Monday, November 19, 2007

Finest doggerels of all time

Weariness
I’m tired of the face I’ve got,
I’m tired of my heart inside
I’m tired of everything that breathes
I’m tired but I can’t go to sleep…
Better were the days, no more indeed
When I laughed at my present
& cried all night
At least no more was my grief to greet
Wasn’t I the only walking alone?
Slowly the ambiance showed its hue
And I lost my sanity to fate……
Some choose death and some choose life
and some get trapped in the gap within
none wants to die, for the love of life
all wish to survive and see all sides
how feeble man gets when the truth reckons
humble mind speaks, heart never listens
saga it is and saga do lie
our life is a beauty in the faintest light
we want the sun to never set,
neither the moon to get upset
our reasons are hapless and questions too
a few tried to change but died in the loop
God is kind but he is busy, sort of.


Drunks don't go far

Drunks don’t go that far
They can’t move their dreams
They won’t die the day as well
For they wish to stay, not leave
Their friends are ever awake
The glasses, shades and drink
Drunks don’t go that far
They can’t move their dreams
They won’t die the day as well
For they wish to stay, not leave
Their friends are ever awake
The glasses, shades and drink!

Ending steps
This skin will nest maggots on end
No sign of me stays through long
My breath won’t kick dust, no more
Within it will move death inward?
Who was I ever to smell soil?
Besides the token name I’ve got
Few drops of cry won’t last
And some words of tales, lost
Under this cloud I had moved by
Sucked in air and warmth of light
Seen some dreams in dark night
Loved some, hated few all in life
May I’ll never return back in sight
May I’ll never see my face
May this stays the longest time
i ever thought i could make...


Forgotten days

‘Some days are meant to fade away
some roads we leave and move ahead’
these words were who consoled me then
can’t say the same right now again!
I do feel good to breath this life,
life that could’ve never touched my sight
but that smile do occurs at night
and that face which can’t lie
flooding my thoughts,
belying my convictions,
stabbing my freedom,
freedom to think the way I like!
Many eyes confronts and moves aside
but that smile stay on, alone
as if to provoke my careless state
and question me for my loneliness
innocence pervades bellicose debate
debate which wins down her gaze
can’t say how much I miss those days
better off like the man they dreamt,
albeit I can’t deny my dismal way
still that ‘sparkle niche’ brings disdain!
my head shuns onto higher aim,
aim to curb this baloney instead!

Friendship days
No days can match my days with you
filled my life with words and hue
you my friend, you know me good
may not remember the days we ruled
but I do, the moments had sped
we grew up tied up like fools!
had our times in bad and hope
you were there, as it always showed
a friend like you, needed, more than food
though my life has changed much
yet not seen anyone closer than you
your place is in my heart’s door
day to celebrate may come and go
but our friendship won’t escape this truth
we are and we will be as we should
held by breath and goodwill could,
never leave our touch for eternal world!

Mistaken
The sound that grumbles in my ear
are not the voice of song or odes
It is the deep pain of those in fear
out of their home and onto street
No one knows the grave reason
for this disruption and this commotion
yet going through this season
deepened in sanguine ocean…dead
permeated smell of blood on floor
someone, anyone, lets get forward
try out something, anything new
ask the killers to stop their bullets
“let my people on land live!”
the surly fever wraparound me
I hold a pen in my weak fingers
covered in shivers of shrouded cry
asking for kindness to smile.

Stains of war


Blood has spilled, rain bade bye
Sun still kissing the wounds alive
Roads are waiting, traveler’s unseen
Is it a beginning or end, it seems’
Days ago, kids were out
Days ago, kitchens smelt fine
Days ago, smiles did smiled
Days ago, veins flowed strong.
Story has changed, curtains stained
Some surviving on dusky breath
Others forsaken by angels of death
God visited but he too left
Didn’t say a word; simply wept.

Unheard words
These are just words…..endless words
Words that means none to some
Still for others, on abode of love
These are just words…..poems
Lost in middle of waves to clash
Just like words of budding truth
Alone nowhere in forest of wild fruits
Tasted sin and did some good
These words never meant so much
Between silence and chaos indeed.

Birthday thanks

Some days are long, some go too short,
but in between, a few, keeps the rest apart
very unique, serene and subtle,
These days stands tall on our year' crown
when our friends are born
may be, this day took quite a long ago
lost in the mist of history, left nowhere to go
when the Great Hands thought for a change
this friend of mine happened on such a day
she might have been angelic then
but she hasn't been any less graceful hence
life has its corner, its no empty circle
things take place in a spate of chance
world and its rules leave no time to see,
the beauty behind our birth, its endless mysteries
we are dragged on and we move too fast
having no question to ponder or ask,
we earn a few friends that stand along
some due clouded in mundane stroll
This day is too short to celebrate this gift
every moment's in debt to that heavenly deal
when he thought it right to twist in trends
and let you end up as my lovely friend!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

A rebel without a clause

All our sorry life, we want to prove our self, be it in carom, cards or funny races. Remember the time when we were kids with hardly a just notion of our personal self and underestimated curiosity, this was the period when we truly got ingrained and embedded with the virus of victory. I also find it interesting that I was always a choker, somebody with speed and pace then eventual loser of no means. My parents were not that pushy, may be they were too busy trying to put food on the table and presses on our uniforms.

We don't want to lose because we are too afraid to peek into our own little prejudice towards our negativity, our downfall and succumbing maudlin. Nonetheless we start perceiving our self in the same way the framework of the world allots. The greatest and greats are remembered not for their unbridling achievements but for their audacity to stand apart and create a tiding s of their wish with hurdling a feather gone astray. i wonder if we would want to remember Achilles or his stupid eponymous enunciation, but for the sake that he dared to test his fate on scale on that ship with black flag! There are many examples, be it Einstein's eccentricity or Mohammad Ali's penchant for controversial standpoints, or Rimbaud's nubile love. All these tales inspire us to stay wide eyed and bow.
We don't poems, or for that case, any essential display of complicated art. We don't want to be subservient in any way, be it Da Vinci competing with our folly. But one thing is for sure, some day out of nothing, we'll get reckoned back to reality and see for our self that we were everything but correct and in that fateful moment, we'll want to get noticed and said some beautiful words that don't exist elsewhere but in challenged realm of words and unspoken wisdom.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

PhiloSOURphy on Life

First of all, I instinctively believe that life must not be treated in its abstract form. Freedom is essential part of this voyage called life. Victory, ambition, dream, dedication are attached, no doubt, but the very essence of life is far too elite…to be expressed. In everyday life, I’ve seen a lot of ups & downs but one thing strikes me through is the way ‘my life’ & ‘I’ is connected. I often wonder what would have been my life was I born some famous personality or so-called stars. But then this is what life is all about! To me, it seems like I was supposed to be a bird but ended up a human. Because I often understand the dissimilarity between me and my other friends who simply don’t take risk. I’m not saying that life is meant to be tested or breath held longer to prove might. All I’m trying to purport is that we are unheedingly sublime as we tend to be since we are socially answerable to the society we are in. But life could be too short to hold back on our dreams or to choke our urge to express our creativity. These all factors shape our life as we understand every single day of our life that we are here to learn, not to prophesize any event, as we often tend to do.

I am hardly religious and never observed fast or other religious obligation. But I don’t stoop to orthodox rituals that don’t stand the test of time. To me, God is within me and I’m trying to find him outside of me so that I can show myself how my creator looks like. That’s my thought on religion and more importantly on God. Friendship, honesty, courage, modesty are something we learn in moral science and of course, within the walls of our home. But to apply these unwritten codes in pragmatic life is assuredly a chore to do. Being human we calculate our risks and needs evenly; in this line we lose a lot of colour. We are abruptly selfish and terminally hypocritical, despite the fact that we are ruling the animal kingdom. And we don’t need to worry of any species taking over us. Yet we are insecure and are fighting among ourselves and all this either in the name of an innocent lord or violent means. I truly believe that our life is bounded to each other in some way and if we don’t feel that hunch of being connected then we are pathetically growing isolated. My grandmother often used to render stories about battle between good and evil in which evil is always subdued. But my grandma wasn’t aware of the fact that in today’s world these stories mean zilch. Even our schools are tired of these clich├ęd tales and our kids have grown too big to imbibe these elements.

Eventually, all our actions results in something which could be good or bad or stupid. But seriously who cares? Your parents? Your teachers? To me, it seems that results are fabricated and lose their mettle once the purpose is served. We all are fallacious. We all are fatal. We all are idiotic. So what? Accept it and move. That sounds easy. But trust me. That is the toughest part. To accept the way things are! Some put on their best face and smirk through to get their mean. Some cry foul to achieve what they intended and some simply write poems! Whatever the reasons are, I know for sure that even my life is deserted and hopeless. All parents want their offspring to be self dependent, like any other animal. But we tend to take a lot of time to stand on our own risk. Naturally, we lose a lot of life in it.

Listening to good music is leisure, watching inspiring movies with hard-slap dialogues isn’t going to help our case because little or more everything remains the same.
Today, we as a human race are missing the very fire that ignited renaissance or revolution. We are suppressing our thoughts, lest we may be mocked for our travesty. God forbid, someday we may realize that the kids who were left stranded on the last benches might have us saved or our society or contained aggression. These are just thoughts by which we can debate with whats going on. Since long time, we have turned robotic & worldly affairs are depriving us of our daily leisure. We have stopped living, I guess. Life with all its ingredients including good, bad, ugly and best can deliver back. Of course work is worship and without hard work, we can’t move a inch but at what cost are we providing ourselves these perks of mundane beauty?.......maybe we are paying exorbitantly! We all are different and that’s a good thing because being similar can be monotonous. But we don’t define ourselves by what food we eat, or clothes we wear or beliefs we follow. We just don’t know for real what future holds for us and whether our incumbent action shows any fruit, at all.

I might be too young to comment on issues such as life & death but from whatever books that I’ve reads, movies that I’ve seen and stories that I’ve heard-one thing is for sure, nothing is predictable. We can die any moment and that’s what intrigues me to test myself to the farthest extent. We can’t treat life like a gift because gifts are always smothered and rendered useless. I don’t wish to spoil my life by being corny & afraid. To me, fear is essential until it serves it purpose that is helping us learn. If it is not doing that, then fear is a hindrance, the sooner eliminated, sooner and the good! Sports and school exams teach us that failure is inexcusable but they fail to teach that success is just another side for failure-because a person is winning because someone is out there performing the role of a loser. That is what life duly is! Success can be someone’s curse while perseverance may be someone else’s bliss. We are performers here and we can’t encompass life in its upright form. It is way beyond us. All we can do is stay clear of its tricks and use our brain cells to cope with hurdles. We can be smart or we can dumb but what matters is we realize what we are before its too late. Some people die not knowing the fact that they were utmost gifted because they never realized it themselves and so no one else acknowledged it either. That’s unchecked tragedy. Some people go kill someone because anger overcomes their cloud of sanity. And some cheat and some embezzle even the strongest of walls. Most of these kinds end up in jail. Some forget how they once were outside those stinking wall while some just can’t give up on their hope. But darkness hardly leaves these unfortunate souls alone. What is the whole point behind standing and kneeling and standing and kneeling before a statue or edifice when we can’t figure out ourselves? We don’t find it cool enough to discuss AIDS, drugs, orthodoxy and other trivial concerns. Because we all know that somewhere within us we are contributing to this bane and we are afraid that we may get caught. Life is this and life is that but what is life if we don’t travel and see for ourselves how the sun looks like on the other side or how the leaves fall. These idyllic truths won’t salvage us. But still without love and calm we can’t go long enough to see things and its beauty. We may too end up like vegetables. For me, this is my chance either I get to do it or never again. Its my choice and I must not regret spilled milk!ive got only only one query and that is

These statements are naive in sense but this is what I feel about life. Like I’ve said earlier life can’t be abstract except in poems or on canvas. There are some folks out there who cry on getting their umbrella wet. They will never learn. Life can’t be dealt with words that soothe but with activities that help us go on and on, tirelessly.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

No more eternity

Everyday we hear someone die or someone born.... we as a part of social circus try our best to stay 'touched' by both of these inevitable occurrence.... either with eulogistic words or perfunctory smirk. For world 's sake we were a lot better when the world was bit too primitive... at least we never faked anything, either we killed or got devoured. Today our sense of retirement or involvement speaks volume of what we are or who we really want to be. My dad is a good man, at least that's what he had personified since the days i remember but his thought of survival was very grim & no hassle.. he worked as a floor scrubber at a point & then even went on to flex his sinews on stage.....so in a motif, he truly survived not having to give up what he thought was beautiful or objective.....that isn't the case today,we are too steeped of with hardly any tendency towards 'dignity of labour'! If i speak for myself, i have seen people who were nabobs during partition & now their descendants are pulling rickshaws or embroidering for means. We are lost in our space, we too climbed up the stairs like others and we too will gulp mud like dinos did... no religious inference, whatsoever! Man was scared in the beginning then he realized that fire and fear can't survive together so he handed fire and let fear behind. That was a brave decision - he overcame mammoths eventually, the whole podium of animal kingdom. Today, i don't know for sure but it seems we will go down the dinosaur way- either by fate or internal war for water or other resources of survival. Till then, lets guess.

Just another day

Waking up with alarm ringing and the sound slowly seeping into your dream, all you want to do is stay unperturbed , as if these mundane obligation won't touch you in any way but it always does. Then the same vituperative discussion on future -whats my validity or in some words, am i going earn something or not?...endless dream of playing soccer in Old Trafford or serve-volleying Federer or sharing screen with De Niro or more feasibly, travel alone in a train compartment with no crowd around you breathing right into your lungs! These idyllic prespectives supports a kind of buoyancy which in turn works both end- you dream as if dreaming helps you stay afloat of all undying tension or stand confronted with queries that substantiates your diminshing chance of making it subtly unique in society. I don't know about others. Some worked their loin down till they were weary but achieved what they wanted in life but thats not the same with everyone else. Sometimes you want to jump off the board & experience destruction or just feel the gush of life in that moment.... may be I'm wrong but that's the truth!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Heading somewhere?

Everyday, the same crowd, the same hush-hush, the same proclivity towards elbowing our way to the nearest available mobile. Maybe, this was how it was meant to be. May be, someday we'll realize how foolish we were to be left stranded in a crowd. Or I don't know for sure, this was inevitable, even Gandhi purported the view of undoing industrial revolution, or at least curtail it some extent. We are unwantingly getting denied by ourselves. I may sound naive here or incredulously crude but we need to redeem our existence. I think for once, are we doing what we really wanted or are we simply gushing with the flow?