Stuck in the Middle

And yet again, it happened, crashed and shook the dust of the ceiling,
Wrapped in the time bound happiness, inflicted by the accident of the broken wing,
And the motionless flight of my thoughts crashed against the wall,
How sad it was to burn and fall even though I was to crawl,

Multiple bruises and the latches that kept on reminding the pain,
It was all dark around me and what was left of me was a smile swallowed in vain,
Redemption in the sweet songs of the stories left behind by the dead,
Foolish thoughts of a dreamer, better be left alone instead,

Tantalizingly the wicked nature of the sufferings obnoxiously sweet,
Running around the same path endlessly in a flash to keep it all discreet,
Slipping secretly the wishes and the notes below the lost ground,
It was the last chance, commissioned into the game, between the love lost and found,

The tickling feeling and the smile brought by the touch,
Touch of hers and the cracking of the mind that hadn't lost much,
Ringing bells in the air echoing in my breathe melancholy,
The battle was hung in the thoughts of hers that were begging to be free

Dancing in the Rains

Deep behind the branches, lost in the amaze of the transcendence of the sun,
There lay rest the shadows of those moments and the hidden fun,
Amidst all the odds, the gazelle was free within the boundaries,
Spirited, wild and free, ran across the jungle to catch a glimpse of the frivolities,

Laying off to the turns of the waves of the center lake,
Sipping the thirst momentously with the thought of a much needed break,
Miracles and the constant efforts of fighting the way through,
The game was ongoing and the sufferings were a result the chances he blew,

The glared bridge beyond the trees through the passage of darkness,
Contemplating between the inner desires and strings that bind the lives aimless,
Fielding the love, yet insipid, lacking the essence of the lost times,
The heart had become too weak to battle the self inflicted crimes,

A stray walk, crunching the leaves, and collecting the air as chances went by,
Laying the dead to rest, detest and arrest the thought to die,
The story had yet to be written, free to snap up the chains,
For he could understand the real joy of dancing in the rains.

Abstract Absurdness

Figurines and the twisted metals coming out of the detailing,
The rusted and the dusted agonizing presence of the clock ticking,
Imagine the racing of the witches besides the open windows,
This was the final count of the opportunity and how the time froze.

Spool of the wool left lying around the room, hanging by the balance,
It was the randomness of the owner and the constant fight with his hidden arrogance,
Rage and filled within that dying age, knowingly generated chaos,
Twisted by the moment, the disturbed yet so near perfect is the timeless gloss.

Obliterating any chances of liquidating the presence of energy,
Effigizing the remains that were left behind of the hapless strategy,
Marauding the efforts of the others and the leftovers of the fight,
Madness, purity and the smoothness that brought an end to the blinding light,

Slowly swaying and fading away the after effects of the air,
Dancing to the tunes of the puzzles left behind with that cold stare,
Slayed and butchered inside the hall and left to wandered within that maze,
Carrying on from the loss, his clock was stuck since the start, on her haze.

Negative Influence

They say turn off the lights, its time to bed, lay rest the grave,

I say the time has come to wake the dead from rest and spread the crave,

My shouts and their cries, got my second soul, hidden open part,

Complying calmly to the uncalm behaviors of mine, it was just the start,

Fists pump in the air, and wine flowing along the walls,

There was noise all around the causeway and the tidy halls,

Hello there Maharaj, are you here for the after rave,

Blown up fuses and the random shouts to slay the floor with the wave,

People prefer to stay away, when I am awake,

You bring in the zest to spice up the tremors and the earthquakes,

Dancing with the night lights in the fog with lost souls,

Fought many battles to overcome the bindings of the society and its tolls,

My demeanor and yet they call me the negative influence,

Bundles of energy and the readiness to do invigorates the essence,

Are you still wondering to be a cause of that bugger cause,

Despite the longing of the long sleepless night, bring your self to that pause.

Measuring Depths

And she jumped on me like the fog in the night,
There lay his hands on her, slowly buttering her flesh with all his might,
Swiftly rising above the zest of her breath,
It was the soft and cushioned grasp that could have beaten death,


Chipping in slowly and beautifully entangling in between,
Flowing with the involution, it was a never ending scene,
Hysterical yet so magical, led me to blinded lights,
I could never imagine myself reaching to the unfathomed heights,


Slowly and softly squeezing the gaps into fire filled with thrusts,
Crawling, twisting and turning, it was a symphony of two busts,
Blowing away time on every hit note, she could hear herself reaching the hill,
For it was time to blow the horn and stop the momentous drill,


Ploughing the movement till the end, and binding the bodies in a trance,
It was the last gasp of air we filled ourselves with that last glance,
Shot between the seconds and the infinite threads that flew within us,
Reaching the heavenly shores dried up, we had parked our bus.

Momentarily Dissolution

Articulating the journey prophesied by destiny,
Lost the track of events jumbled up within the tangled irony,
Hey now, run up to the call,
It is the pinned down hope of a miser and that free fall,


Summed up within the few chapters of seamless energy,
It wasn't that easy to find a soul to strike that chord of synergy,
Instant of quick decisions sideways and fixed are the plans,
Cant it be the for longed and prolonged pains of my lost clans,


The silence and its betrayal followed with grim of the reaper,
It was just a nod made from heaven to find the plan keeper,
Wake from the fears and run behind the arms of my silence,
Hopes and joys are source of the happiness and its absence,


Imagine the race to mountains and the fight against the dragons,
Leave behind the cravings dipped in the lost actions,
There is always room to find that empty slot in spite of the darkness,
Forge the way to the top and leave everyone breathless.

Breaking The Wall

The rage framed by the walls of time,
Are repeating the course of the destiny,
Stung by the emotions are stuck by the sorrows,
Curled up within are the rusted and narrow alleys.


Into the wilds the precise and refine strides,
Everest and the abysses freeze minds,
The peace of mind in the indifferent wonders of crimes,
Lost in the trance of the small lines are these pretty finds


Fighting with the right spirit it was a march,
To reach the end of the world covered with a snow filled arch,
Engaged in the art of the flying mystics,
Toppled the surroundings with zestful full of love,


There is a thin line between insanity and reality,
For there is the profound love captured in those vessels,
In that deep moment of the so loved truth,
Let us not wait for it to happen and bite the fruit.

Remembrance

Drifting apart in the crowd was a face,
Rising above the rest there lay his crude grace,
Inside the pockets of the memories lay his piece,
Uncover his journey and the mystic way of living life with ease,

Bending the cruel corners of time along the sharp boundaries,
Hideous yet it may seem, he was the true son of the nineties,
Commanding the herd from left to right,
Always ready the man with gun for an irresistible fight,

For the time to travel to the unfound lands had come,
A new place written on the map known to some,
Caressed the situations to smother the moment,
Estranged motions and the Success stories were distant,

Above and beyond the shadows of time lay his spirit,
Finding the right amounts of people on the clock in the empty basket,
Fulfilling the skipping stones and their desires to run,
Amidst all the travel there is a road filled of fun,

Lost Opportunity

To the shallow water I  tried to swim in and run,
Rough end and narrow friends life was more than fun,
The revolution was unheard with the emulsified expressions,
The beats came through the drums packed with emotions,


For those small moments I ran to the shore to catch you,
Found out the shadow you projected was made of my hue,
Demise of the moment and the mountain built of the strange visions,
In an instant the craving for a chance to change the decisions,


Moon and the light captured within my feet,
I lost the plot and the life worth of effort gone in the heat,
The burden of the empty heart, carrying the weight,
Never frightened though had crashed and burned the stage,


Knitted deeply the bond is so strong that the string fell short of words,
Running blindly I am the one of those lost soul in the random herds,
For even if I tried to fit the sorrows in my pocket,
There would have been many days I spend counting the moments in my basket.

Retrospection

Wondering as to how the road be crossed,
Million of creatures in my way to be leap frogged,
Remembering the days of sun and the unlimited fun,
It is a pace, a wanted phase, time for me to run,

Operating at a mid peek, the choices mattered the most,
Mixing up winds with time, there wasn't any room for the host,
Dedicating the efforts to the dances of the demons,
The skill I possessed were too much for him to be shown,

Honestly crawling in my soul, reaching out to the ocean,
Chewing out slowly, wrapped in covers the bitter emotions,
Not for once light dimmed in the approaching road,
After all it was the 'He' who held my hand,

Without the force, the motive wasn't clear,
The journey so far paved, didn't seem so near,
All I could pack along for the time was faith,
For the time was for to love the existence rather than to hate.

Fool's Errand

Livid by the fact of the presence of her essence,
Couldn't sleep a single night, my heart started beating as if on a death sentence,
Two feet above the ground,
Dumbstruck in love my body had lost any senses to be found

The bridge crawled upon covered by the many faces,
Hard to speak the truth pinned by the unwanted deeds,
Captured the million riffs inside the small hole,
It wasn't a fight for the survival, for the fort was captured by the whole,

Insidious and creepy the emotions ran wild amongst thee,
Twisted and round the the crops were grazed by dead and free,
Swollen and free the warrior was resting beneath the grave,
Unsure of what lying above cover was the hidden truth,

With the sword in his hands carrying the force along,

Heavy bindings and strong feelings the tidal waves were strong,

The seventh hour and last call for the final tragedy,

Gasped, turned and shocked to know he was his own enemy.

Dope

Insightful and the brilliant glowing light at the end,
Covering my path all along the road with the special friend,
Parked high and free beside the moonlight,
My entry to the realm had taken its flight,

No promises, no vows, the movement was free,
My eyes marked the road straight ahead with stretch of the heavy trees,
Paid in advances the dusts seeped in through the cracks,
My friend had cast the spell and consumed I was by the heavy attacks,

Livid, dry and high, knee deep weak, long road, a distant blur,
My existence in the air, locked by the thought of her,
Nothing passed by, in the deepest trance of my deeds,
The best had yet to come, shadow of her soul on my body still sleeps,

Like the children played, she strayed in the soul,
The moment, time and second, paralysed my existence to the whole,
The burning face of reality cooled by the glass of insanity,
Along came the wilderness with the pinch of reality. 

Romancing With Death

Set me into the grooves, the sweet hooves,
O Baby set the room on fire and bring on the dancing shoes,
Dress me in the whites, the drapes too are tied,
Wrap me around you, the corners are fried/fired,

Hmm to the grace of your love and lust,
The power of your eyes and the kiss is a must,
Aren't you the fundamental taste of the feast?
come and bind me to your thighs just like the yeast,

Bang it baby, flash it in front of your eyes,
Let me drop it in, and linger in to the fire,
snaky eyes and shaky thrusts, the force is a storm,
Zeus has come down to see you and is ready to deform,

For it is you I have to kill,
Stand over you and let the blood the spill,
Moments of truth and moments of death,
Let me enjoy you on a piece of bread. 

The Devils Game

Finding the darkest of the pleasures in the brimmest of the lights,
In the covered sheath of the cold waters,
The hair start to rise in the midst of her shadow,
The devil, seen in the winds, won’t wait for the tomorrow,

Hideous may be the reality of the truth yet to uncover,
There were lost souls amongst the clouds and not a single flag to hurl,
The lands were covered with ice and snow,
No remorse, the dead walked with the darkest glow,

Roaming wildly, yet searching for the pinch of freedom to taste,
Streets filled with fire had no space, there was no time one couldn’t waste,
Stressful the danger lurked ahead on the way,
Even the gods couldn’t save them in the dark of the days

Singled out by the thought of defeat,
Dead bodies saw their heads rolled down to their feet,
The blood spilled, covered the lands with the flood of fire,
One shot to the veins and the miser couldn’t wish to get much higher

Crusty Rusty Love

Through the thin crusty layers of ice,
The love was so fragile that I could see its sudden demise,
Covered by the flakes of past, the snow was plain,
Lost amongst the shadows were the sweet memories of ours washed down the drain,

Sinned the last summer, winters came heavy on,
The rush was too much to handle the forces were heavy and strong,
The open heart, punctured by the thought of separation dried,
What so ever may be the reason, efforts made so much nothing more could be tried,

Assumptions of a lovers broken heart, traumatized by the pain,
The million battles everyday fought amongst ourselves,
Dwelled into a war brought miseries and tears to dry up again,
To the blacks and the raging white was divided my soul and the every part of me,

The weekly sun came into too late to burn the puzzle left on the tracks,
Breathing heavily under the rains of the hidden love,
Cemented by the rage beneath, filled up the widened cracks,
Drifting slowly into the deep abyss, my hands emptied the pockets in the gloves.

A War Within

In front of the meadows and the fragile pastures,
The lost rays of the sun gold struck divine,
Shallow hearts and the frost bitten emotions,
No deep plunges cover the track, prepare the bungees,

Hunchback I crashed into the frozen lake,
Breaking the ice, the big splash, the chill made me unsafe,
For the deep, yet so intensifying push of the emotions was true,
You can never bind yourself to the roots once you bite the fruit,

Now that the lesson is learnt, the books have fallen,
Push forward the demons and summon the events to happen,
Let the echoes of the leaves remind you the tress you are to uproot,
Plunge on to your enemies, swiftly and mysteriously just like an owl's hoot,

With the stroke of midnight, we attack,
The bells rings and the candles lit up the fortress,
Bring down the wall; leave no trace, no corpse,
Let there be no mercy, strike every blow with no remorse.


"Anger & Love are a result of a filled heart with an empty mind”

Fame Game

Undivided attention, the hideous characters mark the road,
The wheels give way to the creatures crawling and the death seems too cold,
No wonder the weather seemed so much jaded,
The colors and light of the city and people are faded,

Dust rolls up the alleys, dried up left alone deserted,
The daylight is heavy, yet no one is left affected,
No one rings a bell, the rest seem to lay in the pool mourning,
Crying over the demise of their soul, happy with their petty earnings

Dig it up, the answers, the reason, those brought you here,
You are the problem, the 'soul'-ution is with you to share,
Nudge out of the small creaks to catch the early sunlight,
Don't be afraid to take the step and get ready for the fight,

March on to the top, blow the horn and begin the game,
Gulp down the moment that may sprinkle over you pinch of shame,
Because you are not alone waiting to be heard and paid,
You are just another one of his creation fighting the rest for the distant fame.

Re-Structuring

The masters of the seas and the sun,
Inside the broken branches lies hidden my gun,
I might try to keep it away from me,
I am not propelled, it just the feeling of being free,

Loud noises and hidden cravings beckon the animals,
The woods worry me; the misty winds bring my spine to a crackle,
The bottle and a pipe in hand, nights feel like light,
With the soft guitar and moon by my side I am ready for the flight,

Far away from the shallow roars of the world,
Let there be no one for me to be heard,
For this night and the next night to be followed,
I am fresh and ready waiting for my soul to be swallowed,

Heavy and those ineffective distant dreams, full of sorrows,
Re-structure your thoughts; come out of the deep dead wallows,
All the stabs and their still open wounds remind me of the love,
Crush the penchants left behind, and aim for the sky above.

The Lost Cause

Deep regrets and sorrow, blame yourself to land in the emotions you borrowed,
A new life or the one perished, mean nothing, filled with hot air and dried tears,
Depth and the shallow heart felt sorries won’t budge the soul,
It’s the lost cause of love and the troubled heart has lost the war with the mind,

Disturbed and stretched, misunderstandings lead on to the brick pelted from the wall,
Move out of the way, leave no trail, the shadow remains to be faded away,
Headlines burst open the eyes and pops out a new fresh tear until another vanishes,
Tried to be the one, but forgot the count after the one had changed,

Pin pricked and dusted away from the so called closed bond, harsh and bitter,
Out of control and lost in the game played between us, left a strong jitter,
Man with the gun, said to himself, you'd run out of bullets, drop it,
A waste of an idea to be pondered nonetheless, was a complete misfit,

Bury the past to live the present for the distant future to come,
Trippy was the ride, misconception of a fool, riddled across the soul,
Fell blind in the eyes, seemed to never come back until to realize the big hole,
Hurt as many times in the notion of love to uproot its dwelling from my home.

Face or Haze

Tremendous energy the rock hit the bottom without a noise,
These many miles covered under the attack of the aging wisdom without a choice,
Final the respite offered by the poor to the rich under the culted belt,
There are options in life and there are things no one can't do without help,

Singing to the rhythms of the never unheard beats upbeats the harmony of life,
Scoop up with the marching on off the real bites of the tragedies that hit you,
Vulnerable the thoughts that pulled up in the time that caught up within the straight frame,
Bended them with the burdens of the reality and color them with black white hues,

Drained every bit of the fashion left in to cover the real with the unreal,
A lot of wood was burnt to keep the body warm and the air was ever so surreal,
Inside the rear, the back stage of the store, were kept the tool left to be explored,
No one to try and no one to hide, there were many yet few of them had the time to get floored,

Moving out of the deep mystery of what to do and what had been done,
The selfish and free, all had the same test just waiting to be run,
In few moments, carving the flow and soon the light lit up the the room filled with them all,
There was nothing left in haze, there were faces that always kept leaving the same hall.