The Contract

The rising sun has hit the shore at the end of the sea, never to be touched,
He felt it a millions of times without being hit by the ocean wave,
We all are passengers under the same contracts that beholds the existing,
Not to run and hide from the on goings, nothing to be afraid and to hide,

Sleeping for many days, for over the years are yet to hit the lazy,
Wake up miser, reap under the sun, shine like the crazy,
Rich stairs and the falling chairs, the randomness all around proves to be lethal,
Trip inside the best of the notes you've hit till day, crank up the and stop being feeble,

Numbers and the counts keep on increasing and mould into a different metal,
The contract has begun, its ticking with clocks hymn, every second,
Clap, grasps, fist up the movements, gather all your friends,
Suit up, tighten up, it is ticking, ticking and will slip out one day,

It’s getting darker, the moon has to go, make its way, before you could understand,
Feed yourselves, digest what you've been learned to swallow, and learn to demand,
The drugs no more work, the kick we crave for so much ever so lasting for few moments has died,
Fool, don’t you see, the things don’t work, open your eyes, your brain is getting fried.


"Demonic Suffering leads to Pin Pointed Cranky Happiness"
-Nishant Mohan

The Ringing Bells

The ringing bells in your head never cease to stop,
what breaks in between is the silence that we acquire for a moment,
The moment lasts many miles, and runs till we awaken and break out,
What if the bells toll to the end, and makes you sleep forever,

For the destiny has already been engraved deep,
For the route has to be decided by us and the path to foresee,
In between the reality and the golden dream we see for to shine,
There are a lot of abnormalities in the way that are sharp and fine,

Forging every step to reach the final successfully,
Tend to cover many tracks with fake and distant memories that cease to exist,
In the shadows of the green pastures the devils hides with the rake to uproot the rooted,
Stand tall and still with all the strength and faith and act before the arrow has been shooted,

Past, present, future, are all man made divisions of time,
What they fail to realize that, they are suiting themselves and creating different ways to adjust their crimes,
Near or far, love remains the same, what steps in between the adulterated emotions from the left overs,
Find a way, let the love and let its light to cover the darkness and move out of the covers.

Left, Right and the FINAL

Fake, untrue, unjust, detested and fallen,
All are just the devils way of corrupting the true,
What comes in between the normal rage of the fine blends?
The richness bound between the fine hit notes of the purity,

What a shame, leads to many more games, hidden under the closet,
Look up and taste the color of the skies on the onset,
Bright and sunny sights are easy to wonder and hard to capture,
All it takes a simple blow and the negative to rest inside the fracture,

Warmth, and the softness that we all crave for inside the womb,
Womb which we try to create every second for us and give ourselves room,
Oh, worldly saint, the sorrowed, the piper, beckon the bellows,
Paint and unrusted, all the things visible and uncover the horrors and sorrows,

Product of what can be thought of as the finest creation till date,
Open the dam, let it flow and just watch close and sit by the gate,
Control what you see and what you want, because at the end only you can make it,
For all you have been fighting for has been and will the perfect fit.

The Hall

Into the motionless lane of the bridged emotions tied by the strings,
That restless feeling, ever wished so immaculate air around all bound in the small fringes,
Wide open the ONE tries to see past them to calculate,
Nibbles on to March forward open blinded by the momentum of the plucked strings and their ever so delusional estimate,

Final edition of what has yet to be revealed,
I have a lot more of things to show you and to conceal,
How can the world notice the upbringings in these downfalls,
When I can only offer you me, myself, and the infinite cravings leading to the long hall,

Flashing by the big door stands my guard with the light ready to help you March,
Clocks no clocks, the time will always be by your side, learn to glow with its flow,
Not alone, your shadow always within the fortress I have built around you to run around,
The world is yours, absolve yourself from the already dissolved, and keep yourself above the ground,

Numbered lives with crooked days with the myriad of journeys to spend,
Don’t rush in, don’t be lazy, push forward and not dive in to grab the key before it’s too late,
Easy, open it, turn the knob, and wait for me patiently at the gate,
Step outside with me, refresh, and let me take care of you until the end.

Voguish Pandemonium

Star studded high flier the event was much of a promise,
Advertised but the ratio was big to pull off the surprise,
Ill raise the banner to the top of the cliff,
Call out your name and ask you to get stiff,

The shadows of the phoenix and the ashes of those birds,
I call out the name of the only ONE to see the turn of events and these dead herds,
Give love sometime and burn out the greed,
Talk and call out those souls, who are forever freed,

The forest is on fire,
There is nothing what the poet had desired,
There was a stable which is not that high,
The horses fled, all but not one,

Nature has its ways of presenting things to us,
And we always want to grab everything and to board on the bus,
There are something’s, rather feeling in life which can’t be grabbed,
Those are only granted to us, and those can never be bragged

The Uncertainty

Frequency, the brain is dead,
Pops open the eyes; your hair began to fall,
Things are OK, yet he says the life is fuzzy,
He asks, do you like me, still he is confused,

He talks about racism, happy to race with them,
Asks us about the whites, the darks, the blacks,
Yet he fails to realize he isn't liked,
And again, he asks do you like me, still he is confused,

Define logic, he asks; there is no logic for this,
Problems can be small can be large,
But he will still have that fall,
And yet again he asks, do you like me,

The gentle sound, eyes popped out, with the papers flying,
Stuck with the solution to which NOW the problem has been offered,
Many ways to solve the indefinite, yet none to choose from,
Confused, he screams and yells are you made for it??

Juiced

Risen from the maximum to reach a minimum to aim for infinity,
Life starts at a slow pace, but forced to grab all within that gravity,
Expectations & livid dreams, & varied lived up promises,
You are born to fulfill them all & just do nothing for yourself,

Divided & partitioned the resources you may possess,
No matter what ever it may take, fetch everything & grab it to access,
Heights & Lows, expectations always tend to grow,
Myriad of many distresses lead to the fighting everlasting shows,

"Hi, You recognize me, I was you and Now you are me",
Are you trapped in between & do you wish to be free,
Questions the normal upbringings that keep on building,
No where can you store for long these head bursting parodies,

Is the puzzle you made build for you at the start,
Block the risen heights of the dementic craziness and turn it into a craft,
Finish for what you have started, for those you love,
Nothing matters at the end, it is all what you give and be their peace dove.

"Inglorious yet so stressful years spent in making love,
No matter how much good you do,
A speck of the speck turns all into rust"

-Mohan(18/02/2012)

The Dream Watch

The clouds and the dreams beyond them,
The distant visions that we all like to blend,
Fall in a sweet distance amongst the likings and disliking of ours,
It all depends on how we all learn to manage our hours,

Its all within the boundaries and the shadows of the evenings,
All in all it is the downs and the mixed feeling with those grinning,
Raise the bar if you can because there is no limit to the insanity,
We the humans are just a piece in the puzzle kept under leashes of the gravity,

Try not to hold to the ground, there much above the skies,
Wings and the restored divisions inside the soul kept to fly,
Find the hollow openings to fit into the persona you possess,
The tide is too high to reach beneath the breathe, learn to obsess,

Never too tough to reach the last drop of the ocean,
Pause between the gaps and the resistance you could v offered by those notions,
The room can be filled with the sparkles and the spectacular mystiques,
Show your presence to everyone and uncover the ever so bold physique.

Seamless Perfection

You crave for the one to be on your arms tonight,
Start building up a varied number of strings to show your might,
Time and the emotions start opposing each magnitude,
You just wish you could forever love the one with the same attitude,

Only by the light inside the on sight of the shallow notes,
Love can be felt like the trickle on your deep throat,
It can’t be the rock felt on the head of the dead emotions and the skanked evenings,
Fine in every fines and the limited scarlet’s in the deep forests twining’s.

Wild, widest the craziness running inside the infuriated brain,
Let it flow, deep , too deep down until it reaches the narrow drain,
Watch them suffer, for you, decide when to run or when to burn,
Sweet and broad staged exits, make you decisive to face the time for your turn,

Handle the every small and minute of the fractions that can extract you,
Into the war those have put against to resist in the various hues,
Hi, I am the reflection of you and what you see Is ME,
Grab me, bind me with you, it is never too late, settle up and let’s get free.

The Long March

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.

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.

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.

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,

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”.

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,

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,

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 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 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.

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.