Friday, April 20, 2012

Planned Chaos

A faint of the drop of tears, trickling down the cheek,
Carrying the wound with you, deciding not be the freak,
The newspaper rolled out inside out like the heartfelt emotions,
Suppressed from long, and the beginning of the infinite revelations.

Plunge, and out again, the routine repeats itself again and again,
Felt like out of it for good, had to take another fall, with so much pain,
Head strong, weak heart, wronged the right in this path for the known unknown,
The call could be heard from long, waiting for the patience to give in to the shown,

The altitude of the attitude mattered at every step, defining every moment,
It is, was, will be risky to frisk the wrongs before the wrong do's you,
Wicked, blues, ahh the music figuring the real sweetness behind it, nascent,
Started again, a fresh, magical, just like fresh leaves and the settled dew,

Vivid, and descriptive, the heart we possess, for what we desire everything,
Nothing has lost the touch neither the candle lit will stop burning,
Time, is and will remain man's best friend and the enemy eluding him from instant truth,
It’s who we are and how we evolve to adapt ourselves in our youth.

Saturday, April 14, 2012


Wake up from the bed, eyes heavy, feeling undone,
The thought of keeping alive the ticking off the clock,
There were more boat earlier than there are now on the dock,
It’s not a war, but a race, the finish line is not yours to hold,

Perseverance, patience and a glass full of emotions,
It’s all a key mixture of the feelings and ready for the retributions,
The clouds are pouring heavy, bring the down the cup, recollect,
Under the same sheet, the numbness, the ineffective dumbness, try to connect,

Mind the gaps, the bridge is too big to handle, cover up,
It is the disobedience towards you, leading to the pitfalls,
Move on carefully, there a lot of rocks waiting for you to slip up,
Life is easy, smooth, let time flow like a waterfall,

Philosophies come and go, what is left by is you,
Live by the present, enjoy, taste and digest the life and its various hues,
Retributions of the past, won’t let you enjoy the amendments of today,
Collect the flowers, wrap them, bind them and with you in a sweet bouquet.

Friday, April 6, 2012

High Spirits

Infinite craving of the destitute,
Hard to define the gravity of his attitude,
For the pride and glory he reek of,
Forever be not his the side kick in his honor,

Defended alleys with the grain in the bags brought from the home,
Soft parchments inside the silos lead to the opening of the dome,
Precedes within the sunlight transcending from the heaven,
Filtering the souls that strike the light in its way,

Far side, the heavy sight, so full with the enigma,
The staircase that he saw, all and forever magnified his charisma,
Upon the gift he possessed, and what he had to offer,
More or less no short of that was so pure and divine,

In the room, house, to the room, the mirror on the wall,
Peeked deep inside out and rushed like the smooth waterfall,
Heavy notes, the rock solid hit the bottom of the dive he plunged,
Many cracked versions, no short of the greatest story ever made and challenged,

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

To The Devil

The horse had been saddled up for the race,
The rider took on the leash full of grace,
Blended with the leather,
And heathen the long lost feathers,

Element of surprise, Look into the eyes, and picture,
There is an image built before the journey, of that creature,
For the fear and the hollow desperation to overcome was clear,
Danger, and the risks, shadowing the cause, empowered his fear,

Frisking the way out of the valleys and the narrow drains,
The conceptual devised it to happen as realistically as the cloud to the rains,
Mythically marching and leaping for the taste of the flavors that had been beckoning,
It was all in his and bound to soul and now was the time for a solid reckoning,

At this footsteps, the disposal of the attack he had to offer,
It all started in a rage and everything can out in the open in a blur,
Out of the cave standing tall, he hit the bottom, to kiss the ground,
Free and to the skies, the war was won, stood tall amongst all in that playground.

The Sail

In the midst of the heavy fog, the ship sailed,
The crew was afraid and unrest but the captain was unamazed,
As soon as it sailed and frayed under the strong current,
There was uneasiness amongst all and the mode was all set blatant,

Mast was on a verge of falling apart, about to ripped any moment,
The noise water made against the woods, made the crew more and more tensed,
This was the many of the sails for captain and it anything new,
But the crew this time was as fresh as the morning wind and they were few,

Stumbling and rumbling, the pressure was so crumbling, the sailors knees were fumbling,
It was the call that the captain had to answer, all now depended on his handling,
With the ship loaded with goods, it shared the space with rum barrels,
Delight on the face of sailors, the pressure eased till their ankles,

The sail had no time, no boundations, the crew was set on a journey with no limits,
It was the test they had been offered with a lot of money into their credits,
Ground was a distant figure for the way they had sought for days now,
Parched completely, with the salt all around them, existence was the common HOW,

A pin prick and the feeble skin, easy to flinch the thin,
All the time everyone kept wondering for what they have been paid ,
What was there worst of the sin,
Only the captain out of the all stood tall and resolute, unafraid,

With the bodies kept falling and the strings started loosening,
The One kept a belief, the notion, the figure, the land in his mind,
With the leaf he saw of the tree of the land, he clasped his hands,
Never let the body defeat the heart, and the Captain marched his band.