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Friday, November 30, 2007

Memories.........(Written by my father!)

A little boy with,
the whole world in his eyes,
stood near the doors,
waiting for someone who cares.

Heard the feeble sound of a bike,
from a distance, joyous ever,
pressing his face on the door,
eagerly awaiting them forever.

Eyes glitter, smiles blossom,
there came his parents,
who left him in the morning,
and returning in the evening.

That moment was real, his
expressions still haunt,
though years roll out, his
parents' memories are alive....

Monday, November 05, 2007

Goin' Down.....

Constraints and rules bind me down,
And barbed wire around my heavy crown,
In the cracked mirror, I see a clown,
I lose the grip, I'm goin' down.....

Weird actions and weirder thoughts,
Wasted fears and sinister plots,
Pointless quarrels and weary fights,
And lust of unattainable heights.....

Weepin' bloody tears deep down inside,
Actin' calm and composed outside,
This life I lead, a stage-show, drama,
Spittin' in blasphemy like a Llama.....

Like a bride in a bloody gown,
I reach out but I'm goin' down.......

I'm to blame......

Facin' bloody hell enroute to heaven,
All my spirits and friends I lose,
The fiery words taken and given,
And the god-damn emotions runnin' loose.

And sweat breaks on the brow,
As I try to calm the storm within,
Never knew somethin' this low,
Could spring from me, deep within.

For esoteric reasons I lose my mind,
Hangin' by the last twig it seems,
These lousy emotions, a whole new find,
Losin' out to these razor-sharp whims.

Unforgiven, as I do feel,
EVen with so much warmth around,
No-one but I'm to blame,
To put my tender hands into the flame......


Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The Countryside.......

Fragrance of a thousand lilies, 
Wafting through the air,
Hovering wasps with bulging bellies, 

Hum and they don't care,

Swaying with the biting zephyr, 
Ears of corn they sing,
And I dance away with great fervour, 

And gladness it does bring!

O'er the rounded rocks, 

Gurgles past the healing river,
A silent assassin does lurk, 

Big eyes, gave him the giver,

And in the overgrown thickets, 
Slithers past the fanged beast,
And with the music of the crickets, 

It gathers up a feast!

Down came the sweet showers, 

Feeding rain as some say,
Dance and sing the young lovers, 

All their worries at bay,

The intoxicating smell of soil, 
Rises into the grey sky,
Rewards all the sweat and toil, 

And the farmers they cry!

Calm pleasant and serene, 

Is my countryside,
All joyous, all humane, 

Till the green horizon wide,

With all the humming hornets, 
And all the singing birds,
There'll be my last nest, 

I'll sleep, amidst drowning words.......

Thursday, October 25, 2007

The Struggle.....

Gettin' back at the bastards again,
All my confidence I regain,
Maybe it's wrong, Maybe it's right,
I don't give a damn, I'll fight,
Tears and emotions may overflow,
I can't cry, Can't bow low,
Then come frustration and knowledge of fear,
But it'll be done for my near n dear,
Runnin' to the bottomless abyss,
Cries of agony and scatterin' like mice,
On the putrid winds I'll fly,
Over the mountains, But I don't know why,
Like a metal spear on a broken heart,
I'll pounce down to whom I lost,
Bruised and broken, As I many seem,
A sentimental fool, When I dream,
Emoting the bruises deep within,
Waiting for the tears to sink in,
But 'Grrr...' roars the lion inside,
And 'Pow!' scatters the nimble outside,
See, How fickle is the mind,
Changes rise above the sands of time,
And there come the bastards again,
Tryin' to wash their sins benign,
And weak, as we maybe now,
But strong are the feelings, How
are we goin' to hold our kin,
Close to our heart, without sin,
Definitely time for a revolution,
Motivation, Attribution and Retribution.......

Monday, October 15, 2007

Innocent Musings

I said, let there be gloom,
Let me believe cows jumping over the moon,
Of crystal balls n Santa Claus,
I hold little tid-bits I cherish,
And then, a funeral passes by,
Brings all the lies and I cry.

Smitten by sights near and dear,
And transparent ghosts I fear,
You say, to err is human,
Let me do what I care!
Let me do a little good turn,
For, it maybe the time to burn.

From straight down inside I pretend,
To be the one I adore, Lament,
when the river of sorrows bursts,
And in Him, let me trust,
Short, as maybe my time,
But let me strive and make it rhyme!

For,
Who knows, it maybe the swansong,
For all the right maybe all the wrong!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The love remains......

Deep down inside, my stream of hope,
Becomes jus' a trickle, and flows down the slope.

The single, last drop of power,
Evaporates, leavin' my spirits lower.

In my mind, the river of tranquility,
Dries up, and destroys the lush vicinity.

And the ragin' sea of my strength,
Becomes barren and lifeless throughout its length.

And I, thank him for the oodles of love,
My last resort, my treasure-trove..........

The healin' rain.......

In the blood-red skies,
Rises the smell of burnt flesh,
Frantic little human hearts,
Plummet into the bottomless abyss,
Cries of fear and pain within,
There's chaos in the noisy sepulchre,
Ah! Cry a thousand hearts,
Waiting for the healin' rain......

What's in the heart of hearts,
No one's gonna understand,
Full of evil and ugly warts,
With all emotions going bland,
A thousand hearts torn into shreds,
Jus' a second was all it took,
Ah! Cry a billion hearts,
Waitin' for the healin' rain......

Red River.......

The breeze bears a sepulchral air,
The pain within, more than we can bear,
The waves lashing at our feet,
Brings the worst fear we're gonna meet,
Where, is the healing love??
The view, that makes us go wow!

He, made the miracle of birth,
The grief which came with cruel mirth,
The air-borne castles come crashin' down,
And tears stain the bloody crown,
This bloody bloody battle-field,
Weapons these arms did never wield.

Time brings down the mayhem,
We forget even what brought 'em,
Unlike those numb broken hearts,
Pierced thro' with venomous darts,
Each tear in the stained ground,
Like salt on the open wound.

Red River, flowin thro' the town,
Red River, floodin' our minds,
Red River, sweepin' away the stain,
Red River, over the sands of time......

Untitled.......

You're still there in these dreams,
Takin' my breath away,
A body sweet like cream,
Spellbound, what can I say!

It's all jus' in my head,
Still, I lose my cool,
As I lie awake in bed,
And I prove myself a fool!

As my eyes seek reality,

The goddess disappears,
Her head held in vanity,
And a known silhouette appears!

Tired and speechless I lie,
With covers all over me,
A single tear escapes my eye,
I know what's it gonna be!

I wash it down the sink,
Calm and cool I get,
And I gave a wink,
In the mirror, when my eyes met!


Sunday, April 08, 2007

My Utopian Belle..........

Jus' one glimpse to kindle the flame,
Bet everyone here feels the same,
As we all so covertly express ourselves,
She sways and swirls with profound glee,
And we in our visions change into elves,
Bet u can't find people to disagree.........

She's so sweet and sober, unlike the winds of October,
I want to be with her, but my vision seems to blur,
Thinking of the skies above, she's like a white dove,
I'm perched atop an ant-hill, with miles above to fulfill...........

Jus' one glimpse to kindle the flame,
Bet everyone here feels the same,
That delicate hand held by another swain,
An avalanche of reactions, I try to entertain,
Rage, fury and hatred and deeper emotions,
Forceful as the cruelest and deepest oceans..........

She's so sweet and sober, unlike the winds of October,
I want to be with her, but my vision seems to blur,
Thinking of the skies above, she's like a white dove,
I'm perched atop an ant-hill, with miles above to fulfill...........



A boy's dream............

Peeping thro' the nearby parapet,
Looking at the neighbour's daughter,
Who's in all bliss and laughter,
And his imagination begins to fret!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........

Sitting on the couch in solitude,
Thinking of the hiked up skirt,
Drenched with sweat is his shirt,
In all this make-believe altitude!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........

Dreaming about everything in peace,
The upholstery of the room comes in mind,
Wanting to be there from the rind,
He passes out with real ease!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Spread your wings and fly away..........

Spread your wings and fly away,
Into the realm of the clouds,
For, Who knows, When mankind,
would be cast, into ever-binding moulds.

Spread your wings and fly high,
Be nothing, but a speck in the horizon,
For, Who knows, That might be your fate,
In this tainted land, my friend!

Spread your wings and soar above,
All the picturesque mountains and meandering streams,
For, Who knows, They might be nothing,
But, excavations beneath the sands of time.

Spread your wings and flap them hard,
Rekindle the sense of independence,
For, Who knows, Till when it'll last,
Only to be knaved, and the clock ticks....................