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.

360

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.

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.

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 3

Realization

Bring down the mountain of THE unrealistic dream

The sooner you realize the lesser you scream

Pipeline the burning enigmatic rage within you

Because you are left with nothing except those melting hours.

Past time routines won’t save you from the burdened activities

You have to find loopholes within those transparent fragilities.

Rise up and bring down the mole hill till you reach the end

And try to find the answers before you stop calling him a friend.

Barking dogs and wandering flees will count the freedom

And on that day you will mark an end to your ‘Boredom’.

Last verse, last lines and the beginning of the end

You try to disfigure the passion of those binding chimes.

Marching Orders

Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds,
everything was not so complex as a flock of herds,
life was never that easy as it is hasty,
the flow of events turned out to be nasty.

Spilled coffee on the teak,
life was flowing at its maximum peak,
movement of every single entity around me,
could feel the flow of every drop of blood gushing through thee.

Burst car tyres, bent rim, shattered glasses,
life flashed in front of me in few moments,
mind has lost its synchronisation with the brain,
things have slowly started flowing down the drain.

Teardrops, like the perennial raindrops was a sight,
life was turning , running like a turbulent flight,
dropped the coffee mug, shattered , scattered,
kept everything, every second of the spent life aside.

Marched forward away from the abnormalities of those formalities,
far away in those jungles high above without any tragedies,
the smile was back in those peaceful surroundings,
missing was NOW the hustle bustle tangled boundings.

End was near, not yet close but not so far either,
torn clothes were better than the ripped soul I had,
puzzle was complete so was the destiny's marching orders,
it could have been easy if those sane moments could've been pondered.

"Mortals block their emotions in such a way as,
Birds flock their feathers in a motion."
--Nishant (19/01/11)

Utopic Illusions of a Baby

Rain drops scatter my imaginations around the blades of the windmill,

They slowly churn away the wind as they sway away under their flawless motion,

The drops trickle down the blades as a magical potion,

These small prisms spread themselves throughout the greens as a free will.

Blends under the shadow of the trees,

Those finest dried leaves those are free,

Crushed under the finest whispers of laughter,

They find themselves deep beneath the graves of thee dead.

Undone by his deeds, found a way to freedom,

Broke those chains to move him away from the boredom,

Wandered to new horizons in search for new sensations

He had a motive to fulfill his life's frustrations

Sleep deprived, rumbling, rustling walking alone in the streets,

Was a man, with no desire, desire for success,

Under the ever moving sky was his never moving head down,

Just to find those crushed leaves bringing them back to the ground.

Anonymously carried himself through the hustle of the towns

Realized beneath the shade of the happiness there were many convincing frowns

Simplified his emotions to meet the needs of the protest,

Walking down those materialistic streets was just like a test

Surreal yet it may seem, deemed as crazy by the rest,

His demeanor was as hard as a rock,

For the miles forged under his feet he had to bear many shocks

Closure, without the joy or pain, he painted his road to his identity

The final destiny, the final moment, magical

Yet it may seem, was his final frontier, yet so simple

Utopia, his elixir of life, which he kept searching for,

Happiness and sorrow kept burdening him all the way along,

Yet he found a way to move on and on and on.......