2011 .. :)

 

Flutters every dream

Imprisoned under my name

Flies every suspicion

Of the life I thought was caged

I eye upon destiny

Like rose fears its own thorns

And count upon a God

Like earth counts upon water

I lost my new poem

A name I thought I had

I lost myself , in my own muse

And understood a little , more of my selfish self

I sneaked some moments

Just to gather a fresh start

A start for dreams to sleep upon innocence

And smile like a newborn, awakened by fate

I lay underneath this sky

It disowned this earth sometime back

I wanted to be accepted and float

Like a cloud that floats , and stays only to pour

Like a secret I kept to myself

A little of you , within a shy smile

A shadow that took over a soul

A reality of a crude truth

Sand filled the shore

Music filled the scene

Do I look like a stranger to you my reader ?

I guess am dressed up like a new me

reAliZatIon ?

I am ..


A roasted recipe
Flesh has burnt of desires and ambitions
A curry Indian
Busy mixing in everything that mingles
A virtual killer
Abused some people cunning and rude
A gambler in a dirty game
All I want is every temptation to win
A God's child
Believes in His name
A sullen adult in a phase
Sulks more and more as quarter life crisis approach
A happy walker on the street
Sorrows are blown away like dirt by my broomstick
A big time show off
Loves resembling things that are out of this world
A silent human still alive
For nothing is worth cribbing
A patient learner, and learnt a wise thing today
In the end , It doesn't even matter

AddIcTiOn ..

A brown sugar of its kind

Carefully seduces any upright mind

Details divulge, when the taste takes over

And slowly , the senses it takes over

The window pane is wet

Of the drizzle and the fog

In one cup I store

The heat of sunshine warm

As the aroma fills my soul

With the sip I take

It engulfs my tounge

Beleaguered I am , by its taste

I sniff in, on the edges of the cup

To remove its uncalled traces

It brims me again with addiction

And the unending urge to have 

A hot coffee cup again 

AwaKe anD UnCerTaiN

Its a slow time

Perhaps the veins are tired

I sink into bed

And it humbly takes me in

Awake I am

And uncertain of the same

The cerebrum mourns

It has seemingly turned gray scaled

Tired, are the words 

Of lifting up spirits

I will let the spirit rest tonight

In realms of esoteric dreams

Freedom marks a space

Untouched , unperturbed

But silently vanishes

When you feel uncertain and awake

Eyelids close, like a dream closes in sunrise hue

Falls this night , its a darkness of its kind

Time will fly , and a good time will come

Till then I lie uncertain and awake

Even with closed eyes

BluEpRinTs ...

Every blueprint has its road map

Constructed carefully 

To include every thing that would bring smile

But unpredictable

As this life turns to be

Burns them

To ashes black

Destiny will seduce you with her fake wins

It might push you into the vicious valley of failures

 Caution in one line would be

To avoid mapping blueprints

Paper can always turn into ashes

Will does not, importantly , must not

TodAy ...

I realized ecstasy makes you blind
Habits refuse to leave you
Coffee will stay an addiction
And music will remain the only respite
Words do fail to express
Intentions are always clear to the soul
Just that the heart defies accepting the evil in people
Here somehow lies its purity
And when this very heart plans a revenge
You see the familiar evil
Perceptions keep waiting to get changed
Nothing happens .
Mind is a pathetic master
And heart a cruel saviour
Happiness lies in between them
Sand will slip through your hands
The more you attempt holding it close
Leave everything and release yield to this world
And let it divide you , in its love and its hatred

For peace is something you will never get
Hence , breathe till your heart pumps

rOad ...

The Road forages people , just like unusual people forage the road . Driving depth and insanity , moving in plain search for people and places.
It stops by every person , to whom one might connect . Perhaps to give destiny a chance to chalk out , its companions .
The End , is nowhere close . As it has always been , an esoteric road .

ShE ..

Closed , yes she was

Open , were his arms

Free , was her wish

Entangled , she was still

To a mirror , she disclosed 

As she accepted ,being in his shadows

Everything , she told

Resided in his arms

Emancipated , she was

Caught , were both 

She doubted , every safe corner

Safest , were his arms 

when Love , was perfectly cuddled 

Felt , pure .