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.

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

Warmth

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.

Feedback

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...

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.

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.

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.......

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,....

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....

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.

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.

Heartbeat

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.

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.

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

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?”

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,