Let Us...

Let’s be the soul

that we never knew.

Let’s play that role

we could have performed

but seemed untrue.

You keep your grief aside

and the silent rebel in you.

I will put down my angst

and the veil of ideal view.

Let the bird fly

flapping those angry wings.

Let the present defy

those vicious untidy stings.

Let the time decide

what we thought we could

and what we already knew.

But for the time being…

Let me be me. And you, be you.

The Lock

She settled herself
on that seemingly polished rock
facing that age old fence
she gazed forward
and saw that rusty lock

Who has the key
to unlock this gate
who can trespass
her very own fate

As if the nature tried
with might of rays and rain
to unshackle that fence
to make it wide open
as if it failed and said
"Please, break it on your own."

She knew it has to be her
she knew it has to be now
she stood up with a smile
so unhinged and strikingly wry
but those eyes, so assured
aimed very deep, far and high.

I open at the close

I was right there...
standing at the beginning...
my most useless thoughts,
cutting the edges,they sing.
something to resolve, something to mend...
And just then, I realized,
Oh! f***, this is the end.

The third person

It can be jeered
for its placid ill-timed moves.
It can be sneered
as it shows and itself proves.

It crumbles sometimes
by an unlikely measured shot.
It fumbles sometimes
while trying a snappy retort.

But it can be seen
from that dark and dusty dungeon.
And it can be heard
and felt and so on...

Obscure touches

She felt it,
a heightened sense of niceness.
A bit cold, a  bit cajoling,
and that seemingly safety fence.
She tried to like it,
she loved it not.

She felt it again,
a heightened sense of calmness.
A bit human, a bit surreal,
and an urge to observe the silence.
She absolutely loved it,
she loved it a lot.

The Rebel Within

These are the rules,

you need to follow.

These are the people,

you never say ‘hello’.

These are the words,

you never utter.

These are the things,

that makes you better.

But what if I choose

the rule not followed,

and take those pills

that nobody swallowed.

What if I befriend

some lawless folks,

and try to infringe

those uncanny locks.

You want to judge,

then judge yourself.

You want to teach,

then you need some help.

I choose my life.

I play the bet.

I am the master

of my own fate.

Leaves...

Plenty of leaves,
ripped and dried.
inept to express,
yet, it tried.
And when they rot,
nicking, what they have till date,
kills that part, fresh and green
as neither it fought nor defied.

Sometime...

Sometime, eyes do stop,
before even you see that right.
a sense of joy feels your heart,
out your soul, from all the plight.

Sometime, legs do retreat,
before even that war begins.
you only see the loss it stores,
and it doesn't matter, whoever wins.

Sometime, dreams do shatter,
before even you go to sleep.
and you realize, you aren't sleepy at all.
So here you are, alive again,
ready to take that giant leap.

A Penned Reverberation

A bit of glow

with a little panic,

some chary thoughts

and an ensuing pic,

with a lump in my heart

and a bit in my head,

they revolve around

like some smitten freak.

when I started to relish,
my ego held me back.
I made that crazy way,
but never raced on that.
As i wished to savor,
what is that i need the most
when it all becomes dark.

The journey started afresh,
like those sparkling spheres
of morning dew...
As i searched for a start,
a bit fresher, utterly new...

when I searched for beauty,
I found a view...
when I searched for friends,
I found a few...
when I lived my life,
I searched for happiness.
when I searched for happiness
I found you...

FRIENDS- an anatomy

            FRIENDS….I think that is what we call each other….

            Oh! Yeah, ‘friend’ is a very confusing word to me. Every time I want to give a try on finding what it really mean to me, I always end up with some lousy quotations by some infamous philosophers which confuses my mind even more.

             I was encountered by a weird question some days back, when I was sitting inside my over crowded class room at the time of lunch break. A girl suddenly turned towards me and asked with bright inquisitive eyes –“hey, how many good friends do you have?”

           I just got irritated by that question and replied abruptly-“no one”. She got taken aback by my rudeness and never talked to me after that.

            But when I was fired with that question I had thought this for a while- ‘what this question really mean to me? Is there any bad friends do exist? If they exist than how can anyone consider them as a friend?’  I smiled and confirmed myself… thank god; at least I am not confused about this. I do not have any good friends or bad friends. I just have some friends.

            After a lot of assumptions and contradictions I finally got a word to define friends….i.e. belief. But the next moment I found that it also defines ‘enemies’. I know this is confusing but it’s true. For a real friend, we always have a belief that this person will never leave me no matter what happens. And similarly for a real enemy, we always have a strong belief that no matter what happens, I can’t be a friend of this person. After that “belief” gave me another word to define ‘friends’…i.e. strength. A strong belief gives us strength, either to love or to hate a person. Belief strengthens us as a person who is pretty sure about what he is doing and what he wants to do. ‘It transfers a man into human.’

  At that point I coincided with God. There are no enemies exist in this world. Two people can be enemies but two human can never be enemies. It is our belief that makes it so. We think that those who hurt us by their words or deeds are our enemies.  But what we don’t understand is that we got hurt because we took those words very seriously. And we already know... “The words don’t have power to hurt you, unless the person who said it means a lot to you.”

         So that is life…feel free to be a friend. Be human. Sometimes we have a habit to choose things. We try to scrutinize things according to our expectations. We make a checklist of qualities that one should possess to be our friend. But that time we become too arrogant to think that-“do we fit in their checklist?” that is why I always say….

                                                “DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS, JUST BE A FRIEND.”

A SHINY SHIVY STORY

A cute little shiny face,
but the bulging eyes wide open.
yeah,they are open and i mean it,
like the sun amid a murky zone.

And those jolly beaming eyes,
the candid touch of virtue it has,
where the intense of crave lies.
the crave to steal your lovely utter.
the crave to feel that ardent pleasure.
the crave to step accross the race.
the crave to fake an angered face.

Oh! I can still remember,
that first,unnoticed,crazy meet.
some mumbling words, some nervous looks,
and some rendezvous with the dusty street.

But that mumbling girl,now blabbers all time.
like every moment of life to share.
And the best part about her.
she taught me how to say "take care".

A HANDY AFFAIR

Some are playing and partying a few,
dusk is darkening to a darker hue,
roads are full with speeding shadows,
like same old evening and same busy roads.
yet, you can see it and feel anyhow,
that something is crazy something is new.

My palms felt moistened a bit,
tears of happiness, ready to blast.
the happy palm now screamed with joy,
Oh! my God...
I have got a company at last.

I saw the other palm,
and those fingers... closed, twisted,
between those spaces, that my fingers create.
filling those gaps,they are perfectly placed.

When my lips failed,
I turned my heart on.
But that bloody coward heart,
followed my lips and stayed aside,
passed the call to my sweaty palm,
Hey, dear... now it's your turn.

But when my heart and lips failed,
can't even show their novel hue.
what can my poor palms do?
to reveal, what he thinks of you.

The hands parted in reflex,
as the palms loosened the grip,
I woke up with a gasping heart,
Oh,damn !!! I was in my sleep.

THE LONELY GIRL

My chilly winter hand,
with the blisters, seeking the touch.
wrapped across my bosom,
oh! is this what they call,
the lady in no man's land ?

About the land they praise,
they say, I invade it.
but the quest which taunt me tight...
am I or was I ?

He said, the look is deceptive,
as well as the heart of mine.
but the woman heart ain't know,
they say, what deceptive mean.

With all my heart, I loved him.
 I was the sun and he, the shone.
And today, the sun is there...

shining though a bit gloomy
but alone.......

A BLURRY HOPE

Care is what, I covet the most.
Heal the solitude,I desired not.
Undone things that your eyes can't see,
Peel those layers and unveil the lost.

Receding wish,I know this is,
Uncanny thoughts of autumn breeze.
Hope is nothing but a shiny hue.
Awaiting the day, you make it true.

A SIRIUS TALE

I close my eyes...
But i can see them dancing,
his messy untidy hair,
and her eyes of almond green.
lurking behind the gates of heaven,
smiling as if beckoning me......
"you bloody padfoot, just come on in."

I open my eyes...
Oh! i can see it again.
the same untidy hair,
and those eyes of greeenish shine.
but they were the perfect pair,
and now is the love of thine.
trapped against the forest again,
running as if beckoning me...
"where are you padfoot... I need you this time."

FYI

It's just an fyi for you all guys... i just gathered a bit of my crazy courage to inform you cordially that...i just thoght to make this blog a bit versatile for you all. i told myself,,,,,,,why only poems...Let's squeeze what ever my brain is thinking and smash it on this page... so my beloved friends...please bear the pain of being with my thoughts....
Hence, from now on i will try to post prose, poetry, sayings, articles whatever comes to my mind... please be with me...till the end

Adieu...

WHEN YOU ARE GONE

After that day you know,
the stiff wind, more stiffer it became.
after that shiny soft snow,
veiled you, and so as your name.

but have you???
then why in my dreams, you come.
so near my closed eyes, you roam.
making me to think, i never thought.
teaching me to dote, i doted not.

but amongst the darkest clouds,
i wish the sky to moan.
shouting against the lightening,
hoping you to come.
this is what my hands feel,
wiping out my tears, so hot.
when you are gone.

My Mystic Marrow

I just can't invade your soul anymore
nor your stupefying charms,
neither i can convoy in your dreams
nor in my cosy arms.

Oh God thou must be deeming,
this buddy, surely a freak ,
and yes, so am i ,
a bit maniac,
a laughing stock to mimic.

but judge my marrow almighty,
thou willst keen to discover.
it is wise to be a lunatic,
than a bully traitor.

and so was she,
differs from me,
as a bit counter and reverse.
not a stupid freak to trust,
but a bloody traitor to curse.

then give me thy voice almighty,
is it my flaw ?
to be a freak in my notion.
or yours ?
for conjuring marrowless creation.

A Journey to Darkness

My urge for a risky voyage
get intensely once swelled,
for the most chancy palace
with a blushing glamourous shade

i slept and dreamt that night
about that chancy glamourous voyage,
where everything is reddish black
with a slender human image.

the image beckoned me
and made me to obey through my dream,
i entered to that dark dome
which was terrific and panicly grim.

But lo !
neither the image did stop
nor it spinned towards my face,
as it has hypnotised me
and piloting to an anonymous place.

but i saw you at last,
when you turned aside,
your beauty dazzled the schloss
and then all became bonafide.

Oh ! It was not a basilica
neither a treacherous goal,
but it was my own heart
comprising YOUR peerless soul.

The Boy Who Loved

The heart speaks at last,
silent mysteries unsolved.
oh!that can unveil the veiled,
and that too of "the boy who loved."

for tear,that silently speaks,
for fear,that nobody seeks,
for you,the love it shows,
for me,it calmly goes.

this is what my heart says,
and it silently confess.
this is not the boy who knows...
it is a manly business.