When Gibson said goodbye

Can I touch that key?
Can I play, that song, would I be a prodigy?
Or would I be rather sad,
Will that make you happy

Will you teach me,
Will you sing with me,
Will you sing me to sleep

Or would you rather make money
would you rather not come home
Would you rather sleep it off
Or did you ask me to do the same

Will you judge
Will you say play again
Will you be able to let me know
Will you be able to comply, in silence

Can I go now,
Isn't it too late
Did you not get my letters
Did you forget?

Should I too,
Does that mean I have to forgive,
will you ask for it
I shall think

Are you making me think
Tell me I can't tell
Am I too little, are you too big

Tell me again,
I can't tell
Can you write, I will not ask
Not for more,

I can ask for less,
Will that be enough
Will that be too much

I shall not sleep
I will wait, do you want me to?
Does that make you uncomfortable

Do I make you queasy
You want to know about me
Should I say it

Am I too loud
Ain't you too quite
Do you want me to stop

Tell me I can't tell
Tell me again, I won't say again
Will that be too much
Will that be enough

To lament on rooftops

A dysfunctional writer like me who often has so much to say and nothing to put down on paper is usually tormented by ideas. Oh yes I’ve stopped blogging and the whole idea to write has started to creep me. What possibly than an empty page which rebukes at the very thought of ink, staring back with its wide hollow emptiness can let you stand erect.

That old sound of crisp paper, the tinkling of new thoughts and the archaic fountain pen evoked memories of all the good times we had. But then I was advised by my very wise fellas to do to away with it all. The Ms Word will be your bible and Google your Holy Grail, I was told. And as fate had it, I was typing at the speed a word per minute (my associations with technology is deeply paralysed, this was a milestone and you’re not to think of it otherwise).And then the tinkling was washed away with ready to publish googled pieces, the ideas were lost and the pen long forgotten. While the hysterically naïve me, tries to wipe tear-lets of lost wisdom. I have been deceived with the glory of new age techno-literates, and I’m here to lament over on the same lines.

As regressive as I may sound with my experiences with repelling highly conducive technology, the point here cannot be mistook for anti-modernization. I’m pro-development, improvement and what not as long as it doesn’t dehumanizes the essence of what we are. I agree with the need for massive employment of machines and widespread industrialisation, we can’t stay the third world country that loans out every now and then from the World Bank. But can we also afford massive deployment of labour, let an entire strata of people dwell under the realms of absolute ignorance. Do we have the right to pursue sacrilege of this stature?

Forgive me for spanning my inability to create into the antagonizing ideas of development. But correct me if you think I’m unable to see the point in churning up instantaneously into powerdom here. My only point is how can we proceed if we vanquish the essence of our identity? How do we see a future if we sabotage what made us get here? How do we anticipate ahead if we cannot reminisce the bygone?

Since I’ve flexed every issue except my absence from the blogosphere, I conclude that the coagulated ideas that had rested inside is giving me migraines. And I hereby rest both my cases.

Blatant Lies

Outspoken Facets

Contrived mysteries

All painted in ordeal

A silent battle

Inclined to none

Choices are few

Decisive in abundance

All characters, one creator

A plot; a game

Designed to perfection

Destined to succeed

A prophesied beginning

A framed end

Structured to proceed

Here none win, nor lose

It breaks to join

It ends to begin

Reiterating in cadency

It’s all fair

Play by the rules

Trounced beyond belief

The time is now

And you're here to stay


Oh SHE lent me a hand too 

A New Hope

A new page
A new day
A new life
It's not lost

It's white
Unforeseen
Smiling still
It's yet to begin

It's yet to relinquish
It's here to stay
It's here to hope
Its here to live

DESTINY

Flashed identities to begin

Borrowed hopes to fulfill

Rehearsed memories to visit

I am just a silent bird

Treading past dreams

Pushing their theories

Condemning all identities

I do not reveal

Followed rhythms to play

Golden paths in the making

Travelled by and large

My beats lie elsewhere

Resting on broken shells

Relying on shadowed existence

The drill continues

I go on

Fighting thy demons

Rewriting the melodies

Tapping my own tune

I am all set to roar

Blamed to empathy

I hung my head in shame

With each passing day

I succumb to oblivion

Numbness to the core

I feel the shivers on my spine

Branching into madness

Its hard to hold tight

The lights have dozed out

Inhaling darkness with every hour

The void is yet to come

In strange humourless sarcasm i shriek

Those feelings ,I recall

Assorted spasms of joy and affection

Of timeless laughter

So stupefying in its splendor

The butterflies have gone

Corpse bodies like me

The memories are bleak

Nothing to lose nor to hold

The chuckle is coarse

Wounded my heart lay,

It's just a stingy scar

Marred from a catastrophic plight

They said I was brave

I got what I fought for

Or was just plain old lucky

Cos things always came to me

So I never shed a tear

Not in their front nor at their backs

Every dawn I masked a new smile

And covered the eyes with senseless pride

Every dusk

I repeated the ghastly night

Having countless conversations in my head

Trying to mend my damaged soul

For I always believed

It would all end like a bad dream

a disastrous performance nearing the finish line

And I would wake up to glory

I t felt nice

For those bleak moments

To just live in the false pretence

That nothing had changed

I never knew it slipped

Hanging my existence in the frail thread of hope

The madness that incapacitated me

Was simply beyond my control

And just then I suddenly knew

For better or for worse

It will all be over

Either me or the wound ,one had to lose

And I don't know why

God had changed his mind

It was I who survived that day

And I didn't know what to feel

Was it good or bad

I still have no clue

But in due course

I was glad I had won

Still,in some dark lonely nights

When I'm about to lay my head

Its hard to believe

It happened to me

The forgotten cries

Moist green in an open sky
Listen close to the dew that drops by
You'll hear a chuckle ,a carefree banter
Somewhere,miles from here

Shining hair touching her hips
Pastelled hues in their quite murmurs
Dancing to the morning dawn
Parting lips for a big fat grin

Oh! what a sunny day,
And what a pretty may
The world stands proud
With the daughters laughing loud

But beauty is not forever
And its end has come near
All the things happy and all the things nice
Slipped away from those tight little fists

Her innocence got killed
And charm blotched
In muted moans and frailed protests
The pink frock lays torn and red

By the next winter sun
The cries has lost it's turn
The floor is swiped clean
Of the souless corpse that was long forgotten

The open skies rings bells of darkness
Dew drops lays frozen
The tinkling chuckles and carefree banters
Are a distant memory of the lifeless murmurs

The Last Goodbye

Lines are drawn
Boundaries are laid
Limits are set

With each passing day
It gets harder to refrain
To stay the way i'm expected to be

Where do I stand
Amidst all this chaos
Tied or caged

I choose niether
My existernce is beyond definitions
Beyond landmarks

It's time my feelings matter
And you better take me seriously
Cos i'm tired to walk your way

It's simple now
I couldn't agree more
And everything lays crystal clear

I'm free now
I go my own way
And you go yours

I only hope we meet again
And this time
Not by a mere chance


But by the choices we make
As 2 independent equals
And we meet because we wanted to..............

seeking destiny

As I travel in the saffron hued dunes
Fiery red since noon
Hot winds blowing across my face
The sun beating down every path I trace
Exausted I stay on the move
Desperate to reach soon

Miles covered seeking destiny
Yet seems as zilch in the expance of mustard toupey
Just a few steps away I'm told
By the mentor whose impatience is yet to unfold
Oh Lord! someone gasped
By this time we all seem to have lapsed

As just as we were about to give in
Sparkling hues caught our vision
Sheer beauty was right away
Awaiting to wash us, to sway
It seemed so conspicous
Aqua marine so delirious

While serene hope has resided deep again
And maimness was harder to remain
Marching ahead and marching together
Determined for its now or never
And this time we shan't give up
For better or for worse we shall live up

Left and Right and Right and Left
We have made it,Oh yes! we did it
Joyous cries mourns of celebrations
Uprooting all failed allegations
We have defeated the cowarice
Accomplished what didn't seem nice

And the time did arrive
To reward us for what wer did strive
Bitter and sweet at the end
All juxtaposed like long lost friends
Thus everything eventuually
Fell where they were supposed to be

The Lost Battles

As I sit across
I wonder what a toss
Hundreds massacred & thousands scathed
But alas, we still remain unperturbed
Babies orphaned, Sons sacrificed
Still too little for us to take a stride

The KARGIL,the MALEGAON,the TAJ
All shattered by & large
I do not see where we fail?
Where is the mystic trail?

Politicians,police or judiciary
Who's turn is it for us to vilify
Is it enough! it is just too much!
Isn't it the umpteenth time we still are acting dunce

We stand up, we get up
But at the end we have to shut up
The days passes by & time escapes
AND our pocket full of patience ends

They say it will heal
And we shall again march back to our meals
We showcase resillience
And think it's all we need

The streets are crowded
And we have all nodded
That we shall forgive
And eventually get back to live

While somethings are harder to refrain
As they won't ever be the same
My mind is not free yet
It still haunts me with memories of the terrorising death

And again I ask myself
What took me several days to dwelve
pouring out to weep,
Will I be ever able to sleep?
while boys with hand grenade
Strand my country to bleed

Untitled

I hear so much , yet I speak so little
I see,so much,yet I believe so little
I think so much,yet I work so little
I know so much,yet I recall so little
I dream so much ,yet I realize so little


I try so much,yet I succeed so little
I want so much,yet I get so little
I feel so much, yet I show so little
I do so much,yet I’m appreciated so little

Just once and only once in my life

I want to break free, run wild and flee off Just once and only once in my life

I want to chase the furious wind, a heavy storm Just once and only once in my life

I want to be carefree in my thoughts, happy in my mind and contented in my own kind Just once and only once in my life

I want to be free Just once and only once in my life

I want to chase my dream, my beautiful dream I want to ride the rainbows and caress the stream Just once and only once in my life

I want to leave dissapointment far behind Worries and fear in a distant mind Just once and only once in my life

I want to be deaf to abuse and discouragement And leave failures to its extent Just once and only once in my life