On my Anniversary

On my way to – write a poem for you
First four lines will speak about
How you inspire me to express
the love in the letters

Next verse I’ll dedicate to the silly fights we shared
When words and silence worked in tandem
on those fights followed by the sleepless nights
Wonder how every next day brought love instead?

The third time I’ll start afresh
Will pour down the giggles you make
while childlike we become cuddling each other
Calling new names but the same love

Romance dies with age they say
that is why I won’t write the last verse
just to make our love eternal
with those unwritten quixotic lines

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Off to Obscurity

Don’t get lost-
That’s what I’ve been told.
A lot.
When I was very young.

There are paths to choose from ahead
Like many others there were before
There are milestones left on the way
(My hopeful heart says)
There will be milestones ahead
but there never was such standstill moment,
like this one.

I cannot go back.
Never did.
I don’t know where I’ll go.
Never before too.

©

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Questions

QUESTIONS?

Does water stick to each other
or compelled to be so?
I got a question
In fact lots of question
for you all to listen and
if I am little lucky then I might get
an answer to some question as such,
Why do the dog bark when it has all the freedom of the night?
Why is cloud attached to the sky even though its destined to fall?
one way or the other

Ok.. well..
I’ll give you a break
take a minute or more if you don’t like what you’re hearing
Maybe you are not used to listen to babbles of a madman of a sort
But even if you turn deaf ear to any of my questions
You won’t be spared.
Cause the next website you are going to open,
the next person you are trying to ring,
the next app you’re trying to run which you downloaded just because you had an access to a free wi-fi
is going to ask you Why you are so gizmophile?
Only If you have ear to hear that, off course,
If your itunes isn’t jam packed into your ear
If you listen,
EVERYTHING questions
and you never hear an answer in air like Dylan heard.

Because you are so associated with the rocket science and
keep forgetting its the space you are about to explore.
The engine, the combustion, the throttle interests you
How curiosity rover functions interests you
How it reached the mars interests you
But Why is space empty doesn’t
Why are we alone in this place we own doesn’t
Why is there no air doesn’t.|
Reminds me of Dylan again
Is there no answers in space then?

Now you own a phone that reads your eyes
You own a pad that talks to you
that reads you the book
Why are you ignoring someone who read your eyes with the message written all over their eyes as well
Why don’t you talk to a person
T-A-L-K
like face to face
like your tongue rolling and giving shape of  sound to the air that is bursting out of your lungs

Why don’t we hug each other before we forget how touch feels?

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me in my own layers

Around the corner,
You’ll find me.
With my reddened eyes
Sniff and sighs
stooped stature
gestureless
blank and stupified.

Meanwhile until you turn,
I’m in front of you.
Looking brave
Lips – wide and curved
sparkles photoshopped
fresh on face
stale at heart.

Wish you could see earlier me
through the latter.

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Tool

They call me by a name
and look for my responses
Now and then I have my vitals checked
and been told I haven’t yet lost the senses

Disturbed and demented,
I often lose my cool,
I’m a tool.

My day is but their part of business
My hours they tick and sweep my dreams away
With active fingers and eyes and toes I toil
Breathing yes but lifeless I lay

Fallacy rules my head
Everyone’s favourite fool,
I’m a tool.

With chunks of conflicting grey cells
I try to express I try to see
They convince me everything’s fine
With their ideas; frail and flimsy

Stupidity par excellence,
We divide and they rule,
I’m a tool.

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I am

I am the trunk of my tree
The sole soul they all depend upon
The provider;
The arduous shield that
do not let any stone get passed.
I am not the visage of my cheerfulness.

I am a constant toil of daily torture
that I take to earn you the supper
I am the chained prometheus
and the eagles of daily need
devour my liver of labour.
I am not but immortal.

I was the first to carry you
on both of my palm
The first to let hold of my fingers and
train you to walk
The first to take pride when you learnt
to utter Her name
I am that embarrassed
soul when you
knowing or unknowingly
hurt us all
But I am the one to forgive you first
and show you the path
When you are on your way to your tree.
I am not the one you will have for long.

“Yes! father!” i bow my head with respect

 

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Unresolved

How much is too much?
How bad is too bad?
On the quest for the answer of
How sad is too sad?

And the distrust grows
for so called saviours
on my radar of disdain,
While their greed
grew like Topsy
without pause without end.

It was never easy to drag this life
How hard is too hard?
Everyone beyond boundaries are mocking
How backward is too backward?

Sun seems unhappy
dream flickers like
it won’t live long,
The tune was created
The dance was composed
Yet the song left unsung.

Hands outreached; emptiness conquered
How far is too far?
Everyone fought and everyone lost
How bizarre is too bizarre?

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Confusions

I took a puzzle
and puzzle puzzled me
thats what puzzles supposed to do
I left it unsolved.

I opened my window
Light showered inside
thats what windows are made for
I left it ajar.

“No!” was all i could cry
when bitter fate sliced apart my butter happiness
Cruelty never mean to be kind
I left my lips agape

Slowly pain took over
and tears responded my surrender
Pain never was soft for none, or not?
I let the tears flow.

Anybody please be kind to tell me
the difference between to feel and to think
Confusions are never answered easily
I left it with a mark ‘?’.

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The love song

Prioritise me
Privatise me
Let myself be easy for you
So, digitise me.

Amplify what I feel
Purify all my faults
Divide me multiply me
Please simplify me.

Delete all these sadness
tear these tears off me
shattered yells scattered pain
I wish you concrete me.

Clone my better part
None of my evil shall sustain
If ever again I hurt you
stone me! oh please stone me!

Analyse  all of my emotions
Normalise all absurdities
get me steady make me stable
Let me be the one, finalise me.

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As she walked away…

As she walked away, she-
took with her the air I lived on
left holes of sadness inside me
shattered every beliefs I stood upon
pricked my heart and asked,” does that hurt?”

My dear tears left me all of a sudden,
My legs were shackled and tied with a burden
I sensed lies all over my senses
I tried to stop her but my tongue got frozen.

As her steady steps carried her away,
The light wasn’t enough to subdue my fear
My own shadow was ready to swallow me within itself
The silence crawled onto me and creeped inside my ears
It gazed my heart and thought,”Shall I stay here?”

My mind reckoned all the wrongs I did
And all the spears she spoke into me
The wind got nasty and hit me with blows
As my eyes got heavy with tears and pleads

As she was about to escape from my sight,
I heard her gasps and her snobs
The love was within tied inside with cuffs
Voice beneath struggled to push itself out
But the ego answered with question,”Is that enough?”

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