Fame Game

Undivided attention, the hideous characters mark the road,
The wheels give way to the creatures crawling and the death seems too cold,
No wonder the weather seemed so much jaded,
The colors and light of the city and people are faded,

Dust rolls up the alleys, dried up left alone deserted,
The daylight is heavy, yet no one is left affected,
No one rings a bell, the rest seem to lay in the pool mourning,
Crying over the demise of their soul, happy with their petty earnings

Dig it up, the answers, the reason, those brought you here,
You are the problem, the 'soul'-ution is with you to share,
Nudge out of the small creaks to catch the early sunlight,
Don't be afraid to take the step and get ready for the fight,

March on to the top, blow the horn and begin the game,
Gulp down the moment that may sprinkle over you pinch of shame,
Because you are not alone waiting to be heard and paid,
You are just another one of his creation fighting the rest for the distant fame.

Re-Structuring

The masters of the seas and the sun,
Inside the broken branches lies hidden my gun,
I might try to keep it away from me,
I am not propelled, it just the feeling of being free,

Loud noises and hidden cravings beckon the animals,
The woods worry me; the misty winds bring my spine to a crackle,
The bottle and a pipe in hand, nights feel like light,
With the soft guitar and moon by my side I am ready for the flight,

Far away from the shallow roars of the world,
Let there be no one for me to be heard,
For this night and the next night to be followed,
I am fresh and ready waiting for my soul to be swallowed,

Heavy and those ineffective distant dreams, full of sorrows,
Re-structure your thoughts; come out of the deep dead wallows,
All the stabs and their still open wounds remind me of the love,
Crush the penchants left behind, and aim for the sky above.

The Lost Cause

Deep regrets and sorrow, blame yourself to land in the emotions you borrowed,
A new life or the one perished, mean nothing, filled with hot air and dried tears,
Depth and the shallow heart felt sorries won’t budge the soul,
It’s the lost cause of love and the troubled heart has lost the war with the mind,

Disturbed and stretched, misunderstandings lead on to the brick pelted from the wall,
Move out of the way, leave no trail, the shadow remains to be faded away,
Headlines burst open the eyes and pops out a new fresh tear until another vanishes,
Tried to be the one, but forgot the count after the one had changed,

Pin pricked and dusted away from the so called closed bond, harsh and bitter,
Out of control and lost in the game played between us, left a strong jitter,
Man with the gun, said to himself, you'd run out of bullets, drop it,
A waste of an idea to be pondered nonetheless, was a complete misfit,

Bury the past to live the present for the distant future to come,
Trippy was the ride, misconception of a fool, riddled across the soul,
Fell blind in the eyes, seemed to never come back until to realize the big hole,
Hurt as many times in the notion of love to uproot its dwelling from my home.

Face or Haze

Tremendous energy the rock hit the bottom without a noise,
These many miles covered under the attack of the aging wisdom without a choice,
Final the respite offered by the poor to the rich under the culted belt,
There are options in life and there are things no one can't do without help,

Singing to the rhythms of the never unheard beats upbeats the harmony of life,
Scoop up with the marching on off the real bites of the tragedies that hit you,
Vulnerable the thoughts that pulled up in the time that caught up within the straight frame,
Bended them with the burdens of the reality and color them with black white hues,

Drained every bit of the fashion left in to cover the real with the unreal,
A lot of wood was burnt to keep the body warm and the air was ever so surreal,
Inside the rear, the back stage of the store, were kept the tool left to be explored,
No one to try and no one to hide, there were many yet few of them had the time to get floored,

Moving out of the deep mystery of what to do and what had been done,
The selfish and free, all had the same test just waiting to be run,
In few moments, carving the flow and soon the light lit up the the room filled with them all,
There was nothing left in haze, there were faces that always kept leaving the same hall.

Endless Wait

Directing the moments into a better direction, launched a mission just to win her love back,
Been a fool a million times, lost out on opportunities that paved way and made more cracks,
Crop circles or the candy floss, the sugar never tasted so bitter the day I felt your gap,
I know you've heard this from me a lot before, baby I am not a fake, for my love is true,

Lines drawn crooked and the circles rounded just like a wind breeze,
Come back to my arms, let me make up for the things I've done and let that moment freeze,
Crawling through the streets fighting my own shadow in search for the you,
Trust me give me a chance I’ll be your stamp and you be my glue

For me I am serving a justified pain and suffering under my burning skin,
After and after the one I see is you and you, please forgive me for my sin,
I’ll be your man, just come of the grays and never let us go into the big gloom,
My voice, my breathe, my soul is crying every moment to be with, to be your groom,

Pulled to the ends, the roped stretched and etched my life, be the scarlet of my life,
Trigger to my head, I don't know what will I do without you and my failed existence,
I will reach out to you at every corner, every blind turn I can get to you, for I am too persistent,
Be the bliss, I have erased every glitch, for the page I turn now is blank without you my love.

Petition for Love

Notifications, desperation and the wealthy yet so filthy imaginations of the destitute,
Never imagined will land in the sand so quick and submissive,
Insightful however are the ideas of development may it be the love of his,
It wasn't enough for the spider web he spun along with it poisoned his own creative gift.

How fast time flies pretends the events never fired and trimmed the real meaning of power,
Funny thing about that is the punch and crunch lies safe within us for the time is the carrier,
Spectacularly the brightness lit the whole room enough to blind for the heavy drapes were falling,
The pain and the surprise all were like the mixed pack of various cigarettes ready to burn up,

Face up, the consequences of what he had done, dropped the glass and shattered pieces,
Walking the life on the brim line he made for himself, hoping to catch her again,
Every feeling, the last drop of that shattered glass had the purest love he possessed,
For the disgust that brought him threw him more and more away from her,

An image of the best he could ever dreamt of, the way she had always been with him,
He cried for nights to forget the days, the way she kept up and adjusted, he was amazed,
For it’s not too late to file a petition to win her love back,
For the time left, let's make it a beautiful place to live in filled with memories to save and die for.

Reality

Pretty much high to note that how fast the time flies,
We have moved too far to catch upon the butterflies sitting on our backs,
Love and the catch that follow after it are the turn and burn of the soul,
It’s just a phase, hold on and try to grab my wings, I’ll be cool.

Tell me what you want to say, more than trying to be afraid,
Pull my hair, and raise the flag too high to get me to the deepest grave,
Millions miles may wonder the journey we put to rest,
There are very few in this world ready and build to give this big test,

Picture perfect moments we've spent, to the jinxed glories we've have sensed,
It’s all the righteous and the absolute defined in the books,
So what we fought and cried, the crops are always dried before they are tried,
Governed by the love we spun, there was nothing more and nothing less to hide,

Strict to the love, spent under the shades of the twisted demons of past,
Cover and degrade the burnt pages of the stupid files, boom and blast,
Catch my reflection, jump and sling on the branches spun for you,
Fly with patience to the heavens, for our love is always true,

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.