Sunday, October 23, 2011

Half Truth

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 fa├žade 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

Few faces

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

And mine

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,
I am able to find your face
if only i search hard in the crowd.
I have never felt a need to miss you
Though at time i do wonder
how long has it been since i kissed you.
I have recently started stalking you
on social networks,
and at times i do wonder
are we trying too hard to make it work.
why doesn't love comes to me easy,
why i have to remain invisible
even if i am not busy.
Have i missed out on learning
or is it the concept of arranged marriage
that i am adamant to apply in love.
Yes, i am looking for a fairy tale,
I ask, why it shouldn't be...
Why can't you be my Romeo
and I, your Juliet to be?