Water.....

this is what you get when its 5 mins to the lecture getting over and u r so bored you dont even wanna create nuisance anymore...;)


Rain drop,
my ego
Dew drop,
my mind
Tear drop,
my emotions
River,
my thoughts
Lake,
my patience
Water,
my identity
Me,
my assassin!

Shooting Star...

While star gazing last night, saw a shooting star, grabbed a pen, just wrote it down........


Across the stars
brighter than the sun,
it dies for a moment of glory,
a way of life for millions to see,
a perception of existence that has a different story.

An aim in mind it had,
fulfilling which it met its end,
but a healthy promise it lighted in rest,
dare i say, the 'how life should be' trend.

Of what it thought was its destiny,
to meet the earth, its sole desire,
it gave it all, its mind, body and soul,
radiating its passion, exhibiting its fire.

Pursuing its dreams over eternity,
the true meaning of 'being' it showed,
for it took a path most fear to tread,
overwhelmed with respect my head bowed.

And then i gazed at the rest of the lot,
the millions of stars shining up in the sky,
a question arose from my soul to them,
for what, for whom.......why?

NOW!

There goes our today,
in yearning for a better tomorrow,
cascaded by the glimpses of peace,
tarnished by beads of sorrow.

Plagued by the moments bygone,
the present dies a tumultous death,
how can the lungs of today survive,
if fed with yesterday's breath.

Events of the days of yore,
let em trouble us no more,
they lend the life a filthy touch,
they cripple the mind, it needs a crutch.

Yes those were times, they were bad, they were good,
give them their due no more than you should,
so shed remnants of bygone, rue them over less often,
for 'now' is what awaits us with its arms wide open.

Love...its everywhere

On every petal that flourishes,
In every scream of a mystique hush,
In the scentful vestige of the murmuring breeze,
Latent is a feeling, that conveys as much.

Its sprinkled all around us, its in everything,
Even the satanical minds contemplating sins,
Its in me, its in you, it is in the air,
Its love, its everywhere.

In the trickling tear across a mothers face,
At the sight of a newborn, her victory , her grace,
In the quietness of the words that were left unsaid,,
Of that girl and that boy who different paths now tread,
Flowing from the giggles of children playing at a park,
It’s the touch that lends life its spark.

Its more than a feeling, its more than a word,
It fills the gaps in the universe.
A bitter-sweet symphony that deafens the ears,
Love is a song of the soul, love is dear.

It abodes in the martyr’s zeal to save his motherland,
It is the call of the God, it’s the path to heaven,
Emanating from the comfort of a simple hug,
Its too vast for us to understand,

After the Storm

It rained really heavily a couple of days back. I happened to go out for a walk the very next day and saw this tuft of grass in the park. The sun was about to get out. And when it did, the change in the persona in this tuft of grass was astonishing to see. From a frugal peasant it metamorphosised into a blushing maiden. So here i am, just trying to capture the feeling of that tuft for the sunlight that brought into it a zeal for life. Abstract i know, but then, what the hell......


Beaten, betrayed, i yearned for solace,
to redeem myself from the abasement i was subjected to yesterday,
buried in the ground, face down, mowed and sheared,
life, it seemed had lost its way.
And then you happened,
lifting me up,giving me the urge to stand on my feet again,
You showed me what life realy means,
you taught me how to fight the pain.
Like a mother you bestowed upon me,
your love, your care, your tenderness,
i was a wretched orphan, a nobody's child,
a deserted nomad, my identity was a mess.
your extended golden arms of velvety touch,
were so filled with warmth,they just osmosed the ache away,
those glistening gleams like beads of a necklace,
that guided me like a path to a destiny.
Gratitude fills me,for i have been
shown the purpose of life, which is to be,
and fight for all i believe in, that defines me,
that one thought that sets me free.

A House For Mr.T

Its heartening to see how the world converges to a small room in the shackles of the "ranbhoomi" thrice every semester, six times an year. Its almost as if the entire gravitational force has made this dingy,rectangular,8 feet by 8 feet box the focal point of the universe.
The abode is the residence of one very enchanting Mr.T whom fellows are never going to forget for he'll surely inhabitate the folklore. In fact, i'm sure that a gazillion years from now( maybe a year or two here and there), when alien life visits this planet, the hyms sung in the praise of Mr.T shall still haunt the area.
Let me rant a bit about the tangible articles that define the acoustics of this place. There's a modern prelude of the work of a certain Charles Babbage that continuously pounds the air with its crass cacophony( although Goody comes a not so distant second). then there are the constant verbal duels of the friends of Mr.T. There's the above mentioned Goody, the Chinese fellow, the Devils Advocate and another guy who got screwed but is happy that he atleast did it his way.
Everytime the "era" in question raises its sinister head, paperwork can be seen strewn all around. Furnished wood pulp that long yearned for a hand of love now suddenly finds itself heir to numerous fortunes. If there were such a thing as adoption for inanimate objects, it would have been a hectic period for the authorities( judiciary more likely).
Once the stage has been set, all differences settled, its time to put the less used nerve cells to a little bit of strain. Opinions are divided and so are the teacher's monologues, there are clashes of interest, a violent hooting or two, a sudden hush, someone crackles in a corner, a fellow does a jig, grape juice is shared, ignition mechanisms are tested. A point is certainly made to devour the eyes with the latest cinematic marvel or catastrophe. Minutes tickle past, hours whizz by, but the will to work together for a better tomorrow is stagnant( and yes its just that, STAGNANT).
Its a new day, the repeat telecast is about to begin. Intrested???????

Thank You

Running into circles,
trying to surprise you,
trying to remind you,
the times that have been.
You're the queen of angels,
the sound of sea in sea-shells,
i have no words to tell you,
what you mean to me.
Let my love mesmerize you,
my care satisfy you,
you're the reason i discovered,
a side of me i've never seen.
whenever i'm lost, i see in your eyes,
and find my way back home.
when i'm bruised and battered, my soul is torn,
i seek shelter in your love's dome.
you're a walk in the fresh mountain air,
you're the vigour and enthusiasm at a country fair,
you're a blessing thats benn granted, you're a wish thats come true,
Thank you

The Poem With No Title

This poem is about a doctor in severe need of money who is going to perform an abortion. He is talking to the child being aborted, feeling sorry for what he’s about to do and the repentance that is associated with this deed. Could not think of any title for this one, so the weird name

I’m sorry for what I’m gonna do,
I’m sorry for what I’m gonna put you through,
Believe me, I never wanted to be this way,
The world is cruel,not everyone can have their say.
I’m not the kind of man I might seem to be,
I know that when I leave this world,hell is awaiting me.

As I put you to sleep,
Its my soul that weeps,
And now I’m gonna ease your pain,
I’m never gonna be able to see my face again.
I’m shaken, my hands are betraying me,
They’ve become so numb, am breathing painfully,
I’ll never know how you feel in there,
But what I feel outside is pandemonium everywhere,
Its not you alone who’ll be the victim of this sin,
There’ll be two souls that die today,
My mind is choking now,
The lights have gone out,
Reality is staring me in my face,
I’m an assassin, I’m a killer, I’m humanity’s disgrace.
Its an act against God, it’s a sacrilege to take a life,
I’ve turned pale,, I’ve turned white, my conscience is poking me with knives.
I’ve degraded my existence,
With a heavy heart my body is laden,
Tie me down, tie me tight,
Shut the doors of the iron maiden.

And now that I have plagued you with the serum of death,
Darkness descends me,I’m gasping for breath,
I’ve made my life a bloody hell,
In peace I shall live no more,
For what awaits me now,
It all has repentance in store.

The Day I Died

It was an ordinary day,
Except that I died,
My knees turned weak,
My head swerved,
My eyes turned red,
My feelings still unnerved.
I was sitting down,
I was sitting still,
My thoughts ran a mock
Like Adam’s ale in a water mill.
My body felt hollow,
My voice an echo of despair,
Like a heartbroken Romeo,
damaged beyond repair.
I’ve killed myself,
Its not that I never tried,
Am so ashamed of myself,
There’s no place to hide.
What brought along this crisis,
Was it pain, was it grief?
Was it a trust
beyond belief?
I don’t know the answer,
I’m just too naïve,
I’m just another fellow,
I’ve made my life a strife.
Should I pity myself,
Should I weep and mourn my death?
Should I avenge the perpetrators who
took away my breath?
Of the moments that were,
Of the moments that have been,
I’ve never seen life depart so fast,
in the times that I have seen.
Like a zombie I crave for existence,
My flesh all bashed and torn,
beneath the fake smiling mask,
that for long I have worn.
Oh help me, oh help me,
The cries are for god to hear,
A punishment grouse than this one,
Well, dats for me to fear.
But im dead,it doesn’t matter,
the dead do no talking,
if u still see me around you,

Its not me, its just a Dead Man Walking.

And Why..........

Allrite, so this poem basically should not be here, it doesn't belong to the world of blogs, but ...well....i just cheated myself in posting it, so here it goes.....


And why i think about you a lot,
is a thought i frequently ask from me,
i stay up long thoughtful nights,
looking for answers to this only,
why am i gleefully excited for one sight of yours?
why one faint whisper of your voice can keep me smiling for hours?
over all this i ponder,
what brings out such glee,
are you a magician?
or is it crazy me????
When you search for the answers,
you'll be perplexed too,
coz the reasons if you wanna get,
you'll have to meet you.

When You're Not Here

Life's a lie when you're not here,
Its a world full of dismay,
life's a lie when you're not here,
not with me by my side,
even the rainbow seems grey.

I feel so empty to the core,
how long this pain i have to bear,
life's a lie when you're not here,
time is one painful ride,
shadows of sadness everywhere.