Sunday, October 23, 2011
Life screams to me time and again,
But I feel frustrated
Because I am not able to understand
What is it that it is trying to tell me
It is similar to how one day, in all those horror movies
you meet a few trapped souls, looking for an escape to eternity.
But this time, I still don’t know,
How is it that I can help it and it can help me?
All I know is what I am seeing is just the half truth
I am shown a flash of brilliance once and then
I am again in the world of crooks
At times I wonder at my own irony
Is it just my perception of Plato’s cave,
Or I am somehow simply repelling my own safety and security.
But then I know
There are always a few who see the world in its cruel serenity
They call themselves poets, artists, but now days, so does everybody
Am I allured by a few who just cause a distraction through a magnum opus of tragedy
Am I just romancing with the idea of being a rebel? Is it really a necessity?
I see a façade in even the modern poetry,
because everyone is a paper tiger, And not what they are meant to be
I say my generation is a nostalgic one,
We have forsaken the light and promise of tomorrow
We are still awestruck by the heroism of history
We always live life in parallels,
A different parallel with everybody
I started living life with myself once
I figured out I am not what I thought I would be!
Friday, April 29, 2011
You live life in circles
A new one every time
Some happy, some sad
But story is predefined
You call it second chances
No one understands it fully
So they just call it divine.
Deep down in your heart
We know every day is
Nothing more than
Just a fake sun shine
But here we have made our world
With hints of happiness more than subtle
And it’s ok if it has to change slowly
Until it got a you and a me.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
I can't sense if u r around,
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The world of sister & brothers
The world of remorse and hope
It gives all - In balance
As happiness & pain are same
Two sides of same dame
Just hormones - they claim
So what is it, the state to be
What causes the harmony
Is it the power? The fame?
No, they r just another form of tragedy
It requires the knowledge of 'me'
And the satisfaction of - being
They call you from all sides
Mute cacophony, colorful and blind
You still find your wish - you live.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I feel like standing in the crowd, I see people passing by
I wish them to stop and stay with me for a moment
But they don’t know me; I am just a stranger,
Who is with them just for a while
I look around and smile
Color my part of the world purple and bright
They turn around; feel happy, amused and satisfied
I pass them the bubble; little hope, though fragile
Now they move again to some place, they think they belong to
Their bubble busts right behind them, all is left is just dew
I look towards the sky as it start pouring wet drops on dry
And I wave them happily, as they pass by
(I miss you, I truly do!)