Feeble, weak, and the fragile, the road was set to be made,
The tress on the road side were about to blossom, imparting all their shade,
Brevity of the lifespan lead to the quick events and path was laid,
He who started the long journey was rendered afraid,
Could squeak in all the intelligence but made to look like a Simpleton,
Took the advice of the close ones and marched on to the gallery of emotions,
Dismissed all the learning’s he who could gather from the others who tried to help,
Didn’t bother what he was getting, because he thought he had everything and forgot the rest,
A road block and the pit, thought of the bindings of life, ruthless,
Blinded, couldn't think beyond to face more blocks, couldn't understand and was getting depressed,
Time to gather the pieces and search for the right answer as he thought and laid everything to rest,
Covered every advice and the expressions he received and marched forward to uncover and faced many tests,
For he realized the missed opportunities and the feeble bindings,
'Uprooted' the old path which he had followed to lay out his new and pure delayed findings,
Plain and the gloominess that so much eluded the happiness of the castle,
The knight had risen from the grave and the world will now witness the gin out of the bottle.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Lost and Found in Between Love
The stag walked in the rainforest covered with snow mistaken the surroundings,
Walked till reached the pool with shallow waters and thought about the shinning boundings,
Wandered here and there for the portal and the surreal strings that fed him with the existence,
No one was there any more, to mark the fact that he had lost his importance,
Stupid, exciting, floundering, and iced the sinister moments of moments were made,
Running wildly without a meaning, still like a shallow grave, no one to be afraid,
Imaginations flew and the memories had begun to flow in flashes of water gulps,
Suppressing, compressing, hunting down every false recipe that had been made out of the wrong pulp,
Soon as he walked every heavy footstep to the foot of the steep hill down,
Saw a beauty, or a dream, the unknown seemed known at the onset of a sweet catacomb and it was a new dawn,
Tripping, heavily, careful steps, burning the energy hardly for the softness he was about to witness,
Sparkle, shimmering, a hidden smile, met HER, the inevitable and possessor of a rare sweetness,
Surrounded by a recipe of love, all that she can offer every time, anytime, which he came to know,
Hazed by the ambience she pulled off with the enigma and the energy of the skin and bones and her afterglow,
It was getting harder to resist her, the impatience grew and the feeling started to fuse with his blood,
The hind was closing on to the stag deeply stag's deep and profound footsteps, to bring out the emotional flood,
The glance, the flare and the channel of fire that raged beneath them, unknowingly known to the species,
No pretence, no tension, no refrain, the indulge, the soft parade had begun, the pound of heart,
Both uncaged simultaneously, the pure animals, crazy, new found hormonal rush, without any intentions of a flirt,
From dawn to noon to dusk, the horns locked, the gentle sound, the mood swinged with the bloom of million daisies,
Snow melted, water flew, the rainforests had exploded and flooded with the much deserved affection,
The growing stones trembled under crumble of the thunder of the passion and rage they threw,
With the connection and touch, gave each other wings and with the sweet wind they flew,
Streets they roamed, cradled and swept the flow of time, so wanted this everlasting infection,
With the lions in the night, open and wandering, the couple rode on without any fear,
The love they possessed, nothing could even harm them and near or far, there was nothing they could hear,
They lit the dark with their light, and darkened the ever so surrounding mysteries that ever clouded the moonlight,
Cried, laughed, moaned, enjoyed, enjoyed every sweetness and bitterness together without any fright,
They were truly, madly and deeply lost and found in between the sweet potion called LOVE,
"You are mine, no You are mine", and they slept off to another night that went by watching the pond and the resting dove,
To the day to come, and to the hours to follow, to the days that swept by their side, and matched the sweat by sweat,
Breathe by breathe, heartfelt thumping beats, uncovered the sheets, the story written covering every single threat,
Wind Chimes, bell tolls, hundred flying above, chirpings in the sky, the sweet noise,
Destined to be together, a connection was made and a love story knitted without any choice,
Love, hatred, sorrow, joy, dismay, happiness, all in one bag, the sweet sorroundings,
They fullfilled the air around them with a notion of satisfaction and light yet smelted boundings,
Obnoxiously the maple leaves laid alleys were filled with the predators in the dark,
Woven cobwebs, setup for the tropical capture of the hind, all was going haywire in a spark,
The thought of losing the hind struck like a needle in the eye, avoided getting blinded by the sudden gush,
Empowered by the love, the energy and vitality, dismantled every possible threat in a rush,
"Oh, Love are you in Pain", with fury and rage i nhis eyes, covered with the soft cloud of grace and love,
The hind clambered up on to the stag, the moment, the emotions and the fear of separation frightened her,
Found a safe haven far ahead to relax and breathe in the anonymous yet scarce forest full of resting caves,
Spend the night here, in the rain, with no fear, best place to set up their conclave,
Time never concluded, nor did the spent seconds, from the many rising suns,
To all the pressed buttons, lets conquer every of our expectations,
Until the start to the last drop of the flavor of the end, close or far, the safe hidden treasures,
Walked, and smoothed and moved on till the end of the ends and the recaptivating everyday and its pleasures.
"Love can be loved with immense patience,
with a perfect combination of pure and feathered intentions.."
---Mohan.
Walked till reached the pool with shallow waters and thought about the shinning boundings,
Wandered here and there for the portal and the surreal strings that fed him with the existence,
No one was there any more, to mark the fact that he had lost his importance,
Stupid, exciting, floundering, and iced the sinister moments of moments were made,
Running wildly without a meaning, still like a shallow grave, no one to be afraid,
Imaginations flew and the memories had begun to flow in flashes of water gulps,
Suppressing, compressing, hunting down every false recipe that had been made out of the wrong pulp,
Soon as he walked every heavy footstep to the foot of the steep hill down,
Saw a beauty, or a dream, the unknown seemed known at the onset of a sweet catacomb and it was a new dawn,
Tripping, heavily, careful steps, burning the energy hardly for the softness he was about to witness,
Sparkle, shimmering, a hidden smile, met HER, the inevitable and possessor of a rare sweetness,
Surrounded by a recipe of love, all that she can offer every time, anytime, which he came to know,
Hazed by the ambience she pulled off with the enigma and the energy of the skin and bones and her afterglow,
It was getting harder to resist her, the impatience grew and the feeling started to fuse with his blood,
The hind was closing on to the stag deeply stag's deep and profound footsteps, to bring out the emotional flood,
The glance, the flare and the channel of fire that raged beneath them, unknowingly known to the species,
No pretence, no tension, no refrain, the indulge, the soft parade had begun, the pound of heart,
Both uncaged simultaneously, the pure animals, crazy, new found hormonal rush, without any intentions of a flirt,
From dawn to noon to dusk, the horns locked, the gentle sound, the mood swinged with the bloom of million daisies,
Snow melted, water flew, the rainforests had exploded and flooded with the much deserved affection,
The growing stones trembled under crumble of the thunder of the passion and rage they threw,
With the connection and touch, gave each other wings and with the sweet wind they flew,
Streets they roamed, cradled and swept the flow of time, so wanted this everlasting infection,
With the lions in the night, open and wandering, the couple rode on without any fear,
The love they possessed, nothing could even harm them and near or far, there was nothing they could hear,
They lit the dark with their light, and darkened the ever so surrounding mysteries that ever clouded the moonlight,
Cried, laughed, moaned, enjoyed, enjoyed every sweetness and bitterness together without any fright,
They were truly, madly and deeply lost and found in between the sweet potion called LOVE,
"You are mine, no You are mine", and they slept off to another night that went by watching the pond and the resting dove,
To the day to come, and to the hours to follow, to the days that swept by their side, and matched the sweat by sweat,
Breathe by breathe, heartfelt thumping beats, uncovered the sheets, the story written covering every single threat,
Wind Chimes, bell tolls, hundred flying above, chirpings in the sky, the sweet noise,
Destined to be together, a connection was made and a love story knitted without any choice,
Love, hatred, sorrow, joy, dismay, happiness, all in one bag, the sweet sorroundings,
They fullfilled the air around them with a notion of satisfaction and light yet smelted boundings,
Obnoxiously the maple leaves laid alleys were filled with the predators in the dark,
Woven cobwebs, setup for the tropical capture of the hind, all was going haywire in a spark,
The thought of losing the hind struck like a needle in the eye, avoided getting blinded by the sudden gush,
Empowered by the love, the energy and vitality, dismantled every possible threat in a rush,
"Oh, Love are you in Pain", with fury and rage i nhis eyes, covered with the soft cloud of grace and love,
The hind clambered up on to the stag, the moment, the emotions and the fear of separation frightened her,
Found a safe haven far ahead to relax and breathe in the anonymous yet scarce forest full of resting caves,
Spend the night here, in the rain, with no fear, best place to set up their conclave,
Time never concluded, nor did the spent seconds, from the many rising suns,
To all the pressed buttons, lets conquer every of our expectations,
Until the start to the last drop of the flavor of the end, close or far, the safe hidden treasures,
Walked, and smoothed and moved on till the end of the ends and the recaptivating everyday and its pleasures.
"Love can be loved with immense patience,
with a perfect combination of pure and feathered intentions.."
---Mohan.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Image of the True Lies
Notched, ripped and plundered of what all you had,
The treasures all has been looted, the thee has fed on the fake amistad,
Serviced and worked up the enquiry pulled up the top notch report,
The result brutal, shattered all and busted the nicely made rapport,
The wines, the smokes, the rings of fires, eased in to the mood,
Everything falls out rather than in to pieces and what is left is scattered food,
Bulging the fool out of the window of that uncontrolled speeding car,
Could see the march of the time and the time to reconcile was not so far,
Turn around slowly, rise above from the muds and the swamps been hiding into,
The righteous lies in the sunny skies, cleared from the clouds of the dark shadows,
Build the path and uncover the dust that leads to the waiting chateaus,
March on to the surmount and the indispensable victory dance to do,
Find peace and not glory, find dignity and not pride,
Never forget what you've been through and the one who gave you this ride,
Look back in wonder, not wander but to attest the happenings,
It was just meant to make you reach till the achievements and today's shinings.
The treasures all has been looted, the thee has fed on the fake amistad,
Serviced and worked up the enquiry pulled up the top notch report,
The result brutal, shattered all and busted the nicely made rapport,
The wines, the smokes, the rings of fires, eased in to the mood,
Everything falls out rather than in to pieces and what is left is scattered food,
Bulging the fool out of the window of that uncontrolled speeding car,
Could see the march of the time and the time to reconcile was not so far,
Turn around slowly, rise above from the muds and the swamps been hiding into,
The righteous lies in the sunny skies, cleared from the clouds of the dark shadows,
Build the path and uncover the dust that leads to the waiting chateaus,
March on to the surmount and the indispensable victory dance to do,
Find peace and not glory, find dignity and not pride,
Never forget what you've been through and the one who gave you this ride,
Look back in wonder, not wander but to attest the happenings,
It was just meant to make you reach till the achievements and today's shinings.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Feeble Drifts
Shinning disco balls, the glowing blood, fired up adrenaline,
Flying the bird high in the sky, with ray ban, with a Marlboro,
He was no spy,
He was the silent debater with a million wings to fly.
Falling slowly and feebly into the ditch made by you for yourself,
Forever walking with the same speed and a will to never grow beyond that rusted shelf,
Safely to and for the ground stayed tied and glued not a move a skin,
Unknown to the body, the soul is now a rock and the body is unlinked akin,
Feverish, the road led him to this day, to this stage, feeble drifts, and lost all,
Oh stranger, miser or the wiser, you alone have got to be the fighter,
Bring out your best to arrange for a feast,
Greet us with the charm you won in the battle fought against the beast,
The beginning till the end, the narrow to the broad, come may whatever you have raised the cup,
The solo act, the fine performance, and the live stage you have lit up,
All for one and none for the one, the point you’ve made has been registered,
Don't forget the times for the many gatherings you have anchored,
Flying the bird high in the sky, with ray ban, with a Marlboro,
He was no spy,
He was the silent debater with a million wings to fly.
Falling slowly and feebly into the ditch made by you for yourself,
Forever walking with the same speed and a will to never grow beyond that rusted shelf,
Safely to and for the ground stayed tied and glued not a move a skin,
Unknown to the body, the soul is now a rock and the body is unlinked akin,
Feverish, the road led him to this day, to this stage, feeble drifts, and lost all,
Oh stranger, miser or the wiser, you alone have got to be the fighter,
Bring out your best to arrange for a feast,
Greet us with the charm you won in the battle fought against the beast,
The beginning till the end, the narrow to the broad, come may whatever you have raised the cup,
The solo act, the fine performance, and the live stage you have lit up,
All for one and none for the one, the point you’ve made has been registered,
Don't forget the times for the many gatherings you have anchored,
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Aura
Unparallel, unmatched, you light your surroundings,
With your sublime goodness you shower,
You earn and win the others around you,
Life won’t ever be tough on you.
Fought your way up to this level,
Have to forge many more miles,
A person like you can never stop,
Because you possess various impeccable styles.
Diverse, yet so uniform, you excel,
Excel at whatever front you are in,
May the lord be so cheerful,
He’ll guide you to that aim you are aiming,
To make your dreams fulfill.
There are so many things that I am grateful to God,
But one of those is having you around,
“My dear friend, life is always tough,
And to make it easy, God sends people like YOU”.
With your sublime goodness you shower,
You earn and win the others around you,
Life won’t ever be tough on you.
Fought your way up to this level,
Have to forge many more miles,
A person like you can never stop,
Because you possess various impeccable styles.
Diverse, yet so uniform, you excel,
Excel at whatever front you are in,
May the lord be so cheerful,
He’ll guide you to that aim you are aiming,
To make your dreams fulfill.
There are so many things that I am grateful to God,
But one of those is having you around,
“My dear friend, life is always tough,
And to make it easy, God sends people like YOU”.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Hidden Treasures
Patrolling cars, the Barbie and the flying kites, random tandems,
Fixed in the described flow of the every sweet sweat spent on the freedom,
Billed from the heavens straight to the world, people call hell,
Change the notion of the mind, try to believe and just ring the bell,
Sun and the moon are just the figures floating in the seas of toys,
There are many more things to explore from and search for many such joys,
The clay, the woods, the fire and the earth are all the breached cause of the curiosity,
Pull out the treasury from deep beneath and show your hidden generosity,
All that we aim for, all that we gain for, in this form or the other,
Lost in what we get everytime when think and talk about the mother,
It is the existence, the presence and the birth we have found on this journey for an answer,
Crawling slowly to reach what I have to on the beds of lying zephyrs,
Hi, I am the depth you will always lie to yourself till you want to make your own way,
Lost are the Roman in scriptures and the Mayan, so are the many civilizations are now a stray,
Time to plunge in with the rope around and grab everything what has been kept to be unearthed,
Strap up and stand to make a mark, present you, and make yourself heard,
Fixed in the described flow of the every sweet sweat spent on the freedom,
Billed from the heavens straight to the world, people call hell,
Change the notion of the mind, try to believe and just ring the bell,
Sun and the moon are just the figures floating in the seas of toys,
There are many more things to explore from and search for many such joys,
The clay, the woods, the fire and the earth are all the breached cause of the curiosity,
Pull out the treasury from deep beneath and show your hidden generosity,
All that we aim for, all that we gain for, in this form or the other,
Lost in what we get everytime when think and talk about the mother,
It is the existence, the presence and the birth we have found on this journey for an answer,
Crawling slowly to reach what I have to on the beds of lying zephyrs,
Hi, I am the depth you will always lie to yourself till you want to make your own way,
Lost are the Roman in scriptures and the Mayan, so are the many civilizations are now a stray,
Time to plunge in with the rope around and grab everything what has been kept to be unearthed,
Strap up and stand to make a mark, present you, and make yourself heard,
Nostalgia
Marshmallows, sugar syrups, juices and the soft candy,
Hardened enough to keep the joyous emotions handy,
Position yourselves to the time redundant and back to the days,
Remembrance is what is left and the soft clouds are left in dismay.
Gathered the pebbles from the shallow pond to the river to the sea,
All the while every fun was enjoyed and made her to ease,
This was never meant to last till the end,
Still moved every bit of the inch of the memory to the mind's closet to reach the dead-end,
Free yourself from the magnanimity of what you have kept safe,
Ventilate the aura around you and turn the steering towards the strait,
Navigate into the lost found waters of the clear oceans and search for stability,
Resuscitate the kid inside you to form the everlasting genius to the immortality.
We are ever circling in the so called carousel of life we have been put into,
A certainty, the mercy, the pain, and the final pinch to come out of the dream we've been pushed into,
No need to start again, gather the pieces, together, alone, only with an everlasting smile,
It is the beginning of the so called journey to the center of your heart and to the end of your nerves,
Don’t forget to adept and adapt and make it your decorative lifestyle,
Hardened enough to keep the joyous emotions handy,
Position yourselves to the time redundant and back to the days,
Remembrance is what is left and the soft clouds are left in dismay.
Gathered the pebbles from the shallow pond to the river to the sea,
All the while every fun was enjoyed and made her to ease,
This was never meant to last till the end,
Still moved every bit of the inch of the memory to the mind's closet to reach the dead-end,
Free yourself from the magnanimity of what you have kept safe,
Ventilate the aura around you and turn the steering towards the strait,
Navigate into the lost found waters of the clear oceans and search for stability,
Resuscitate the kid inside you to form the everlasting genius to the immortality.
We are ever circling in the so called carousel of life we have been put into,
A certainty, the mercy, the pain, and the final pinch to come out of the dream we've been pushed into,
No need to start again, gather the pieces, together, alone, only with an everlasting smile,
It is the beginning of the so called journey to the center of your heart and to the end of your nerves,
Don’t forget to adept and adapt and make it your decorative lifestyle,
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Shards, Scars and Soot
Funny turn in the road lead to the crashing of the tyres,
The shards flew higher into the tree tops, gravity, and to the ground,
the window was left in a state of mire,
Damsel in the closet was stuck in the moment grasping the shattered sound.
The crowd gave her the look and their suspicious supporting hands,
All ever she could wonder at that subconscious moment and the new found lost lands,
Bruises and scars, face to the leg to the heart and to the mind,
Intoxicated and drugged landed up to this instance, how that she had to find,
Take it easy don’t inhale the smoke that has been clouding your thoughts,
Picture and gather the moments that you have caught,
Love, the instant hit keynote, the fragile gloat ,and the strong antidote,
Baby knees weak, so what, the brain not dead and you are still the lifeboat,
Recovery from that pretty momentous moment that changed the fringes to hinges,
Take a walk, sip down the drink and lay low till the lunatic has been uncage,
Thunder under his heels, and the eyes ripped the soul of the mirror,
Don’t be afraid, savior, hold on to him, and make everything conquer!!!!
The shards flew higher into the tree tops, gravity, and to the ground,
the window was left in a state of mire,
Damsel in the closet was stuck in the moment grasping the shattered sound.
The crowd gave her the look and their suspicious supporting hands,
All ever she could wonder at that subconscious moment and the new found lost lands,
Bruises and scars, face to the leg to the heart and to the mind,
Intoxicated and drugged landed up to this instance, how that she had to find,
Take it easy don’t inhale the smoke that has been clouding your thoughts,
Picture and gather the moments that you have caught,
Love, the instant hit keynote, the fragile gloat ,and the strong antidote,
Baby knees weak, so what, the brain not dead and you are still the lifeboat,
Recovery from that pretty momentous moment that changed the fringes to hinges,
Take a walk, sip down the drink and lay low till the lunatic has been uncage,
Thunder under his heels, and the eyes ripped the soul of the mirror,
Don’t be afraid, savior, hold on to him, and make everything conquer!!!!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Hanging Balance
Fortunate the loaded golden arrow strikes the eagles eyes blindly,
The archer has set the vision so sharp that aim is marked pensively,
Full of grace the death note hit the bird as soon as the string was plucked, sped, raced and death,
Screaming, the wild, the gifted plunged on to his feast for the night and took a sigh of breathe,
The long walk down the hill, a relief on the face, a night like another to feast,
Build the fire, carry the bones, without the stones and let unleash the hunger beast,
The loner had set the clock, set the fires to burn out till the end, the scotch had its own taste,
Sip by sip, bite by bite, cherished, life was going smooth without any haste,
Far away from the burden and cradlings of the city, no remorse, sorrows, no bindings,
End of the meal, after the stomach healed, his pipe in his mouth and the guitar by his side,
Flashbacks, nostalgia, a cliché, on the chords for the songs he had made,
On his own, all alone, addicted to himself, to life, there was nothing left for him to be afraid,
New dawn, new day, the routine, the unabrupted silence of the wind and they kiss the leaves,
Greeted by the nature, he could find his safe haven in this and has planted all his seeds,
Conceptual and the rational, with the dilemma of the heavy morality, this race disturbed the balance,
let it loose and don’t strangle the ongoing of the events and let time get its precedence.
The archer has set the vision so sharp that aim is marked pensively,
Full of grace the death note hit the bird as soon as the string was plucked, sped, raced and death,
Screaming, the wild, the gifted plunged on to his feast for the night and took a sigh of breathe,
The long walk down the hill, a relief on the face, a night like another to feast,
Build the fire, carry the bones, without the stones and let unleash the hunger beast,
The loner had set the clock, set the fires to burn out till the end, the scotch had its own taste,
Sip by sip, bite by bite, cherished, life was going smooth without any haste,
Far away from the burden and cradlings of the city, no remorse, sorrows, no bindings,
End of the meal, after the stomach healed, his pipe in his mouth and the guitar by his side,
Flashbacks, nostalgia, a cliché, on the chords for the songs he had made,
On his own, all alone, addicted to himself, to life, there was nothing left for him to be afraid,
New dawn, new day, the routine, the unabrupted silence of the wind and they kiss the leaves,
Greeted by the nature, he could find his safe haven in this and has planted all his seeds,
Conceptual and the rational, with the dilemma of the heavy morality, this race disturbed the balance,
let it loose and don’t strangle the ongoing of the events and let time get its precedence.
Monday, January 9, 2012
The Shinning Abyss
Sky dived in to the deep blue sea to reach for the millionth pearl its glance,
Pay respect to the sea gods and pay the price to reach the shores in advance,
Hollowed visions for the distant dreams of the holy dreamer,
Always in search for the tidal waves that will take him to the closest freedom,
It was the moment of adventure, the anonymous emotions that crawled within his skin,
Glory and madness were at the same time complimenting each other and were akin,
Priceless eyes lustered with the reflection that kept blinding him,
The pearl was so immaculate that no one could ever imagine its invariable hymn.
It was that moment when he touched that shine, the soul the anything in the everything’s,
Crazy, hemisphere, encircled, fazed, by the self-explanatory turn of events and their upbringings,
Disposed the every sorrow emotion for which he dived in like a crawling baby,
Dismayed by the comfort of the un belongingness of the discovery he made and bifurcated the waves,
Overshadowed the sweet and blanked the moon light straight above his ahead,
Worned out, rolled over the cool breeze underlying the pearl in the deep blue sea capturing the tears shed,
Myriad of the commoners amongst which stood one out of the rest and attested the special position,
Glory, fame and those greedy faces all looked for one, but the winner stood amongst all, who was never judged on the situation.
Pay respect to the sea gods and pay the price to reach the shores in advance,
Hollowed visions for the distant dreams of the holy dreamer,
Always in search for the tidal waves that will take him to the closest freedom,
It was the moment of adventure, the anonymous emotions that crawled within his skin,
Glory and madness were at the same time complimenting each other and were akin,
Priceless eyes lustered with the reflection that kept blinding him,
The pearl was so immaculate that no one could ever imagine its invariable hymn.
It was that moment when he touched that shine, the soul the anything in the everything’s,
Crazy, hemisphere, encircled, fazed, by the self-explanatory turn of events and their upbringings,
Disposed the every sorrow emotion for which he dived in like a crawling baby,
Dismayed by the comfort of the un belongingness of the discovery he made and bifurcated the waves,
Overshadowed the sweet and blanked the moon light straight above his ahead,
Worned out, rolled over the cool breeze underlying the pearl in the deep blue sea capturing the tears shed,
Myriad of the commoners amongst which stood one out of the rest and attested the special position,
Glory, fame and those greedy faces all looked for one, but the winner stood amongst all, who was never judged on the situation.
The Pink Journey
Hunt me down to the cave where I have been hiding for so long,
Call out my name with the sweet serene voice and sing the song,
Move out of the tress, the shadows and the lakes I want to see your face,
I want to see what God has sent for me and the one would be my everlasting craze.
Shout out and bulge the sweet air surrounding you with the heavy sounds of the leaves,
Help me understand the greener pastures covered with the sweet mist of your breathe,
Cover me in your ever so smooth and strong shadow, bind me with you,
I want to live like this, stay with you and get lost in very possible of your hues,
People say, people listen, and then they die, we will still remain alive,
Let nothing affect the warmth and the clouds we've built for us,
I will never let you down; I am down on my knees and with all my love,
I lust you, I trust you, and I love you, stay with me and be my shinning dove,
Reach to the door, pull out, push in the ramifications to enhance the vision,
Watch the roll of the carpet under your footsteps for what I have woven,
Sit beside me, lie along me, let’s join ourselves together and let’s get lost in the mist,
My love, this was just a flash of our love story in a very small gist.
Call out my name with the sweet serene voice and sing the song,
Move out of the tress, the shadows and the lakes I want to see your face,
I want to see what God has sent for me and the one would be my everlasting craze.
Shout out and bulge the sweet air surrounding you with the heavy sounds of the leaves,
Help me understand the greener pastures covered with the sweet mist of your breathe,
Cover me in your ever so smooth and strong shadow, bind me with you,
I want to live like this, stay with you and get lost in very possible of your hues,
People say, people listen, and then they die, we will still remain alive,
Let nothing affect the warmth and the clouds we've built for us,
I will never let you down; I am down on my knees and with all my love,
I lust you, I trust you, and I love you, stay with me and be my shinning dove,
Reach to the door, pull out, push in the ramifications to enhance the vision,
Watch the roll of the carpet under your footsteps for what I have woven,
Sit beside me, lie along me, let’s join ourselves together and let’s get lost in the mist,
My love, this was just a flash of our love story in a very small gist.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Monday, December 26, 2011
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,
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,
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
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.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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,
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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.
Monday, December 5, 2011
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
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.
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