Hypnotic Blasphemy

Stoned to the ground, head still handing high in the sky and uptight,
Last night exorcism, and the flapped wings inside the kindled brain,
Amused the stares of the various onlookers on that stage,
Darling, you’ve set the world on fire, time to fringe the shinning’s and hold on to your refrains.

Demise of the shooting star in the backyard of your dreams,
Run out of the closet because you can only hear the screams,
If the dryness is too much for you to cling on to,
Bulge to the edge of the river of love you've kept hidden, and move into that sweet flow,

Hypnotic blasphemy that’s what you call the events when they turn around facing you,
Forget what you have loved too many times and the colors and the hue,
Snowflakes like the trickling time that ticks in finite infinities of the closed bridges and spaced walls,
Avenge the forbidden savior, your soul, your creed and rise from those many and countless free unwanted falls,

Streets were full of the candies and the cottons and the frills with the fake thrills,
Realize the gravity of the conspiration this world brings forward in front of you to tarnish the reality,
For the rest the shinning’s and the glitters is nothing but a sake of formality,
On the other hand, the beckoned call, mist uncovered from your eyes you can hear the shrill,

Wonder the thunders and astounded blunders that you have made and frisked the time,
Hi, I am you and you can see beyond me, out lasting the shaved grass on the garden of your fort,
Rained and rained and felt like drained, stood out for the mast, the ship has now sailed,
Assassinate the repudiated conventions of the destructively past and let your name be hailed.

A Bagful of Sand

The vicious eyes lead to the nerve endings that carve out your brain,
You tend to end up yourself drowned in that narrow drain,
Don’t restrain and muscle out your way out of bewilderment and not refrain,
Hold me let’s get together and walk in that soaking rain,

Circling around the circles that pull out your hair till they screech out every chord of yours,
Picturing the insinuation caused by the heavy desperate call out of your name,
Can’t stand or walk, move behind the back of your shadow that’s all what you think,
Don’t cover your path and move out of the way and make way for all the burdens of shame,

Justify every movement, every revolution you've put against yourself to fight,
It's nothing but a plea to move out in the shades and begin a new unprecedented flight,
Twist the mirror look above and into the sky and give a stare to your eyes,
Chuckle knuckle and brace up you will lead yourself in the tunnel full of light,

Knees weak, bone cracked, head strong, made a great positioning out of the rough foot marks,
Ride it till you can, there always a limit to the end of what you will reach one day,
Boost up, blood shot and high, get ready for everything because they are the sharks,
Light up the deep blue seas and the deep abyss with your enormity and leave everyone in dismay.

Humpbacked

Windy, rusted, woke up the morning like a Camel in a desert,
Perfectly cameoflagued, the color wont show its presence neither its efforts,
Rounded and grounded evry step was catious and made out of risk,
Eyes wide open, jotted down every sun ray and the searched for predators in every sand he frisked,

Soon he reached the Oasis, what he thought, turned out to be a moat,
Filled with dirt and dead predators, skeletons, sight, unsighted, could feel the desperation of the throat,
Still walking, what god had gifted him, stradled on, to far unfair visions,
Skin and bones, ripped, but the spirit still high and unknown to the wavy horizons,

Whomsoever you meet, greet and then retreat, are full of surprises and strange misdeeds,
Covering the faces they bear within their shadows is a very well disguised feed,
Move away and not run, because one day you will land up in their own creed,
The world is full of fury and anger, the unrest is the justified soul bearing all but the solid hollowness of thee,

Left alone at the end, no matter what all boundings he may have had,
There was no emotion, no feeling left in him, and couldnt be deemed as sad,
The more he tried the more he fought and the more he felt like lost,
It all came down to meanings and expressions, and the moments in which he used to get caught,

Touch

Skinned, uncovered emotions, fragile now and cant make a sound,
forced to, unforcefully, had to touch the ground,
The world had enough room, and I was not the only one,
Better I took the chances and marched on, than to rest and felt undone,

Its not too late, a lot of ground has yet to be covered under these heels,
Met a stranger and life changed, supersonic, I started to feel,
Curtained the prevailing curtailing, and waited for the dust to settle,
Wow, unplanned and sudden, it came in grabs, and I motioned the shuttle,

Drinks, cigarrates, happy times, showed me to live in the living,
Past seemed like a distant nightmare, no, felt it like a unjustified forgiving,
Bliss, sleepless nights, smile, felt so distant, could now feel it mine,
All to express and none to crave, body felt like reached THE shrine,

Alive, pumping, want to rest, the wrongs became right, and was love struck,
Touched, yet to be, heard, million times, the craving, you left me on the string,
Come back soon, I am waiting, the doors are opened and eyes are wide for you ring,
Take me away from there, I am sitting and waiting for you till the end of this rhyme.

The Door

You crave for pain, and you think you have reached the hell,

Blasphemy, crude, immorality, you just ringed the bell,

The door hasn't opened in front of you yet,

Wait for it, it will come out and show you the rest,

Amazing the face of immortals, the defiance yet the humility,

Mixtured with the appropriate reactions and the instense gravity,

Welcomes inside the portal throught THAT door,

Every step I made, every muscle I flexed I could see myself on the mirror

Enter the courtroom that led to the cold and dusty graveyard,

Laid on the floor, disturbed, cobbled and wobbled stones resting on roses in the boulevard,

Now that has gone and won't ever return read the lines, clouded,

Where am I and the place so not rusted yet so murky, without any crowd.

Silence, shaky peace and disturbed silence, a fragile moment wanting to explode,

Felt like the life balanced on every size of shapes that are seen and are about to erode,

Plunge and not drown, the thoughts were flowing too deep and fast,

It was nothing but a place where our lives were placed and were being draft.

Limitless

Finally, the cage has opened and the beast has unleashed,

The car stopped at the doors and the brakes could be heard under the miles screeched,

Hi, mentor me, read my mind and call out to the destiny,

I won’t ever loathe you, neither your possessed gravity,

Take me higher, pause in between the lines, stars beckon me,

Spree out in the deep ocean of love to the forbidden thee,

Silenced under the forsaken brevity of the dirty riding souls of the past,

Shadow the grave and walk past by the lost uncovered face of the mask,

Action figures, pick out, freak out, and move,

Two past midnight, ride the freaking bus, to the edge of the cliff,

The brakes applied were too stiff,

Cry out and reach towards the end of the point and push it till you feel the groove

Do you like it, the ripened slice of the bite you took?

Can you recall every moment and the blinded emotions you shook?

Proper or improper insanity of you, the implicit awakening,

I’ll take you the edge of the tunnel and far, give me a hint and it'll be straightened,

Traits of a Fool

Bed sheet totally unwrapped covered the timeline,

Listen my friend; I've been searching for you till the end,

You have been gone for so long, to that unfollowed trend,

Picture this; it was the miraculously free, sojourn end,

The snake's eyes with the everlasting cold glare,

I wish i could fill them with some fulfilling flair,

Lust was the enigma of that crawler, but lost on to her mistress,

Covered himself with the sharp aroma his soul, just to ride on her high spirit.

Bring me to light and give me that freedom, beyond those sand dunes,

Fire and agony won’t keep me from relieving that pain that i have carried for so long,

This journey won’t end, until you have realized the true meaning of the words,

The words I’ve been looking in those snakes eyes.

Burdened by the nature's advice and cradle,

Those woods are always running after you to hold and grab you in the so called softness,

That deceiving softness is nothing but a simplified form of a mystique,

Fringed in between the small holes, trap the sunlight in the widened layers.

The Last Rites

Let the priest take me to the last rider,

I will wait for the sun ride upon me and I will take it to the last stride,

How much will I cover my tracks to the center of the gravity,

And the last of the rituals and I will define the events and its brevity,

Every drop of sins I have done, and the formations,

The sinner has finally beckoned my call to the destiny,

Hallelujah, and the deepest grief and all the finest streaks,

I am the one till the last one of the final frontier, I AM the freak,

I won't call out your name, neither the last rite,

Moments of plunder and disaster, every drop of my blood I will fight,

Fortifications of every wall, and the until I reach the fizz,

The ooze of the emotions of the commotions, you are insane,

Hi, you are the immortal, rising from the unborn ashes of the risen,

Expand your horizons and call out his name,

Every shot of expressions you have caught, the glory and the fame,

Well, catch a glimpse, pop out and until you realize you are dead and you all are but a GAME...

Birthday Gift To My Mum.

Mother

Mentor Of The Heart & Eternal Redemption

Fine achievements, great descriptions, and varied imaginations,

All are true but fail against one entity; god created her and gave us inspiration,

Mother, a soft notion, a soft word, hit amongst every generation,

What a best way to say Happy Birthday Sangeeta Mohan,

A long journey, a start you took, from a small house to this big store,

Responsibilities and headed everything that came your way and things to explore,

Faced every hard ship one could imagine and can wonder still stood strong,

Lost a lot of things at a very fresh age, had to cover many miles singing the same song,

Moved to a new place, new faces and a new life, and you gave one,

Makes me wonder, the way you managed everything and handled me, took all in a great fun,

Wind blew in all sorts of direction; still you fought and stood still,

A person like can never go down and will always remain at the top of every hill,

I stand here narrating every word, because of you, and the life you gave I am living,

You have taught people around you to bind everything in the strongest of the strings,

For me my god, you are there, and you will always be worshipped as the supreme,

If all anything I could do in this lifetime, is to fulfill all of your incomplete dreams.

Love

Your Son.

The Long Road

Distant dreams, small, big, still the blurred cloud,

The fool moved on to the beckoned vision wearing the pure shroud,

Long journey ahead, and the revolution couldnlt see awaiting him,

The path he was boarded on had the lights soft and were dim,

Riding all alone, with the covered scenario waiting to get uncovered in a flash,

The outcomes that he faced struck him in a dash,

Waited at certain points patiently, grabbing the support of the fallen trees slowly,

Presented himself with the deep pain uptight and very closely,

Now knowning the road he was on the path he chose, hard,

Covered himself with the cold shield of faith and teared apart shroud,

Blinding lights and the false impression caught his glance and the heartbeat,

He wondered is it the way or I was deliberatly led to this wrong street,

End of the night, dawn of a new day, broke all the unseen rusted shackles,

Switched on the parallel imagination that got caught between moments of blurredness,

Got back and dragged back to the ever so pureness that was lost and slipped out,

Marched on forward without looking back in the mirror for the expenses he had to shout,

It was just a phase that passed on by, and built castle of his dreams and desire,

Desire which he found out on the long road he took ,and the learnings he learnt.

It was the satisfaction that showed him life,

And the emotions that would have had him completely burnt.

Diminutive Infinity

Flashes of pinching turbulence all over the body and the efforts made,

Running divine with the washed feet and dusty hair, trodden walk, afraid,

Catch up with the flow of the ongoings, and the serial bindings,

You may lose out on the chance for the moment and the emotions to capture the holy windings,

Hi, do you recognize me, I am you, the lost cause of your dangerous liaisons,

Amazed, isn’t it, why are aren't you the one who used to capture the leaves in every seasons,

Blow out of proportion, shut out completely, unrested, stand against yourself and not the wall,

Rotten and shredded, rusted no one can save you from this free fall,

Best interests and catchy phrases, tried to reconcile those efforts and finally your soul,

Miser, you don't realize you are only making a new hole in that whole,

Walk, run, move, and shift nothing can stop from getting dragged out,

Try and revive yourself one last time and give in your best shot to shout,

Withered, but not dead, take a chance and pull up the gears,

Handle yourself and bury every single of your fears,

Transition, movement, or call it the revolution, life has got a meaning so do you,

Take a stand, remember every name and the emotions, and grab the widened hue,

The tracks never end so does the miles, ride on to the journey,

Feel the pain, differentiate, eradicate and drink down every drop of the sweet poison you get,

This time you yourself are the driver of your punctured vessel, break down every sweat,

Glance left, glance right, and move forward, with every nerve of the eye on the road,

The moment you start counting the miles, is the moment you lose track of the events,

for every that had been done, there is no time to take a break, and look back at the advents,

The time the lips make an upward movement, hit the accelerator, let go of the wheel,

Things will soon start fall into places, and you yourself would feel the onset of an endless zeal,

Locked, set and aim now what the scene has been set, the lost sight is back,

Straighten up, re breathe and put every book back in that rack,

Now when the puzzle slowly and slowly fall in to respective positions,

Think back and laugh on those moments and emotions that showed feeble desperations,

Traded every bit off the soul to the devil for a that inch of piece, you were left weak,

Now that learnt the trick of the trade, beckon every one of your demons, fight and don't freak,

Peace is all now that revolve around the forces of your entire entity,

You are the sole source, the creator, the founder of the immense power of INFINITY.

Light & Easy

Pleasure, every moment, you carry a smile,

Let the reflex on your face reflect the length of the Nile,

Glory and joy will always bring you plenty of time,

You'll never have any time for the sinful crimes,

Why do you connect to the sorrows of life,

When you can take every joyful stride,

Mortal, the more you fall in the cliff,

the more your life gets stiff,

Sadness has never brought smile to the face,

And all it does it keeps your success on very high stakes,

Why, why, why, you have to lose out to the sorrows,

When there are other good things to chew and not to swallow,

Feelings die, but the heart still remains a vault,

Try not, but to give a shot, it's not always your fault,

Accept it my friend, you are a gift in this short journey,

Fight for every smile, every smallest thing will become light and funny.

Less Pride

You play in the park, under the sun,

All you think about is carrying the fun,

Far away the flight catches you,

Inside those demons are fired craves,

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,

And you'll die learning the life's skin,

Grave beneath the shadow lies,

Of those we trusted and for those we played with our lives,

Help me understand the substance of truth,

No one can run up to the hill to that brute,

For which far away he threw his baggage,

There was nothing left but an uncalled handle,

Wonder lusted years, glory moment,

Washed away under the seas currents,

For whom you died never felt the hunger,

For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.

Hard Target

Patience, nerves, panic, struck by all these notions,

and all we are stuck in the quicksand, and keep falling in ocean of emotions,

plans, targets all quickly die out to the burden,

no one ever tries to think through the far and out mysteries,

desperately try to wash away the so unwanted sins,

which are now laden deeply in your skins,

the process tries to glitch out everything that has left in you,

move out, and try to fit yourself in other's reality and shoes ,

rehabilitate, rejuvenate, heavy but will lighten the mind,

sanity has never helped the humanity, and neither will do good to you, unless you unbind,

look inside the mirror, and come out on the other side,

its only then you will reach the place where there are no rules to which you have to abide,

click the button and restart and tune the final adjustments,

enough has been done to layer the ever so absorbing endowments,

time has come to pay off every single of the depths you owe,

rise up and recollect and give them a sweet yet the final blow.

Afterglow

Sorry, thank you, blinded by these emotions,

man can never come out of the formalities and see through light,

formal insanity, thats what it is based on a sorry plight,

stuck in this myriad of life, move out else you will be stuck in the heavy commotion,

moving with the crowd, cold, flowing, no heading directions,

life is all stuck in a frame, and you stop paying attention,

hurt, unhurt more or less the same, the feeling goes away,

all in one, one in all, life is in a complete disarray,

what all takes to smile, a deep thinking or just a flex,

give it a shot, it all about the right reflex,

this is not the end, its just the beginning, a sweet change beckoning,

give a shot and move towards those blind openings,

reaching towards the far ended store, tired yet alive,

breathe in and out, you slowly begin to glide,

smiling was never tough, it was the tears that were so easy to flow,

Darling, were you lost, I always wanted to capture that afterglow....

The Killing

Bulky, heavy, yet so crafty, out of the league,

wind blowing under the dusty rusty shanty car wheels,

falling out of pieces, crawled on to the surface to regain self,

killer stood by me, evil smile, waiting to put an end to the rest,

opened the door, took out the gun, pulled the trigger,

I saw, smiled and took a breath for the end and started to shiver,

strange, surprising, yet so true, the bullets were out of his gun,

he fell down, shot himself, and felt this was all just but fun,

puzzled by the turn of events, moved on, opened the door,

surprised to see, pieces of papers, letters, and flowers lying on the floor,

miss misery, wow, lover gone crazy, walking on the streets, seeking redemption,

this was the only way he could relax and find no seek nobody's attention.

destitute, desperate, or unlucky soul, whatever could have had been the story,

the poor man, looked like was crazy in love and it couldn't be his history,

sad, he lost what he had once, and now he lost himself,

time is such a slim candle that burns out quickly with a flick of handful of events.....

New World Order

accepting what has been done and what has to come,

keep falling in the ditch, and dont wait for the outcome,

too heavy and deep you will find no one there,

if you look up above, there will be a millions stares,

blinded by the slimmed openings of the shining jetpack,

the fall is too strong, dont try to tighten your slacks,

catch on to the bended, yet so slender twigs,

one needs to find safe haven and stop pretending you are not hit,

once you reach there, youll see a whole new trance,

life will be so different that you will learn how to dance,

humming, strumming, drumming, a lot of new passions,

free falling out of the way you'll get to know new fashions,

set pieces, creepy crawlies never to disturb anymore,

life will be neat, and new things will start coming to the store,

adjustments, disruptments, stop mattering, once you have seeked it,

its not about the nirvana , its about the way how you ve reached it.

Ribbed Stiffness

Impact of what has hit you still remains,
safety, surprised, afraid, wait for it, it is all stained,
trembling but still standing on to the pillars that bind,
you are the best I could in this whole world ever find,

wilderness, randomness, strangled, crawled out of the field,
slowly and slowly started to develop my own shield,
raised and grazed everything that came my way,
I declare myself and to the world that I am here to stay,

Danger, no danger ever has been lurking, ill be ever riding on the edge,
don't try to hold me ill stay safe on that same old ledge,
anticipation of the best to come out of the worst,
the feeling you get when you stay cold and then you burst,

answer the call those beckon you to the astounding light,
board on and don't miss that flight,
the driver is too strong to loose on to the weak bindings,
pack on my friend, and carry the face, and you will start to look for the new findings,

the destination has come, time to settle and stamp your way to the ground,
show them what you have achieved and finally found,
want to feel the sweet victory and to make history??
hold my hand and i will write a new damn story.

Satisfaction

significant, yet so demeaning, the chord was not so weak,

uncover the cover of the shadow and try to reach to the peak,

funfilled soft candy has to melt everytime,

its all depends how you handle the timings of your selfish crimes,

eye catching, softening things are never sufficient to fill the needs,

man has ever lusted for all, improvises ever on his greeds,

ever looked in that glass called mirror with some magnitude,

find yourself and try to locate your hidden gratitude,

bright light always catch your attention, you fool,

you lose out on the darkness embedded within you, dont borrow the spoon,

lingering your way to the so called success, never rippen,

in this process you lose out yourself and start to frighten,

the movie is running, projecter won't stop running, have you really filled it,

intensify the emotions filled with the deepness lying inside you,

burn out every inch of the flesh youve got,

try to fill out every gap waiting to be furnished and dont stop.

Redemption Steps

Finally the call has been answered, the dialer has reached the beep,

as a matter of fact it never occured that he was himself the thee,

bent the ways like the shatterd rim of the reading glass,

I would still narrate every bit of the details of the golden history and its class,

Walking by the isle alone carrying my shoes in my hand,

rest of my people were sitting and merrying in those deep lying stands,

staring and rushing on that sand floor, with every grain slipping down,

turn around and every face is carrying a deep hidden frown.

Sunrays strike upon the hung over face lying on the beach, numb and free,

fanatic and busted moved up, crawled to feel the zeal of the cool water,

buttoned and stradled up, comforting every step up to the hill straight,

cottage, distant view, felt a life up there and a hope to rest finally and felt great,

With every step he took, every sweat he broke, was a shining light of hope,

condition getting worse slowly slowly turning into a state of dope,

the last step and his last breathe, a kick, a burst of energy, white dress, bare footed,

with eyes wide open couldnt believe the final step he took and the face he saw,

A glimpse and he fell, carrying a deep lying curious smile, yet so fragile,

every breathe, pulse in his body yet asleep was ever so agile,

with the stroke of the night summoned, so did his eyes opened to see the moon by his side,

crystal clear, deep, shine, and yet so innocent, he never felt love before neither the sense of pride,

Gained his senses to lose them again, spent nights reconciling his thoughts with the mystique,

never in his life struck something so quick to grasp in a flash victoriously,

healed, patched, finally on his feet with captivating another breathe of the other,

ran down the step with the same "ZEAL", to walk on the isle but not alone this time.