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July 27, 2009

 SomeHow I am not me


I am out and away but somehow someone walks right through me,
I am poisoned to sway but somehow someone makes me free,

I am destined to be betrayed but somehow someone induces anguish of trust in me,

I am no more the person I used to be but somehow someone is still with me,

I am not valid enough to feel emotions but somehow someone cares to sense it withering me,

I am down and stuck in the webs of illusions but somehow someone takes away my life and give me back to be me,

I am lost in the desert of my own conscience but somehow someone directs my ways through divine compass,

I am the ocean of unimaginable pain but somehow someone breathes life into my numb being and I am left as ocean drain,

I am the one who sought the tangible depths of unexplored galaxies within my soul but somehow someone let me cruise to and from the shores once closed,

I am riding the horse of hatred to the castle of evil but somehow someone changes hatred with love and evil to peace dove,

I am being slapped unto the anvil of ill thoughts, I am carved out be a sword,
I am violent and fiercely bashful until somehow someone melted me down again and again,

I am no more the wisdom holder of the trauma faced but somehow someone is there to embed sapience in me,
I am yet ready to die alone , but somehow someone keeps my breath linked to the throbbing heart,

I am still wandering the barren lands of humane behavioral limits, but somehow someone is there to lead me out and away,
I am no one without the one , the one who blessed me with life, someone who cares for each and everyone either dead or alive.


June 6, 2009

Ever since I took hold of my world and realized myself as an living entity I am spell bounded by how nature works,
since then life took me along with ups and downs , I did experienced it everyone wanted to live as he/she never will die,

I was brought up to see living people die every now and then and the media made it a daily news of blood and gore,
It was initially all murky and gray which eventually stored it self in my psych as just another day to day news of fray,

Days passed so did months and years , everyone is in hurry to acquire more and more to feed his ever growing hunger for money,
relationships are stranded and lies duality is built, no one cares for any one except for themselves in the ever accelerating gamble of life and strife,

Envy and hate is every where , ego full attitude roars out the streets, minds are bogged down with just one thing,
how to win, to defeat others, to set aside and do what ever it takes to get ahead in the race for existence,

In all that what I saw and experienced it all seemed ok to go with the flow as would our conscience suggests our psych,
flawed is the world so flawed is I am and it all goes flawless in the weirdest manner never to be conceived by our drowned into mortality soul,

Sometimes everything comes crashing down as apocalypse took over you and your world seemed to dilute away,
the question I asked myself when shall I finally have the purpose to live not to die ? answer never came from the silent shores dwelling inside me,

Reminisce fine old past looking always to be good than the present, who does not wants to switch back into time,
we leave behind many tender emotions, caresses , mesmerizing cherishing playful happy times, memories which always pop out with tears,

Once ye feel the pain of loss, loss of life of not ones seen far away, but of one who lived up with you and made memoirs written unto passed away times,
Once ye feel that , life is never the same again... truly I can say one thing for sure in what two decades of existence I found most poison reality,

Death may seem easy to end yourself to curtail every problem but it's real difficult to live up and see the one who cared for you die...
Silence evokes madness in some and ends happiness for few, umbrella who kept us once in it's shade is now no more,

We are designed to ignore and live, but once ye feel the pain ye never ignore what life is worth for ?
we hated some and when we lost we want them back, we love few and lose them anyway , it is the game of life and death playing,

I acknowledge I did not bothered to see what is my destiny, not only mine but each and every living being ,
It is to rest in peace one day under the mud and after few months nobody cares to look back at you,

Our names would be diminished forever, world would again grab people into illusion,
though some will cry for months and years and eventually tears would dry up and life keeps moving ahead,

Uncertain is the bubble of life, so delicate but we never ponder what death is...
Life is to death and death is to life and this cycle goes on and on...

death breeds in a new life, as mortality ends with immortality..

I wonder why we don't feel the pain , Why we forget we are living a lie.....
life is nothing but a matter of few illusions leading finally our bodies to die and souls to dry...


February 14, 2009

Prolonged may be the historic isles surrounded by misty calm wild oceans living decades untouched by any humane force,


They are the testimony of nature nurturing beautifully abundant treasures,


Doeth we see not that they are isles where our soul goes to acquire peace, it’s none other than the neurotic pathways disconnected from our the rest of our holy network seeds,


Ever wondered what goes inside your psychology?

It amazes me every time I see world inside us the way it connects us to this physical entity,

It is spirit which experience our mortal bodies as it travels a predestined time,


It seems we all are a part of a mighty very exclusively crafted play, each one of us plays his/her part on the worldly stage and eventually decays,


Nature turns days into nights and than back into days,

I now see my life when day delights and night bites,


It’s when I rise each morning with fresh attitude,

I thank GOD I lived one more day to feel what’s left behind and what lies beyond,

The thought of being blessed with one more new experience enchants,

As my eyes roll towards the gentle skies I get drowned within its holistic beauty,


I am as delighted as the new pearl which sees magnificent corals around, and why wouldn’t I be its day at my bay,


Roses blossoming with the morning dew, charmingly dripping from the beautiful petals giving away an everlasting fragrance which inks memoirs of life,


Day please don’t go away, I haven’t lived yet much,

I haven’t done the things yet, I am not yet ready to die off in the dark,


As sun goes down I feel feeble is this same world we are so fond of,


The flowers withering away into the dark,

Sky is no longer blue; the wild shores are gone silent,


See what stays and what strays away,

The one who fashioned this day into night and back into day, we see not what he has to convey but what this temporal stage has to dismay,


Where is that enlightenment which is divine?


Save me from this worldly disgrace,

I no longer deed that I live behind the truth,


Save me from this worldly stage,

I have played my role and its enough,


Save me from this worldly sage,
I have been bestowed upon with holy sapience,


Save me from these mingy excogitates,

I need not to meander away from the code of life’s gates,


Eventually night overcomes the bright day,

Hallucinations follow me up till its day again,

I may never sleep with such mortal pain,

Where is the day seemed never to drain?


As lit walls are made dark, as the roads which looked infinite are made murky and dissolves into emptiness,


I am cornered until I am all clumped together as my bones are releasing sparks of anguish,


Raindrops now sound like death is just knocking my door,

Winds are blowing away with whistling bleak woods,


It’s all but few of whimsies when night bites;

Aren’t we taken back by this cycle of day and night?


Wait there is a day coming unto each and every one of us,

The Day of Judgment as we all know it,


Our souls would taste the flavor death,


Thank GOD he made you live one more day,

You die every night you live every day.


I acknowledge all this as when day delights and night bites.


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