anguish portrayed through hilarity,

The headlines belong to things that are pretty,

We all know the rawness of life will soon indulge in a spree,

Races will still start at the count of three,

Black and white will get smudged and grey as they cry,

How much the world costs? ... Ask the dark prince of wayward high...

Kraken and Mermaid.

2011-01-21T09:00:00.000+05:30

Eyes beneath the tissue of darkness enthroned,

Neither the sun nor the moon but black waters moaned,

Extraneous desires of fortuitous events galore,

Fluorescent monsters and blueberry quarters in a murky furore,

Beds of sand and tentacles of blithe falls for fool’s gold,

Intemperance of temptation in tears, terribly cold,

Matters of rise, of lavish size, and insanity is the prize,

Cultured probity in the hands of the merciless cries,

Synthetic skin of mystical sin veils the beautiful bride,

Flights of unfettered soliloquy in treacherous waters glide,

Dawn of desire and the taste of fire in an ominous hue,

Debts of thrill, time’s clumsy wheel for a heart that never felt so true,

Step by my side, walk through the tides, you’ll do just fine,

Worry more for this world where there is no time,

Neurotic for the lost, erotic for her thought, myths of a prodigal mind,

Banal gait, mysterious wait, in dogmas that of fraternity that grind,

Platitudes disguise pure poverty’s ocean dream,

And supersedes the truth in more than one superior scheme,

Reveries of recurrent thoughts of reveries seem,

To be an onerous reputation of a body woven with silky gleam.

The angel song...

2011-01-20T23:42:00.000+05:30

Some like others have tried and denied,

I pray for my soul,

The hollow grows louder,

Until the night fakes my face,

It’s a beautiful time

My dirty hands full of cash,

Spends upon my grinning ash,

I tried healing through your pain,

In a weird symphony of fate,

It’s a beautiful day

Blithe did abandon my place,

Turned foetal in disgrace,

And dreamt of this heaven no one seeks,

Lips wrapped, knees screwed to the ground,

It was a beautiful dream

They rustled like leaves below the trees,

Beside his body which looked so glad,

And silence broke all the glass,

Life rolled on moss free,

It was a beautiful road

The puppet still talks

In bars and empty rooms,

Your love and my beliefs

Are lost somewhere in my words and your grief,

Because it’s a...

The Wrong...

2011-01-12T23:12:00.000+05:30

I was carrying a white flag down to the ground,

Conch shells and abundant screams emanate from the town,

There were bodies and a multitude of wounds,

Why didn’t I run! The battle was over,

Too late... too sober...

Wrong time.

I was breathing fire in a bright young morning,

A gait so pleasant out of years of training,

To give it all out to the beggar at the foggy corner,

Or buy a birthday present for a friend,

To be forgiven or be God-send,

Wrong decision.

I was sharing stories of my own pages,

Talking like I have never for ages,

But words seem to fade away before he can try to listen,

Silence or penning it down,

All better ways to avoid that frown,

Wrong person.

Sitting idle in a highway bar,

The last peg still didn’t heal my scar,

Should have been home with dreams to sing along,

And here all the clouds that are so stark,

Mock me wild in the dark,

Wrong place.

So,

Heaps of ash and fallen petals,

Piled up in a story of black irony,

That my soul resumes following the same rituals,

To live in laughter that facades the agony,

In a perfectly sane world with nothing to hide,

The predator and prey take the same ride,

And I have seen every bit of the wrong that I am,

Slithering in duties that add to every gram,

The credit rolled before I knew it,

Went to liar who seemed most fit,

Deny, denied,

Can’t deny!

No more can I try...

For all the time, people and places there was nothing I could see,

Funny, this life never belonged to me...

A Hideous Soap Opera...

2011-01-09T21:05:00.000+05:30

The evening sky, her cheeks all red,

Dignified chaos everywhere spread,

Stalks a nightmare in a shadowy dream,

Oh so normal... everything does seem,

Behold! There comes a blinding flash,

There roars the heaven and clouds do clash,

The carnivore night grows and this story unfolds,

Amidst delirious screams and the kiss of cold,

The little girl torn of bliss cries for an angel,

Deuce in the wind... makes her tremble,

Food is not what she longs for today,

Her father’s chasing death right from the day,

She knows no one to tell her story,

For they are so full of words... full of sorry,

Who cares for a tear washed in the rain?

Who cares for her happiness when they have their glittering pain,

How beautiful is the rain, smoke and romance,

Lovers afloat... poets in a trance,

Look how it drains all the colours from her face,

All pale and blue, she must be a disgrace,

To search for an ointment, search to revive,

For she was to live and never be alive,

And her father cried in despair, screamed in agony,

Wondered how this child shall bear this mortal tyranny,

The skies try to show mercy when it’s early dawn,

Near a lifeless body she was deserted and forlorn,

Everyone walked so carefree and their habits won’t mend,

For her, the rain won’t stop... the night will never end...

Unidirectional...

2011-01-02T18:09:00.001+05:30

Today I outran an old man to the bus door,

He stared in disbelief as if but seemed an usual chore,

A million stories in his eye I could see,

That the veteran had to say to me,

But was I too far ahead?

His lips were pale, hi knees weak,

There was music to forget my grief

And go on like wild horses may

While he had just a few words to say,

He looked familiar, I grin that I knew, somewhere close, someone’s wish came true,

Time passes by and you wonder,

Were those thoughts really a blunder?

Some years behind and I could see,

That old man just had to be me,

Never fall, never fail, never look behind, for all the happiness you will see will make you sad,

Rain and sunshine come to linger,

The songs get oblivious of the singer,

And the bus travels past like breeze,

Life... just feels like grease...

To be or not to be never was the question... how can fate be ever questionable.

His hair was grey, his skin not ironed,

His tie a little loose, shoulders seem burdened,

A leafless tree after several storms,

Something got lost fighting the sensible norms,

So I thought I was wise, came home to my mirror, smiled at the things ahead, but his face I couldn’t forget,

He once must have thought things were well ahead,

But his words are still unsaid,

All I believe he wanted to say...

Son! Go as you like but don’t you die,

Before someone calls your name and whispers a loving goodbye...

Words and Reveries.

2011-01-01T00:02:00.000+05:30

A radium nightingale,

A song from distant shores,

The rain in suburban winter,

All the pain in my heart,

I know you, never saw you,

I have felt you, you never saw me.

You sleep with me throughout the night,

Bid me farewell before morning light,

Right there at my moment of cheese,

You flow through my veins like words and reveries,

The reason to live, the reason to die,

I’ve shed tears, when I heard you cry,

At least we don’t weep alone,

For you are my queen but I don’t have a throne,

Call my name and let me know,

The farthest corners to which I shall go,

A clove baked night in a forest all lit with passion,

I fell in love again with my creation,

Don’t you get hurt, don’t you even try,

I know most of them will make you sigh,

I’m with you... I can never lie,

Time will stand still and we’ll pass it by...

Forever and never I won’t cease to strive,

To be on the flower and not in the hive,

To imbibe the nectar that you are,

We’ll live on the moon just like another scar,

Now I never sleep alone,

You’re still at the horizon... the numbers have grown,

Yet before and after my moment of cheese,

You caress me like words and reveries...