Friday, December 30, 2011

Hypnotic Blasphemy

Stoned to the ground, head still handing high in the sky and uptight,
Last night exorcism, and the flapped wings inside the kindled brain,
Amused the stares of the various onlookers on that stage,
Darling, you’ve set the world on fire, time to fringe the shinning’s and hold on to your refrains.

Demise of the shooting star in the backyard of your dreams,
Run out of the closet because you can only hear the screams,
If the dryness is too much for you to cling on to,
Bulge to the edge of the river of love you've kept hidden, and move into that sweet flow,

Hypnotic blasphemy that’s what you call the events when they turn around facing you,
Forget what you have loved too many times and the colors and the hue,
Snowflakes like the trickling time that ticks in finite infinities of the closed bridges and spaced walls,
Avenge the forbidden savior, your soul, your creed and rise from those many and countless free unwanted falls,

Streets were full of the candies and the cottons and the frills with the fake thrills,
Realize the gravity of the conspiration this world brings forward in front of you to tarnish the reality,
For the rest the shinning’s and the glitters is nothing but a sake of formality,
On the other hand, the beckoned call, mist uncovered from your eyes you can hear the shrill,

Wonder the thunders and astounded blunders that you have made and frisked the time,
Hi, I am you and you can see beyond me, out lasting the shaved grass on the garden of your fort,
Rained and rained and felt like drained, stood out for the mast, the ship has now sailed,
Assassinate the repudiated conventions of the destructively past and let your name be hailed.

A Bagful of Sand

The vicious eyes lead to the nerve endings that carve out your brain,
You tend to end up yourself drowned in that narrow drain,
Don’t restrain and muscle out your way out of bewilderment and not refrain,
Hold me let’s get together and walk in that soaking rain,

Circling around the circles that pull out your hair till they screech out every chord of yours,
Picturing the insinuation caused by the heavy desperate call out of your name,
Can’t stand or walk, move behind the back of your shadow that’s all what you think,
Don’t cover your path and move out of the way and make way for all the burdens of shame,

Justify every movement, every revolution you've put against yourself to fight,
It's nothing but a plea to move out in the shades and begin a new unprecedented flight,
Twist the mirror look above and into the sky and give a stare to your eyes,
Chuckle knuckle and brace up you will lead yourself in the tunnel full of light,

Knees weak, bone cracked, head strong, made a great positioning out of the rough foot marks,
Ride it till you can, there always a limit to the end of what you will reach one day,
Boost up, blood shot and high, get ready for everything because they are the sharks,
Light up the deep blue seas and the deep abyss with your enormity and leave everyone in dismay.

Monday, December 26, 2011


Windy, rusted, woke up the morning like a Camel in a desert,
Perfectly cameoflagued, the color wont show its presence neither its efforts,
Rounded and grounded evry step was catious and made out of risk,
Eyes wide open, jotted down every sun ray and the searched for predators in every sand he frisked,

Soon he reached the Oasis, what he thought, turned out to be a moat,
Filled with dirt and dead predators, skeletons, sight, unsighted, could feel the desperation of the throat,
Still walking, what god had gifted him, stradled on, to far unfair visions,
Skin and bones, ripped, but the spirit still high and unknown to the wavy horizons,

Whomsoever you meet, greet and then retreat, are full of surprises and strange misdeeds,
Covering the faces they bear within their shadows is a very well disguised feed,
Move away and not run, because one day you will land up in their own creed,
The world is full of fury and anger, the unrest is the justified soul bearing all but the solid hollowness of thee,

Left alone at the end, no matter what all boundings he may have had,
There was no emotion, no feeling left in him, and couldnt be deemed as sad,
The more he tried the more he fought and the more he felt like lost,
It all came down to meanings and expressions, and the moments in which he used to get caught,

Sunday, December 18, 2011


Skinned, uncovered emotions, fragile now and cant make a sound,
forced to, unforcefully, had to touch the ground,
The world had enough room, and I was not the only one,
Better I took the chances and marched on, than to rest and felt undone,

Its not too late, a lot of ground has yet to be covered under these heels,
Met a stranger and life changed, supersonic, I started to feel,
Curtained the prevailing curtailing, and waited for the dust to settle,
Wow, unplanned and sudden, it came in grabs, and I motioned the shuttle,

Drinks, cigarrates, happy times, showed me to live in the living,
Past seemed like a distant nightmare, no, felt it like a unjustified forgiving,
Bliss, sleepless nights, smile, felt so distant, could now feel it mine,
All to express and none to crave, body felt like reached THE shrine,

Alive, pumping, want to rest, the wrongs became right, and was love struck,
Touched, yet to be, heard, million times, the craving, you left me on the string,
Come back soon, I am waiting, the doors are opened and eyes are wide for you ring,
Take me away from there, I am sitting and waiting for you till the end of this rhyme.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Door

You crave for pain, and you think you have reached the hell,
Blasphemy, crude, immorality, you just ringed the bell,
The door hasn't opened in front of you yet,
Wait for it, it will come out and show you the rest,

Amazing the face of immortals, the defiance yet the humility,
Mixtured with the appropriate reactions and the instense gravity,
Welcomes inside the portal throught THAT door,
Every step I made, every muscle I flexed I could see myself on the mirror

Enter the courtroom that led to the cold and dusty graveyard,
Laid on the floor, disturbed, cobbled and wobbled stones resting on roses in the boulevard,
Now that has gone and won't ever return read the lines, clouded,
Where am I and the place so not rusted yet so murky, without any crowd.

Silence, shaky peace and disturbed silence, a fragile moment wanting to explode,
Felt like the life balanced on every size of shapes that are seen and are about to erode,
Plunge and not drown, the thoughts were flowing too deep and fast,
It was nothing but a place where our lives were placed and were being draft.

Sunday, December 11, 2011


Finally, the cage has opened and the beast has unleashed,
The car stopped at the doors and the brakes could be heard under the miles screeched,
Hi, mentor me, read my mind and call out to the destiny,
I won’t ever loathe you, neither your possessed gravity,

Take me higher, pause in between the lines, stars beckon me,
Spree out in the deep ocean of love to the forbidden thee,
Silenced under the forsaken brevity of the dirty riding souls of the past,
Shadow the grave and walk past by the lost uncovered face of the mask,

Action figures, pick out, freak out, and move,
Two past midnight, ride the freaking bus, to the edge of the cliff,
The brakes applied were too stiff,
Cry out and reach towards the end of the point and push it till you feel the groove

Do you like it, the ripened slice of the bite you took?
Can you recall every moment and the blinded emotions you shook?
Proper or improper insanity of you, the implicit awakening,
I’ll take you the edge of the tunnel and far, give me a hint and it'll be straightened,

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Traits of a Fool

Bed sheet totally unwrapped covered the timeline,
Listen my friend; I've been searching for you till the end,
You have been gone for so long, to that unfollowed trend,
Picture this; it was the miraculously free, sojourn end,

The snake's eyes with the everlasting cold glare,
I wish i could fill them with some fulfilling flair,
Lust was the enigma of that crawler, but lost on to her mistress,
Covered himself with the sharp aroma his soul, just to ride on her high spirit.

Bring me to light and give me that freedom, beyond those sand dunes,
Fire and agony won’t keep me from relieving that pain that i have carried for so long,
This journey won’t end, until you have realized the true meaning of the words,
The words I’ve been looking in those snakes eyes.

Burdened by the nature's advice and cradle,
Those woods are always running after you to hold and grab you in the so called softness,
That deceiving softness is nothing but a simplified form of a mystique,
Fringed in between the small holes, trap the sunlight in the widened layers.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Last Rites

Let the priest take me to the last rider,

I will wait for the sun ride upon me and I will take it to the last stride,

How much will I cover my tracks to the center of the gravity,

And the last of the rituals and I will define the events and its brevity,

Every drop of sins I have done, and the formations,

The sinner has finally beckoned my call to the destiny,

Hallelujah, and the deepest grief and all the finest streaks,

I am the one till the last one of the final frontier, I AM the freak,

I won't call out your name, neither the last rite,

Moments of plunder and disaster, every drop of my blood I will fight,

Fortifications of every wall, and the until I reach the fizz,

The ooze of the emotions of the commotions, you are insane,

Hi, you are the immortal, rising from the unborn ashes of the risen,

Expand your horizons and call out his name,

Every shot of expressions you have caught, the glory and the fame,

Well, catch a glimpse, pop out and until you realize you are dead and you all are but a GAME...

Birthday Gift To My Mum.


Mentor Of The Heart & Eternal Redemption

Fine achievements, great descriptions, and varied imaginations,
All are true but fail against one entity; god created her and gave us inspiration,
Mother, a soft notion, a soft word, hit amongst every generation,
What a best way to say Happy Birthday Sangeeta Mohan,

A long journey, a start you took, from a small house to this big store,
Responsibilities and headed everything that came your way and things to explore,
Faced every hard ship one could imagine and can wonder still stood strong,
Lost a lot of things at a very fresh age, had to cover many miles singing the same song,

Moved to a new place, new faces and a new life, and you gave one,
Makes me wonder, the way you managed everything and handled me, took all in a great fun,
Wind blew in all sorts of direction; still you fought and stood still,
A person like can never go down and will always remain at the top of every hill,

I stand here narrating every word, because of you, and the life you gave I am living,
You have taught people around you to bind everything in the strongest of the strings,
For me my god, you are there, and you will always be worshipped as the supreme,
If all anything I could do in this lifetime, is to fulfill all of your incomplete dreams.


Your Son.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Long Road

Distant dreams, small, big, still the blurred cloud,
The fool moved on to the beckoned vision wearing the pure shroud,
Long journey ahead, and the revolution couldnlt see awaiting him,
The path he was boarded on had the lights soft and were dim,

Riding all alone, with the covered scenario waiting to get uncovered in a flash,
The outcomes that he faced struck him in a dash,
Waited at certain points patiently, grabbing the support of the fallen trees slowly,
Presented himself with the deep pain uptight and very closely,

Now knowning the road he was on the path he chose, hard,
Covered himself with the cold shield of faith and teared apart shroud,
Blinding lights and the false impression caught his glance and the heartbeat,
He wondered is it the way or I was deliberatly led to this wrong street,

End of the night, dawn of a new day, broke all the unseen rusted shackles,
Switched on the parallel imagination that got caught between moments of blurredness,
Got back and dragged back to the ever so pureness that was lost and slipped out,
Marched on forward without looking back in the mirror for the expenses he had to shout,

It was just a phase that passed on by, and built castle of his dreams and desire,
Desire which he found out on the long road he took ,and the learnings he learnt.
It was the satisfaction that showed him life,
And the emotions that would have had him completely burnt.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Diminutive Infinity

Flashes of pinching turbulence all over the body and the efforts made,
Running divine with the washed feet and dusty hair, trodden walk, afraid,
Catch up with the flow of the ongoings, and the serial bindings,
You may lose out on the chance for the moment and the emotions to capture the holy windings,

Hi, do you recognize me, I am you, the lost cause of your dangerous liaisons,
Amazed, isn’t it, why are aren't you the one who used to capture the leaves in every seasons,
Blow out of proportion, shut out completely, unrested, stand against yourself and not the wall,
Rotten and shredded, rusted no one can save you from this free fall,

Best interests and catchy phrases, tried to reconcile those efforts and finally your soul,
Miser, you don't realize you are only making a new hole in that whole,
Walk, run, move, and shift nothing can stop from getting dragged out,
Try and revive yourself one last time and give in your best shot to shout,

Withered, but not dead, take a chance and pull up the gears,
Handle yourself and bury every single of your fears,
Transition, movement, or call it the revolution, life has got a meaning so do you,
Take a stand, remember every name and the emotions, and grab the widened hue,

The tracks never end so does the miles, ride on to the journey,
Feel the pain, differentiate, eradicate and drink down every drop of the sweet poison you get,
This time you yourself are the driver of your punctured vessel, break down every sweat,
Glance left, glance right, and move forward, with every nerve of the eye on the road,

The moment you start counting the miles, is the moment you lose track of the events,
for every that had been done, there is no time to take a break, and look back at the advents,
The time the lips make an upward movement, hit the accelerator, let go of the wheel,
Things will soon start fall into places, and you yourself would feel the onset of an endless zeal,

Locked, set and aim now what the scene has been set, the lost sight is back,
Straighten up, re breathe and put every book back in that rack,
Now when the puzzle slowly and slowly fall in to respective positions,
Think back and laugh on those moments and emotions that showed feeble desperations,

Traded every bit off the soul to the devil for a that inch of piece, you were left weak,
Now that learnt the trick of the trade, beckon every one of your demons, fight and don't freak,
Peace is all now that revolve around the forces of your entire entity,
You are the sole source, the creator, the founder of the immense power of INFINITY.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Light & Easy

Pleasure, every moment, you carry a smile,
Let the reflex on your face reflect the length of the Nile,
Glory and joy will always bring you plenty of time,
You'll never have any time for the sinful crimes,

Why do you connect to the sorrows of life,
When you can take every joyful stride,
Mortal, the more you fall in the cliff,
the more your life gets stiff,

Sadness has never brought smile to the face,
And all it does it keeps your success on very high stakes,
Why, why, why, you have to lose out to the sorrows,
When there are other good things to chew and not to swallow,

Feelings die, but the heart still remains a vault,
Try not, but to give a shot, it's not always your fault,
Accept it my friend, you are a gift in this short journey,
Fight for every smile, every smallest thing will become light and funny.

Less Pride

You play in the park, under the sun,
All you think about is carrying the fun,
Far away the flight catches you,
Inside those demons are fired craves,

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,
And you'll die learning the life's skin,
Grave beneath the shadow lies,
Of those we trusted and for those we played with our lives,

Help me understand the substance of truth,
No one can run up to the hill to that brute,
For which far away he threw his baggage,
There was nothing left but an uncalled handle,

Wonder lusted years, glory moment,
Washed away under the seas currents,
For whom you died never felt the hunger,
For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Hard Target

Patience, nerves, panic, struck by all these notions,
and all we are stuck in the quicksand, and keep falling in ocean of emotions,
plans, targets all quickly die out to the burden,
no one ever tries to think through the far and out mysteries,

desperately try to wash away the so unwanted sins,
which are now laden deeply in your skins,
the process tries to glitch out everything that has left in you,
move out, and try to fit yourself in other's reality and shoes ,

rehabilitate, rejuvenate, heavy but will lighten the mind,
sanity has never helped the humanity, and neither will do good to you, unless you unbind,
look inside the mirror, and come out on the other side,
its only then you will reach the place where there are no rules to which you have to abide,

click the button and restart and tune the final adjustments,
enough has been done to layer the ever so absorbing endowments,
time has come to pay off every single of the depths you owe,
rise up and recollect and give them a sweet yet the final blow.


Sorry, thank you, blinded by these emotions,
man can never come out of the formalities and see through light,
formal insanity, thats what it is based on a sorry plight,
stuck in this myriad of life, move out else you will be stuck in the heavy commotion,

moving with the crowd, cold, flowing, no heading directions,
life is all stuck in a frame, and you stop paying attention,
hurt, unhurt more or less the same, the feeling goes away,
all in one, one in all, life is in a complete disarray,

what all takes to smile, a deep thinking or just a flex,
give it a shot, it all about the right reflex,
this is not the end, its just the beginning, a sweet change beckoning,
give a shot and move towards those blind openings,

reaching towards the far ended store, tired yet alive,
breathe in and out, you slowly begin to glide,
smiling was never tough, it was the tears that were so easy to flow,
Darling, were you lost, I always wanted to capture that afterglow....

Thursday, November 17, 2011

The Killing

Bulky, heavy, yet so crafty, out of the league,

wind blowing under the dusty rusty shanty car wheels,

falling out of pieces, crawled on to the surface to regain self,

killer stood by me, evil smile, waiting to put an end to the rest,

opened the door, took out the gun, pulled the trigger,

I saw, smiled and took a breath for the end and started to shiver,

strange, surprising, yet so true, the bullets were out of his gun,

he fell down, shot himself, and felt this was all just but fun,

puzzled by the turn of events, moved on, opened the door,

surprised to see, pieces of papers, letters, and flowers lying on the floor,

miss misery, wow, lover gone crazy, walking on the streets, seeking redemption,

this was the only way he could relax and find no seek nobody's attention.

destitute, desperate, or unlucky soul, whatever could have had been the story,

the poor man, looked like was crazy in love and it couldn't be his history,

sad, he lost what he had once, and now he lost himself,

time is such a slim candle that burns out quickly with a flick of handful of events.....

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

New World Order

accepting what has been done and what has to come,
keep falling in the ditch, and dont wait for the outcome,
too heavy and deep you will find no one there,
if you look up above, there will be a millions stares,

blinded by the slimmed openings of the shining jetpack,
the fall is too strong, dont try to tighten your slacks,
catch on to the bended, yet so slender twigs,
one needs to find safe haven and stop pretending you are not hit,

once you reach there, youll see a whole new trance,
life will be so different that you will learn how to dance,
humming, strumming, drumming, a lot of new passions,
free falling out of the way you'll get to know new fashions,

set pieces, creepy crawlies never to disturb anymore,
life will be neat, and new things will start coming to the store,
adjustments, disruptments, stop mattering, once you have seeked it,
its not about the nirvana , its about the way how you ve reached it.

Ribbed Stiffness

Impact of what has hit you still remains,
safety, surprised, afraid, wait for it, it is all stained,
trembling but still standing on to the pillars that bind,
you are the best I could in this whole world ever find,

wilderness, randomness, strangled, crawled out of the field,
slowly and slowly started to develop my own shield,
raised and grazed everything that came my way,
I declare myself and to the world that I am here to stay,

Danger, no danger ever has been lurking, ill be ever riding on the edge,
don't try to hold me ill stay safe on that same old ledge,
anticipation of the best to come out of the worst,
the feeling you get when you stay cold and then you burst,

answer the call those beckon you to the astounding light,
board on and don't miss that flight,
the driver is too strong to loose on to the weak bindings,
pack on my friend, and carry the face, and you will start to look for the new findings,

the destination has come, time to settle and stamp your way to the ground,
show them what you have achieved and finally found,
want to feel the sweet victory and to make history??
hold my hand and i will write a new damn story.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


significant, yet so demeaning, the chord was not so weak,
uncover the cover of the shadow and try to reach to the peak,
funfilled soft candy has to melt everytime,
its all depends how you handle the timings of your selfish crimes,

eye catching, softening things are never sufficient to fill the needs,
man has ever lusted for all, improvises ever on his greeds,
ever looked in that glass called mirror with some magnitude,
find yourself and try to locate your hidden gratitude,

bright light always catch your attention, you fool,
you lose out on the darkness embedded within you, dont borrow the spoon,
lingering your way to the so called success, never rippen,
in this process you lose out yourself and start to frighten,

the movie is running, projecter won't stop running, have you really filled it,
intensify the emotions filled with the deepness lying inside you,
burn out every inch of the flesh youve got,
try to fill out every gap waiting to be furnished and dont stop.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Redemption Steps

Finally the call has been answered, the dialer has reached the beep,
as a matter of fact it never occured that he was himself the thee,
bent the ways like the shatterd rim of the reading glass,
I would still narrate every bit of the details of the golden history and its class,

Walking by the isle alone carrying my shoes in my hand,
rest of my people were sitting and merrying in those deep lying stands,
staring and rushing on that sand floor, with every grain slipping down,
turn around and every face is carrying a deep hidden frown.

Sunrays strike upon the hung over face lying on the beach, numb and free,
fanatic and busted moved up, crawled to feel the zeal of the cool water,
buttoned and stradled up, comforting every step up to the hill straight,
cottage, distant view, felt a life up there and a hope to rest finally and felt great,

With every step he took, every sweat he broke, was a shining light of hope,
condition getting worse slowly slowly turning into a state of dope,
the last step and his last breathe, a kick, a burst of energy, white dress, bare footed,
with eyes wide open couldnt believe the final step he took and the face he saw,

A glimpse and he fell, carrying a deep lying curious smile, yet so fragile,
every breathe, pulse in his body yet asleep was ever so agile,
with the stroke of the night summoned, so did his eyes opened to see the moon by his side,
crystal clear, deep, shine, and yet so innocent, he never felt love before neither the sense of pride,

Gained his senses to lose them again, spent nights reconciling his thoughts with the mystique,
never in his life struck something so quick to grasp in a flash victoriously,
healed, patched, finally on his feet with captivating another breathe of the other,
ran down the step with the same "ZEAL", to walk on the isle but not alone this time.

No Justifications

have you ever wondered why you are here in this moment,
all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets,
If you can feel the numb touch of the time,
you can just stand up commit and accept your crime,

sorrounded by the sounds that lead you to this path,
dignified by the rusted lust for the credence and leftover shard,
take your chances and lead on to the land,
bow down and not out run , dont forget to take a stand,

glittery, shimmery , all wonder it to be like that,
no one ever realises it will turn out to be like and out it goes,
cling on and hold till the end, bond is too strong,
just try not to be feable and march on forward singing the victory song,

the glass is full along with the empty bottle,
dont blow up your chance to fill it again with a full throttle,
life has all the potions you crave for, desire for,
it only matter when you aim for the shots you see through .

Mindfucked Pleasures

He enters the door, waiting for her flesh to come,
drops the glass and grabs hard to .the core,
unruffles her hair. and lifts her up and close,
unhook the blouse, and baby my body is all yours,

deep, too deep you penetrate the soul of my skin,
everything turns upside and you rock my world,
something starts and something climbs up inside,
pain, no pain, its all gain from these well furnished sins.

stranger in no eyes, you and me, crawled up like a snake,
time for break , lets try something else,
been running over each other on the same grounds,
i love the way you pounce and makes me create new found sounds,

Fire, oomph, nirvana , you reach the ultimate moment breathless,
wish I could pull over every skin of mine over you and give you unfound pleasures,
rubbing against you, the friction, the force, I am drop dead,
catch me please I have no energy left, just do it once more and help me spread

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Till Death

presence of what you feel is always not there if you think,
belongings of those where are placed while be pleased,
justify the need of the staircase in the house,
when you are sitting beside your spouse.

smile, knee bent, craving for a deep abyss,
All i want from you baby is a sweet gentle kiss,
running hiding, from the poison eyes of yours,
your warmth takes me to the farthest ends of those sea shores

open the treasure chest you wont find any gems,
all you will get is our deep love and its stems,
always be my side, as I need you, I crave for you,
I couldnt miss the moment to watch you sleep in my arms

no matter how much you hide behind those stupid cushions,
I still pull you out of your blushes and gushes,
I want to love you till the end of the end of my new found insanity,
because there no better reason for you to show the formalities.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Reconciled Glory

Figuring the forms of the nature divine presented us with,
rising up those shadows under the sun light and crawl up the tree trunk,
the forest was lit on fire and the species were mesmerized in the randomness,
rose up to the branches to save myself and softly settled on the carpet of leaves

time was short and not the destination,
I had to reach to the place I was called before I could seek devil's attention,
as the fire had reached its maximum rage, passion was still kept under his cage,
it was only a matter of time he leapt on to the far distant pond he could see,
moments were there and emotions rode so high that the light years could freeze.

the minute he rode out of the fire lit jungle and held his breathe,
all he could see and turn around was filth full of many beaten souls,
kick, start, and pumped up the engine and drove away,
bruised and battered, the wind of the new fresh air unrusted the pacified wounds.

unabrupted by the thoughts of what he left behind strangely, yet so beautifully,
climbed up the ladder of what was called safe haven,
glance, stare and saw a beautiful eye filled with depth and heart fr only one to share,
I was left but nothing to carry on with those mystical eyes and the love for which I care.

Long Subdued

Rusty, windy, fallen out of line,
it had been a very long time,
recollecting back from scarp ,
trying to get everything back in my grasp.

Wondering, thinking , passion restored or just a faint outburst,
is it those one of those eye blinding moments,
or am I really craving again for the thirst,
pitching every word just in line to bind those shimmery ornaments.

Cradled by the on goings in the life,
was unfazed by the ornaments i had left to be woven,
frozen , still, yet so dynamic life had strived,
that i had left the doors for sorrow open.

Had to come out of the cobwebs,
build slowly and gradually steps for the life I had lead ,
find an entry for the exit i had longed for,
could see the light at the end of the tunnel and I fled.

Here I am back again, same old story,
yet with a different and composed version of present,
because the past led to many paths and rest was history,
tarnished and shining everything around was pleasant

Friday, November 4, 2011


moonlight walk, slow steps , the sands falling beneath your feet,
but the thought in your mind keep on going steep,
life had taken a turn , widened,
it worked like a machine lost its pulleys and was unstrapped,

only light left at the time was the moon,
you wish you could end this all so soon,
parked the wheels outside the cage,
still you couldnt let go of that deep embedded rage,

Never so desperate in life for certain answers,
wish could unravel the mirror beneath the sheet of sand,
no energy left for to blow the sand,
come take a walk with me , hold my hand

Blew the wind uncovered from the ever so hardened dust,
the only i was searching for with that charming lust,
wish could lay in those palms, the lap and stare at the moon,
you showed me life, gave me reason, to come out of that cocoon.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


Do you often travel that high,
one that you feel when you touch the skies,
where you can touch yourself and you dont feel anything,
from the height, all those known earthly objects turn out to be something

proven true in the open, the feel of gravity,
it automatically turns yourself to the undisclosed brevity,
"please fasten your seat belts" as it may not be safe,
they give you a feeling as if the next thing you will land up in your grave

the wingspans piercing those surreal and heavy clouds,
it feels like the wings are covered with never so ending shroud,
briefly detailed the mystiques of the driver of the bird
he is just another mortal battling in that flock of herds

fast paced, tight laced, slim caged, the journey is short,
there hasn't been much ending without being flawed,
once you cover the wings with the burden of those heavy emotions,
you will end up living your life with nothing but desperate situations...

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Random Pulses of the Commotion

Wings high above in the sky,
the thrust of the engine and clouds starts to fly,
You sit idle in search for a moment,
All ever man has only looked for a bagfull off entertainment,

Bright lights big cities, everything is so small from above,
all one can wonder is their is a very shallow distance below,
points to ponder, moments so stronger,
you mortal, you think you are the only one smart.

now that the night crawled in ,
the wound are still afresh deep beneath that skin,
they pledge us they define the randomness of the ocassion,
I could never get hold off the cravings and their tingling sensations

Branded by the golden demeanour of the society,
the well is too far son, to wait for the formality,
pinchingly bitter truth may or indeed will strike you,
Water will spill off from the glass, until you want it to.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Abrupted Symphony

With the night on my head and the moon over my shoulders,
the bats fly crazy, blind and yet so meticulous,
soured up imaginations and the high ambitions,
cant be stopped until they decide to fight the light drought,

I fought upto the welder and the fieldman,
frank sinatra, elvis presley, none could capture the beast,
I was nothing but rising up against that fulfulling feast,
compromising against that memento of life,
rose up against those walls and plucked up the small black rose,
following that unwinding road to that perdition,

The long and blinded pathway never rose to that highway,
stored in that snow covered hill, those pines,
I have rested beneath that rested unfound,
and unknowed and yet so bestowed hollowness of the DEAD.

Shanty hollows and the sleepy hollows but still not the credited sorrows,
I have seen through the glass the narrow dimensionand ,
yet these prophesied cocophany of the abrupt silences,
Lies and the dried cries were never meant to be part of those silent chores.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Highlighted Brightness

Moon light rake, sun rise awake, falling ,
raining above the high, my eyes are gloomy and wide,
shot on the narrow ridge of the hill,
he hung to the dirty skirise in the falling sky

everlusted paradigms of the trusted soul of the shanty hollows
falling above thee rested beneath the crest

ever out for the free falling motions less creed ,
wonder in the everest for not the abrupted heads,
greenier highlighted pastures in the sins,
all i cry for the man and ever increasing greed,

in the snow flakes and the hasty fall,
stranger passed on the potiential winner of the seed,
cried every man and his feasts,
call me I m the best one can,,

No one tries and no one cries.......

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Origin

You reach to that ocean full of pearls and the depth,
try to reach up and catch a breathe,
surface is full of air and the one you know,
it s a place where you will never find snow,

crawling up to the surface and you face the labyrinth,
all you can feel is the deep ocean stink,
wondering how to overcome the reality of the fragilities,
one climbs up and falls out of those unfound 'normalities'

Unanswered steps and those missed creepy crawls,
insanity and begin to wonder what has earth found,
life, life which never begun but it rose to that sweet little sound,
mystified and petrified by the deeds of the undone souls,

rise up move on you have reached the ultimate core,
search for you have the right to the fulfilled store,
all of your thoughts have those meanings,
shake yourself up to the surface because you only hold the steering,....

Friday, October 7, 2011

The Movement.

The fanatic rode the snake in his blue bus,
so did the cobain doped himself so early,
there was no voodoo child left anymore,
because they were involuntarily called by him.

They marched with the freedom of independence,
rode on to any vehicle they could get,
passed on their thoughts to anyone they reached,
left a mark on anyone who called them and were preached,

stop calling names, those hollow gloomy faces,
instead realise the deep tranquility of reality,and reach for the inner-visions of the sorroundings,
The day when the souls preach the notions and thoughts,
that day his all battles are fought.

with all the leather and strings they fought amongst the mortals,
the words they threw and raged those sleeping machines,
drunk and dressed they brought the stage to a fire,
to rise up against all those who tried to bring down THE movement......

Day in the Dog's Life

Running like the dog chasing the speeding car,
the highway was pretty long and gave him big scars
never knew what he sought in the burning tyres
they left him with his feet burning in fire...

It wasn't the freedom he searched for every single of his chases
no one knew what he was running for...
there were miles he had forged under his knees...
but with the blunt end of the roads he got bruised for the paths he beseiged...

with the flying hubcaps hit his eyes,
he raised a brow and everything seemed to fly,
hit by the far side motionless swinging to catch a breathe,
it wasn't his fault to catch the burning flames to the journey on the other side of that road.

crying and whining was the story of the followings,
all he was carrying a bag full of mixed emotions and feelings,
with all the excess baggage of heart felt sorry state, heavy, burdened,
he was left with nothing but to throw all into the running along river of life.

Now for he was free and riding high, chasing his shadow this time,
he had all the time in this world to catch a glimpse of his deeds and crimes,
rolled up, puffed up, shot and high,
the big dog had his brows up and drove his parked car in sigh....

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Flashed Desires of a Phony

Follow the snake to that gold lit cave,
Reach to the end of the tavern,
Resting beneath your footsteps, those,
Those, uncovered, holy mystified snow flakes.

The flakes covered by the ashes of thy clouds,
Move until the thought of those souls are freed,
Never resting until we’ve reached,
The castle you build, fast uncovering under your truth.

Breathe in not out, because you are dead,
Fed by the truth of your files,
Lies and truth of the fragile path,
Path you chose to ride by your self.

Never lost on to those screams of the seen,
Me eyes have always wanted to gleam,
It won’t bite unless you have tasted,
Tasted the last fruit of your unfound insanity

No one will ever call out to you, your name,
It’s just the beginning of the end,
Follow me, don’t lead me,
Because in the end you will always fall,
As the path you will choose will always hold you down.


The journey to the disillusioned centre,
Framelessly circling in that narrow drain,
Encircling the dilemma of the strange ,
Push it deep inside of your brain.

I cannot stop them to be around you,
It’s you that sets them free,
Why don’t we realise it’s only you,
The clouds and the churches, white and solid yet so empty,
Don’t force love out of your creed.

Remembrance , of you, of your thoughts,
Calling those old memories out and those moments we caught,
Resting in your eyes, hope the picture is mine,
Because I am the soul, my heart carries the image of you every time,

Dimly the flames bleed away,
Things carve out on that stone like a blaze,
Forget me, don’t punish, love is not gone, it’s just a phase,
Behave not like I was just another of yours doubtful craze.

Gush out, move out, just don’t freeze on me,
Active my imaginations for your passive thoughts,
Break in to the puzzles apart, disperse in the storm,
Explode into the darkness, and let me go home,
I am not a miser, It’s I don’t know how to control.


There was fire beneath his eyes,
Running blindly never looked to the sky,
Rage wasn’t the quality he possessed ,
It was the love for her for which he was obsessed.

Moving up and down, round and round,
Those steps were the only things left for him on that ground,
Push the limits to reach , yet he drowned,
But he still knew the force of that sweet sound.

Dignity and pride was all he searched for,
Then came calling that strange love,
Love that never seemed to be the sea shore.

I tried to fill those gaps with those memories,
But my wounds hurt me so much, they were fresh,
Tried to pluck every thorn from deep inside of my flesh.
Along every came out my blood,

I wish I could be with you, every moment,
Your presence flash through my nerves every second.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Push the Tempo

Push the Tempo

Falling from the heights I’ve reached,

I’ll push the ground deep beneath me,

To reach the end more till the end,
To touch the ground the way I want to feel,
This is not the end of line,
It has just begun to uncover the shine
The fine brine of that wine,
Which we always dreamt of tasting till we last,
Resting beneath my wheels,
Are my marks which I left on the road,
The road that led to the jungle.
Where I could find all that I lost in a bundle.
Don’t crowd your thoughts on my shadow,
It’s too weak, weak, enough for me to hold on,
I see the sky leaning on those trees,
And those seem like they are free.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

6th Harmony

Push the boxes inside that maze,
and bring to surface the waves of the haze

Freedom of the air, the wings of the butterfly,
they clasp the wisdom flying high in the sky,

With dignity and glory I let my pride fly high,
along the sea shores and the pebbles lie my cries.

for the tranquility they impart, slowly in the air,
they won't last long, as they are hard.

reaching through that gold lit cave,
I see that rusted worned off shadow,

The shadow i wished would follow me for the rest of my life,
because that is what I searched in those long lost files.

7th Symphony

7 th Symphony
Wandering into the mist of loneliness,
The loneliness of the desperation,
Slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds.
I wonder in the wander, passion, pain of fire,
Picture this I won’t last till the end.
Shed it off, burn it off, rip it off,
Uncover yourself from the fascist face of life.
Cold yet it may seem, you are still lost,
Keep on pressing the button, the ice machine is still cold,
Seven life, and the satisfaction you crave for,
Are you living it up to the dream you were born for,
Suck it in, deep within, those worms will eat you,
And at the end you will desire to burn out yourself.

Professional Lust

Professional Lust

From the first drop of the hot shower,
To the last sip of the wine,
She feels the senses in her body,
Chilling, running down the spine.
She runs down the hallway, wraps him in her arms,
They plunge in the darkness of their fire,
The divine kiss, spreads their wings,
Burnt every ounce of energy in the body, they breathe back.
Morning, and she wakes up alone,
Looks up, everywhere, only to find her clothes thrown,
Snorts up her last stuff,
And another day passes, waiting for another one to come.

Sinner Man

Sinner Man
Rush of the blood down the pipe,
Burns the guts of that sinned insane,
Smoked the full pot of weed,
The smokes reached his nose drain,
Dissolved every part of his flexible brain.
Star gazing, moon raking, heavens asking and eyes fixing,
Fixing his glares to those burning flares,
Which reach the fluids in his brains?
Stimulus shot and ran through the nerves and he couldn’t refrain,
Nice feeling hit his forehead his temple, sweet emotion.
Rinsed in his sweat, panic, shock stricken overdosed,
Drowned in his own piss, was a stage he couldn’t face his eyes,
Walked a long mile just to breathe,
High, stoned could see everyone around him bleed,
Scary trip,took him deep in that never ending long lasting abyss.
“It is not necessary how much you get high,
What is necessary is that if you get high or not?”

Monday, October 3, 2011

Definitive Destiny

Definitive Destiny

Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,
Grouped with the same feeling but the journey this time was straight and found,
Fiery and feisty was the path that led to the shine,
I was on the path until I saw a shrine.

Met a man, without a name, with his head covered with snow,
I kept on wondering as to why he was carrying a glow.

Lived in the shrine around that holy road,
So far away from the rest that along many miles no one could be heard.

Took my time and stayed at the shrine for the night,
Unknown to what was there under his mighty plight,
Brought on to the table, the book, along with his pipe,
Kept a piece of bread, and sat along with his dignity and pride.

Picture this, old rusted, dusty, worned off,
Book was heavy but it carried a strange light.

Turned the page and found out was carrying my name,
With every single page carried my glory and fame,
Stored and lost in those pages, wandered,
Who was this old man, and what is this shrine I started to wonder.

Moved on to every page and found out the turn of events,
Till I reach the page which told about the old man , his shrine and waited for a further advent,
The pages were blank, fresh , waiting to be written,
Confused and bound, I must be mistaken.

The old man stood up, gave me keys and said,
‘I m the One, who doesn’t belong here,
I write the rules, those which I never share’.

For it was time to march forward,
Because he had to write what I was supposed to do and moved on.
Returned back on the same old road to find a sign,
“He was never here”
Carrying a smile, Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


You play in the park under the sun,
All you think about is carrying the fun,
Far away the flight catches you,
Inside those are demons with fired caves.
Laughter falls under the deepest sin,
And you will die leaving the life’s skin,
Grave beneath the shadow lies of those,
We trusted and for those we played with our lives.
Help me understand the substance of truth,
No one can run up the hill to that brute,
For which far away he threw his baggage,
There was nothing left but an uncalled handle
Wonder lusted years, glory moments,
Washed away under the seas currents,
For whom you died for never felt the hunger,
For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.

Activated Passive Realizations

False hopes, smile sorries, no sorry figures,
You raise the toast and the journey begins
Cradling your way down to the time,
We re-arrange what we had made over
Slimmed erosions of the happy hours,
You ride with YOU lonely in those cold showers,
Clueless, as to what may be next possibilities,
Before that could happen, you refill the dying potion
Humming alone down the streets, blowing the smokes,
Trying to get rid of the haunting ghosts
Nothing left to gift to, or to give up,
All that has been, or will be is the YOU, and you will shut up,
Ashes, smokes, rings of fires, stirs in you a desire,
That was it meant to be, time to light another FIRE.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Sublime Strangeness

Surrounded by friends, fools and sinners,
some call themselves the kings and some winners,
heart of gold and running like a fool,
I wish I could go back to the days when i was in school.

The streets went narrow as we grew,
people gathered their attention as I withdrew,
bars and alleys with those plastics and fakes smiles,
wish I could expose those frowns and their unhealthy styles.

Covered every path I followed with dust and mud,
to hide the sanctity of my thoughts and different uncrazy emotions,
bound myself with the facts of the world and the varied notions,
these were tricks I taught myself to handle this sublime strangeness.

Couldn’t fake or run on with that outer fragile flow,
kept what I had with me and let it glow,
sometimes the stick has to be bent beneath the phony shadow,
my thoughts are wildered and imbibed within my ever moving cradle.

Chapter 8

Re Birth
A lot of time has passed, things have moved on,
My relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own,
Dewy leaves and fresh faces feel like I am back,
I was long that now I have to come out of my knap sack.
It took me long, a very long time to get back to were I was before,
I couldn’t imagine myself standing alone on the lonely sea shore,
Now that the smile I left is back to fill that cleft,
The emotions have gone that I had and I never slept.
He had plans for me, that involved the trip which condemned for long,
Still I keep a good attitude and sing that song,
My words still pour those left over feelings,
That won’t ever go beyond the ceiling.
The sweet journey had all the shares of fun and sorrows,
I’ll look at your face forever and for today and tomorrow,
I could help you the way you wanted,
All I can say is that it was the time we were granted.
“Never give a heart to the person whom you love,
Love the person who can give you his/her heart”

Chapter 7

Straight Highway
I put my gloves on, with my black shades,
Turn the keys, and start the engine blades,
Turn the accelerator, and begin my journey ahead,
Don’t know where I’m heading, with my bags packed with beer and bread.
Winds whistling past my face, my hair curling here and there,
Going to have a little fun, a good time,
The highway is straight, full off pits and shrines,
With every turn of my wheel, leaving my past behind I look up to the divine.
With my brakes on, reached the mountain top,
This is the place where I can do anything and I won’t get caught,
Could see the never ending river down the hill I climbed,
Plunged in to the river and tasted its fresh spirit.
Lost in the wilds, with the greens around me,
This was freshness I wanted always that made me feel free,
Look out at the world beyond thee full of emotions,
Run with me, come to me and I will show you that they are just but false notions.