12/04/2007
A Mouthful of Sky
If I can have the whole world to myself
Even for a day
I would make it see the sweetest dream that I’ve imagined
At every day-break the birds will chirp and sing
Extolling a freedom seldom seen
Teardrops from innocent faces drying up
Before it washes down the smile
Rainbows- so vibrant and shimmering
Helping to spread the good vibes
Like a young brave artist—not yet drunk on melancholia
I’ll try to paint the world…
Red, green blue and many such hues
If I can have the whole world to myself
Even for a day
I’ll make every child’s bedtime wish come true
Every broken heart, every lonely soul
Hey! Don’t yet fold…
Someone, somewhere you’ll surely find…
With whom life will be a joyride
Believe me when I say--Lifetime memories will be erased
When thy beloved clutch on to you!
I too had my time, I lived my dreams
I am walking now the thousand lonely miles…
Hoping that… someone will walk the few hundred steps to meet me!!
At the end of the day… when the sunset comes…
And angels come knocking at my door…
Telling me that my Time has passed
I’ll be happy that I had the whole world to myself (even for a day)
Happy with what I’m leaving behind---
-The birds flying
-Couples in embrace
-Springtime all around
-Lost souls finally reaching home
-No greed, no hunger
-People singin’ and dancin’ and believing in Love
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09/03/2006
Nowhere Man
Scrawny, haggard and unkempt.
Have seen him in the pavement since days.
Must’ve been not so grotesque once…
Now only a vestige of that remains.
Like some memories sweet…
Everything in him was faded
But spare a thought for his eyes…
They betray his state of being…
They stand like some rocks…
Enduring the wild sea.
How many secrets do they hold?
How many tears they might have shed?
Mocking at the very world that calls him insane.
Maybe he could’ve made something great
---- Out of his life!
Just like the way engineers and managers do!
Maybe that drunkard had some better plans!!
Drinking deep that perennial nectar…
Showing disdain to life and death alike.
Everyone stares at him while passing by
But he’s blind to them all…
He just smiles at imaginary things
And shrugs his head.
No wonder people call him mad!!
Nobody understood him…
But now he just doesn’t care.
Time ceased to exist for him…
As if it has come to a standstill.
What do they call him?
A living dead?!
A nowhere man?!
Perhaps…
Life they say is about moving on
Where love’s just a journey
Towards the destination.
But who’ll make him understand…
He just doesn’t seem to care.
Life has many meanings…
Inherent or otherwise.
But for some they are more profound.
Not everything is means to an end.
The heart does play a game…
That reason knows nothing of!
I feel pity for him…
But I wonder if he felt anything.
Beating of the heart doesn’t make a man alive
What a waste of life…. what a waste!!
When dreams rot…
And mind stores them for keeps
That’s what makes life a livin’ Hell!
Poor man…
Why you chose to suffer…
And put all of us to shame?
Why don’t you forget everything
And start life afresh?
Maybe there’s someone waiting for you
In the spirit’s shore.
Just don’t fade away…
Coz, it’s not the way.
Maybe one day all will understand
What you did to yourself.
But I guess that…
It’ll be too little too late by then.
You gave your life for that someone special
Although she didn’t even looked back!
‘’May you find salvation’’---
Nowhere man…
May your penance succeed!!! Amen.
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08/07/2006
Bondage
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07/20/2006
Imagine...
Imagine a sky so blue
Imagine a rose in full bloom
Imagine a world full of Love
the dreams we’ve woven together
With the fabric of love
imagine if it’s for true.
The smile of your visage
The pain of my heart
Imagine, imagine…
Imagine a morning dewdrop kissing your lips
Imagine a child’s first cry
Imagine a world full of Hope
the world we’ve woven together
With our flights of fantasy
Imagine if it’s for true.
The path of your dreams
The cries of my soul
Imagine, imagine…
Imagine a tiny boat in the rocky sea
Imagine a dying man asking for Life
Imagine a world full of Abstractness
you close your eyes and find me near
I die with your name on my lips
Imagine if it’s for true.
The dimple of your cheeks
The prayer on my lips
Imagine, imagine…
Imagine if we’re born again
Imagine if love helps us to meet (again!)
Imagine a world full of Miracles
You extend your arms
And I come near you
Imagine if it’s for true.
The inter-weaving of our destinies
The union of our souls
Imagine, imagine…
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06/30/2006
Prisoner of the Mind
Prisoner of the mind
is what life has made out of me.
Every flower that I touched
turned into a damnation, a forlorn curse.
How much you want me to pretend…
That I am not dead yet?
How much do I have to smile…
To hide the tears?
The mind is causing me all the pain
Showing me motifs that just don’t fade.
Like a charlatan… fighting hidden demons
Like a child…chasing imaginary butterflies.
Existence is blurred
In a mire of emotions.
A steely silence lulls me to sleep
Only to jostle me up the next moment.
With imaginary silhouettes clouding my senses
Doomed for life… in a living hell.
After all, what else can you say of a man
Who’s but a prisoner of his own mind!
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05/06/2006
1st anniversary
Time surely flies... and it has been one year since i started penning down my thoughts in this blog. And the irony is that im not sure whether i'll be able to write anything coherent ever again. Nevertheless i've heard that 'Life is Beautiful'... so will take some time out to smell the flowers strewn along life's path... and if i ever pick up the pen again believe me... its Love that will make it possible... the love of LIFE!!
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01/14/2006
An epitaph for the day after...
No one loves me
Yeah! No one loves me.
I start to walk alone…
Through the wet sand
With only my shadow besides me.
Thinking…
How much I want to hold back,
How much I want to let go…
… Of the past?
It has got memories
That sometimes made me to cry.
But these very tears once
Promised me such great joys.
It felt like the freshness of a first kiss
O’ I remember the day when we first met!
I’m fading away with nothing …
but memories clutched to my heart now
As I look into the horizon… by the sea.
Thinking about tomorrow…
My heart shuddered
‘Coz my kind of world
Never existed anywhere.
A man won’t live to see tomorrow.
He dies!!
Hurrah!! You can’t kill him further!
No one loves me.
Yeah! No one loves me.
I start to walk alone…
Through the wet sand
With only my shadow besides me.
Thinking…
Why no one ever loved me?
Why no one ever cared for me?
I tried to caress the roses …
That came into my life…
Alas! Roses have thorns…
And my heart was pricked
And I bled till red.
I was told by this worldThat every answer…
Doesn’t need to have a question.
But my heart still asks the question: “Why?”
Tell me why my eyes are wet today?
… For losing someone…
who wasn’t mine…
… even for a moment!
I walk alone… all alone
Hoping that she’s there
In the darkness around…
Waiting to grasp my hand
And whisper…
That there’s indeed someone
--- Who’s mine forever!
Maybe the pain of memories
Will liberate me one day…
And I’ll fly in the cerulean sky…
Where the waves of the rogue sea
Can’t kill my hopes,
Can’t even stop me from flying.
But for now…
All my dreams stand shattered.
And life’s breaking me within…
Having to drag my body around
As if it’s numb and dead.
Now I’m really lonesome and scared.
Seeing me walking towards the darkness
What if…
My shadow too vanishes from my midst?!
I walk alone… all alone
… into the alluring darkness.
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