Beginning of the End

It was a long stretched journey till the coffin had to be buried,

Sojourned and disembarked at the same and the poor child, hurried,

Intention the unknown devil of the poor crank hit him like the wave,

Softening the trunks of the shaded trees, and for the fruits they crave,

Keyed in the heavy inputs for the softer openings,

Complexity was too much and so were the much companionship restraining,

Fortune teller was so high; he couldn’t touch the ground,

There was no room to hide, until that old room was found,

The events had no chains and the djinn was kept under the leash,

Subscription to the other world, and the momentarily snitches were hidden beneath,

Glimpses of the shadows that followed those openings and cried,

Hell wasn't far, souls were dipped and prepared, and the bodies were fried,

Waiting around with a bucket bound to the neck for the price,

Offered a role in the neighbor of the devil himself, gratified with peace,

A gentle creak and the ears thirsty for some more noise, empty were the grave,

Sitting all alone the garden watching those stones become his everlasting crave.

The Relics of Lusted Love

The willow on the bed cracked and the lamp shade faded,
Slowly moving out of time the land started shifting with the love jaded,
Nightmare dipped in the prefect blend of shadows,
Streets were full of withered leaves singing the tired mellows,

Caught in between the strings of trust and faith,
The fool was lead on to believe the mighty clouds full of love, were a wraith,
Cracked were the walls, with riveting out nails out of the paintings,
Lonely enough to find the fake deliverance of those things,

Soft spot and the sweet dent within the ushered curtains that hid the room,
Charred and scattered pieces on the floor needed more than a broom,
The three words, oh really, the fate and events and the deliberations,
Was the cotton as pure as it reflected in the real and was the affections?

The mirrored projections shown were enough to build the dreamt of castle,
But the heart couldn’t resist the old feelings, and brought upon miseries and hassles,
It rained and poured the roof couldn't hold for too long,
The lusted love, made it too weak, that once you deemed as strong.

Coup de Self

Bullet out of the gun, the clock has shot the sweat,
Save yourself, redeem, fight yourself because you are the biggest threat,
A comedy of circus, too short flight out of the box into the hall,
Bright billboards, short films, spilled out of hands, the golden ball,

Leisure and sports never go hand in hand, till the devil is in the stands,
Ignorance and the pretense of what affection is showered as LOVE,
Cravings of the intelligent pacify the needs of the ignorant fool,
Move out of the shadows not of try to hide the reality, and don't drool,

Love hurts, that’s what they say, pain is just the onset of the war,
Raging is what beneath oneself is the energy of a new born star,
Embalming the scenes and the panorama around the self in destruction,
Ask one where has this lead to and what is that dirty backyard construction,

The brute force within, the aftermath and capture of the feathers,
Orbiting forever the reality inside the brain and not the captivity of the lies,
For what lies inside the mortal and the habits that are never justified,
Binded by the motionless swings of the time, outrun the insanity of Lovers.

Pin Cushion

No matter the apple is ripe it is bitter in the end,
Tinkles of wine on the forehead and the mood is in swing my friend,
Love is in the air, the nerves are ever so pumped,
The innocent, heart, the true never knew of the later grindings,

Fragilities hit upon the tree birch and the leaves fell,
On to the grass trying to rot under the shadows of entrusted love,
Kept lying around the seeds of the fallen fruits around the well,
Shattered to the core like the fluttered wings of the dove,

Heavy price paid, to shed off the burdens sailing in the salted emotions,
Cushioned the pins thrusted promised to handle covered by hard earned situations,
Snap of the finger and the promise to live and die, ended too soon,
Unnoticed it went, deemed as mistake, deliberate the actions you were the fool,

Could feel the sweetness on the tongue, unable to handle its effects,
There were a few roses left in the garden, all had come with some or the other defects,
No room for rush at the bottom of the cliff, too crowded with the bodies,
Wish you had kept things pure and not landed in the state of sorries.

Loose Endings

Harder than the rock and weaker than the air,
Once you experience the enormity you won’t know its flare,
Binged by the stupid discussions forever,
Let’s end the topic right here, instead of sitting in the moment full of stares,

Pull up the windows and the frames; let the light flow in,
Too soft and too slow the movement is so heavy inside like a sin,
Nearest of the dreams and the distant visions seem full of life,
Scared to throat the fall of the dominos and the razor edge sharp knife,

The cave had set on him by the signal flare he shot high above,
Events started as prophesized to fall on him,
His hands were caught without the gloves,
Burnt by the burden more the heat, not so tired but shaken up sorry hymn,

Tighten the grip and drop loose the defective grip,
Life is full of short moments made to thrill,
Laughter and pride, the chants of the monks, to that blood drip,
Alone or together, hunt forward with pride and speed, as there is no time to kill.

Might or Mistake

Crossroads, the journey has just begun, not to pull down,
Moving up on the hill, don’t let the heart be concealed,
Keep the feelings deeply stuffed inside that withered patched up gown,
Mangoes or the apple orchards seemed the same rest he was just afraid,

The snow fall had just begun; winter seemed on the step,
Blues started ringing in the ears, fell on the covers of the trees,
Cried out long, pasted within the walls of his conscious banging the door,
Was he trapped in the bars, or stuck behind his own prolonged demands,

Feeble his footsteps out of the patchy yet so gloomy farm,
The events were openly listed for him to verify his deeds and his lost charm,
Reprimanded almost at every certainty by others for his thought,
There wasn't a single moment or a moment for his glory to be caught,

Not a single debt to be paid, free from all the mortgages on hi head,
Recalled and rebuffed, unafraid without any threats, his arms were wide spread,
Deep within the silence of the herds and the sweet melody of the birds,
He laid the voice of his own, to be kept safe, from the rest never to be heard,

Tailing The Circle

Creeping slowly inside hollow trying to fill,

It’s like you are back to the same landslide down the hill,

Attempts to lunge and plunge into the fresh waters no matter,

Carrying the dirt along at the end eventually shatters,

What it feels to lay low to be risen back again,

Is it the same that tends to drag you down back to the summer rains,

Cover up, or patching up the bruised up tracks,

Let them heal in the open, else they will leave dirty patchy cracks,

Emotional bliss, to the heavy winds to find that gentle kiss,

Lost in the deepest of the translations avoiding the contact,

Running in circles, catching up the tails trying to overcome the attack,

It won’t end so soon, reach to the root and you will find no room,

Hold out to the hand, lead in to the cliffs to the shore,

Waiting the boat to sailing waters leading to the destination,

Rescuing the running blood in your body from the state of desperation,

Unknowing, knowingly the battle will be won at the end, with the highest score.              

The Book

The streets are filled with colors of lights and that of joy,
The children are waving at the time, to cherish it in times of coy,
Its the book keeper marking every step and every note that stitches the pages,
All has been set and done, from sinners to the sages,

The writer took off in hurry to put down what he had noted,
Everything around seemed to him like a short form of his life’s history,
Into the ancient walls he had been plastering over and over again,
Deemed to lose at the end eventually called out for the profits with no gains,

The infinite bringing in the lights of the sun shades,
The rising fire flies i had besieged, and for what I had raised the flag,
The dangerous beckoning of the natures calls,
Finally the mortal cried about the money and the numerous cravings,

Hanging by the thread, this moment,
Fragile at the end, highly threatened,
Pick your lines carefully weighing their gravity,
Or else you'll quickly lose your sanity.

Monetary Faith

Forever young and golden the ages we pretend to fall into,
It never ceases to amaze the trickery it presents impromptu,
No religion no caste binds people in a way money binds,
Faith put on top of other forever scrutinizes and make you blind,

In the quest for faith and super-stitched-stitions ,
No pride filled with utmost possessions, attest the show off notions,
Easy to pull off the demoted convictions,
Rising on top of the rested attachments held for too long to become abrasions,

Falling into the hands of the healthy greedy,
put under rest and empty handed are the rightful needy,
Movement on the run forever to the mountains in search for the shelter,
Reason after everything and nothing that’s what been left to cherish,

Painting the walls red, the sun wasn't to bright for the color,
To the night, where the milkyness of the moon had its own flavor,
Breeding out of everyone existing under the false shadows is not easy,
Run by the priests to the people; work undone by all too breezy,

Be-Moaned

Deep in to the finest of lands I landed,
Into the finest of the cravings I confined,
To trust the bindings that caught me within.
They are the embedded separating infinites,

Tough calls, heavy clocks, in the midst of the routine,
Tackling them all and handling and trying to be evergreen,
Forcing the path along the road to fit in it,
Everything had to be done very quickly, time was very swift.

Vocal and unfocussed the divine efforts that he had to put,
Submerged inside the hideous nature deep this had started to rust,
Peppered and garnished the full fledged movements deep lying,
There was not a single movement that fell and yet he kept trying,

In the shortage of the short time spans that led to the cramps,
Unadulterated the feelings and emotions fueled up the glory lamps,
Insight and the folklore sought many millions miles he lived to hear,
His was one of those to be adored and deemed by the rest as the frontier.

Heaven's Tears

The heavens poured their precious tears,
Upon the thirsty dried baked earth,
I looked to see the tiny droplets,
That to the flowers gave them rebirth,

They sparkle like a diamond,
But their worth to life is greater than,
For no diamond has for us served life,
Like heaven's tears do for a man,

I see the flowers that seem to smile,
And watch the grass before me grow,
The only part of this I dread,
For soon its time again to mow,

The boats, that on the dock, stack to the ground,
Will now be heard as the motors roar,
I know not why the heaven's cried,
Yet happy for their tears once more....

Stepping Forward

Finally stepped out of the fortress to enter the grounds,
it wasn't easy to march forward with so many hounds,
to tackle them dangers, needed a lot of courage,
Me and energy after all these years had come out of age.

Ignominy of being the one who left the place standing,
many were behind him to punish and do his branding,
Nevertheless with the support of the soul and the heart,
marked every step with faith he had restored and again crafted the start,

Failure, success, boundaries or imaginary staircase to the clouds,
all were built upon the power of what he held at his will and was just proud,
knocking at every door, every corner in search for the hand,
all he could find was nothing and the color of his surroundings were bland ,

Deemed to rise, and destined to succeed, was not a giver,
every moment of horror and cold he fought and did not shiver,
every single glory he leapt on to and was not the coward,
it was the his step forward and the risk that was forever honored.

Blank Trapped Senses

Paved the road out of the tracks,
there was a lot of black to fill in between those cracks,
fidgeting out of the way very small pieces of rocks,
they had to replaced many new ones just like fresh building blocks,

Cannot define in the moment, what has done,
justice was never served in hell, heaven was not the one,
anonymity strike heavy upon those iron ores,
the sail had just begun, there was a lot of time to reach the shore,

The chorus of the few sang out of many,
the draught was widespread, just like the bees without the honey,
echoing from the far lands of the living,
no one was ready to care, and no one was so ever caring,

To the shop, down the narrow lanes and the gates,
Saw a woman, staring, standing without a face,
Countless visions struck the seer,
unfortunate to find out that there were no peers.

Rare Life

Perfect, the distant, from the incomplete,
the yard has nets ready and loaded, yet the fishes were obsolete,
Strings of many and the things of few,
shipping things out of the hands, just like the leaf dew,

Pebbles struck beneath the strong currents,
There were no nothing left in the lake the rocks were blunt,
Left were the remains of the bland flavor of what was dead,
Life was very rare, on which time had fed,

Magnified into the mystical diversity of the found,
life was running after, barking, screaming just like a hound,
journey was too long to be felt on the road,
they were the obstacles, jumping like hiccups in the throat,

The trip had just ended, waiting for another to come,
it was the fight that led to the spark for the revolution,
many came up to the wall, but the brave ones were of the slum,
Nothing was new, something was special, life was rare in every generation.

Squeezing In

Long wait, the wind fell on the clouds to widen the gaps,

The time had passed by numb and undead just enough to be deemed as dead,

Dormantly sitting only memories were the left on which it could fed,

Risen again, back to hold up the handle left untouched perhaps,

 

Silent were the footsteps on the steep hill,

The work now left to be done only had no time to kill,

All it mattered the efforts and the motive for it had to be completed,

Losing neither was the option, nor could be rejected,

 

Stifled by the facts the things didn’t budge from their places,

Yet there was a slight hesitation there, that it tried to squeeze in,

Soon to realize and see, like always there waiting many faces,

And of all times this time, the space left was very thin,

 

Had to break the rust, the cold, shatter the ice to move ahead,

This time was different, the force behind every step was another,

Gushing along were the winds of straightened proportions mixed with strong emotions,

In search for the victory led the destiny and carved out the postponed sensations.

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.

Retributions

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.

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,

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.