Vendetta

Sitting cosy with closed eyes

rhyming thoughts with alibis

mixing ambitions with free will

planning to journey up the hill

A desire that reeks desperation

a moment for meek admiration

outliving the fear and consternation

the overkill of constant aggravation

The feeling of sanity in true

the hope of starting all new

the joy of feeling no pain

and rising to stake the claim

A momentary lapse of reason

almost betraying the cusp of treason

philandering with weak incisions

made deep into the being of my soul

Not knowing when to say no

or saying anything at all

among blind scores I'm heralded

and in silence it takes toll

Deposit the sum you're here to pay

or inherit the agony and the merits of the sway

run as you may these roads are hollow

no reasons really, we're just born shallow

Fill the stem of logics, do repair

the constant bouts of conscience, too are getting there

and deep in thoughts I push to keep

every quiet moment that weeps

Is growing old the same as growing cold?

I don't think it'll chill the vineyard within

the fruits of my agony would best know

when equated with the years that show

In this part of the country it doesn't often snow

no deserted streets or places you wouldn't know

yet stranger tides rule this town

and cover you with shades black or brown

Changes are here and changes will flow

of the things I keep, I'll make sure I don't let go

and in vain, some with reasons will know

all that I keep is all that I know

When it comes to the core

we're all strangers, unaware, far away from pure

the sun perhaps runs too deep

and yet there ain't no sunshine you can keep

So think not, time will not pay

the heart is in its place and mind is in its race

and with no destination, we're destined to obey

ask no more just walk the day...

CONTINUUM

keep me where the light is

let me see while I can

strengthen my defenses

while I learn to fill out each blow

Hang me in silence

but don't keep me out of reach

while you go wondering

I'll be learning to breathe

hear me tender and dig down deep

with arms wide open

see the sky under which we seethe

and know the boundaries don't exist

fly by me in the hungered terrain

lean on me when it fails to rain

and shelter me in me

what seems inane

I'm learning to be full again

Even in your sleep

you can hear the cries,

the aftertaste of the dry-swollen eyes

think no more

and don't turn over a new leaf

its in the daylights that we can lose

what in the night we kept trying to seek

hope for answers that don't exist

keep shifting, stifling in time

moving on may seem progressive

only because there is no end in sight

The songs in this pages are a silent hymm...

 

And...


Many silent hisses to one night

coils of smoke and pitch black sight

Adrift thoughts some,

some buried alive...

some living insipidly in dreams,

dreams that see no light

perhaps too much of fad,

a darker shade of black

impervious to  white...



Bring me tonight your darkest demure

for I will still long for more

hiding from images etched on the sand,

that leapt with the waves and melted away

leaping back and forth, and around

twisting and turning, and tossed to ground

and subliming entityless, no where to be found


Time can take us places evermore

before and after and after it was no more

And bring back moments,

That were feelings at the time

melting-freezing thoughts in an old world rhyme



To azure, the blue backlight of the sky

Under whose light we wept and kept our summit high

being ourselves as you and I


Our bond runs deeper than any hole in the ground

our tears dipped steeper with every passing round,

of an abject remains that destiny logics,

of the never found remains that memory defines...


I remain true in keeping you pure,

with or without us,

there was always a way

that you never did ignore


Casting away to a neverland inside,

last song of hope breathing of insight...


Why the massive gray on the horizon seems new folklore...?

There's no color so complete than this one

spread on the canvas... I assure


We keep bidding for spring,

but summer is what makes us pure...


painful but forever a push towards brighter light...

A life away from the fiction but only in a twilight


clutching at straws with no hope or respite

And every black spot now haunts the might,

the night will still go as follows,

it's the day that will burn the core

and of all that there'll be nothing to seek,

soon....

they'll be nothing to take back, when it will all be bland

I could go about another day in another way,

but it won't be won't be me and ...

Blink

Soggy, wet restrain
Perspective shifting to mode abstain
Bewilderness of a child
and ten blue eyes
Mission unaccomplished
drowning in vain

Middle of the path road
brain squirming like a toad
breathing down annihilation of thoughts

How did we lose,
when we never wished to have fought?

Sample a bad day
listlessness followed by dismay

No reason for logic
and no thoughts to wake
No more room for comfort
or placid cheer
Herein lies the anamoly
to the wake

Rub the wellness
and cleanse the vows
No strategy, no will
whats all this wisdom,
the biggest Overkill

People find it easy
to hate
and hate finds
it easy to hold

pain of a possible future
and misery of the past
thoughts converging
into bunkum strategies
that occupy hope
but seldom last

Did you blink,
to a glimpse of the rising?
Did you settle the gaze
as the sun lazened to the shore?

I wouldn't know of
such sight

I wouldn't know
who last felt lost plight

Blink, to the dawn,
the journeys,
the veritable sailing
and the sliding doors

Blink to the mercy
that we have another day
to drive it to the shore

Field day

And so you think it is with you
Your ideas mature gradually
insipid thoughts
though never do

Let them grow,
let them form shape
without
undue haste

Live on them
and
procreate as though
you could be today
what time is .. to me

Grace the glory
and tone the goodwill

Circumstances act guilty
of prying
hapless miseries
giving no tomorrow
any lack of shrill

Who could say
what new spirit will be
within you, I shall find
nothing else
but the want to let me be

Believing your hand
will lead me through chase

Accepting the anxiety
and incompleteness
with complete grace

I shall wait till the night
lives and
the day turns black with grimace ..

Nowhere Fast


The road that I'm on
the way that it seems to take,
the hope that I travel with
and all the
fair means that reaching
there needs me
to take

The quest for me is
forever unplanned
The summers and
springs that began,
I left long past
Will I get going
to stake what I never
did think or believe one day
would be mine?

Every waking hour,
the directions are losing
demand
To stop and close
my eyes
and look around
what I left whisked away

Was that just a dream?
Have I improved upon the
past
How to know if it can ever last
and who to say
how many regrets it'll not hold?

If the seas would be calm
and the
wind would blow fast,
molten entrenched muddle of
befuddlement
I'd reach there at last

Would I want the numbness
to recede
If I do, will I know If I'm there
Never gone and never there

Scattered bit by bit in all
those footsteps and dwindling
through sand in the heat
This incompleteness
now makes me complete

And
yet, it feels
I've reached far from
where I began,
at a toddlers pace
who set off to glad disbelief
of all those who were too oblivious to ask

Reach me
my distance and distance me
from the distant race
grant me such pace
and
the gift of the game
my fragment embrace
and moments in my bag
I set forth to the land
where my name they don't ask

I'll be reaching there someday
If you'd want to ask
for now, from now own
we'll be going somewhere slowly
instead of going nowhere fast...

Nip/Tuck

The air around me
is grey
The mist surrounding
my vision is blur
I'm heading straight
with turf forlorn
and misty eyed
illusionary spur

The layers of
deprivation are great
The cataclysmic
affection earned by
an ungrateful fate
In peace
as is, in the war
to go
Unspoken mumbles
are hard to blow

The scent of
love brings me
mortality dew
I'd love to sleep
if every feeling
I'd wake up
be as true
I'd soothe

Oh, I've said too much
If I'd know how to walk
I wonder if the feeling
would still hang around..
reveling in this
make-believe ..
I wouldn't lean on to
the crutch to find out

To look beyond, the
fine race that
you've run,
jump ahead
but look behind
whats left is still
wonderfully undone ..

The feeling that hangs around
in everyone
I will be there by your
side
No second hand serenade
I will see the rise
again
and before you sense
the fall
or let it roll
the song will last forever

There, it still hangs
don't judge me from
the stands
everything that
you cant admire
don't save for the reason to find ..

Come down
I will feel you fly again ...

Reminiscences


I look back
into my being
and
there you seem,
still submerged
and
a sole entity
floating

Before the avenues
unseen emerged
we had
together
undoubtedly
converged

Far away
from the
marauding
spleen of fate
Into the
conquesting
harvest
that this
mind enrages

The crude truths
break
my dreamy strides
just
as the time
seems right
In search again
for
an apostle of
light


Through
night and day
I'm stumbling
into
oodles of
feelings
melting my spirit
to clay..

Is this different
from what I saw
in my dreams
last night?
I fought with myself
to let
these remnants
further my aide

I hope then, I still do
As random thoughts
too vivid
sometimes
hush in through
half whisked eyes

Blanketing
faith insipidly
despite
my
mourning
and sighs

An end is never nearer
when dreariness
is bulging
from
anonymity
of goodbye's

The wait until
soon, is over
The somehow
of causality,
to see through
the
meanings seems
hard again

Abrupted, my journey
few li'l
twinkling strides ..

Flush my memory
clean with the
fresh drop of
dew ..

I'm reminiscencing ..
for one sorrow
thats hard to face,
the remembrance
of
happy days ..!

A circle of reasons ..


Winter amidst sunshine
and a cold feeling
of shady regions

Like a
lost traveler
searching for hope
under
a barren tree
smudged with dust
and tied to cope
the faltering
freckles
on its scales

With shortage
of sunshine,
wasted is
the melting rain
Lack of surety
and
possession of skills
is hardly a
way to fame

A few passing
memories
and a slew
of unwarranted
confrontations

Life, a tryst
amidst
all that lived
and recollected

In the meaning
and the truth,
betrayed is the
mirth of good

Amidst the destiny
of light years
of the rising sun,
never
has the fading night
forgot to spun

The blanket
of darkness
on the windswept earth
every periphery
illumined
with the glow
of
a faded birth
the expanding girth

The nameless
shapes
in the alien
arc,
bordering on the perils
of insanity
diffusing the spark

the round and round
paths
cut the piece,
an evil divide
My Omnibus,
headed into oblivion

Impractical, abstract
thoughtful and speechless ..
my effigy
from the forlorns

come out alive!

Free ..


In brightness of the day
dark begins to sway,
the legion
of troops comforted
to find

A brief source of light
and pillow of winds
to caress
and
candle light,
both ends burning

Cold, contemplative change
with an
an endless mile,
running from the lost
to never be found

Eternity like a bus wheel
seems to be turning
Swaying from the core
the source of light
turning

A friend to share
the lonesome times
A foe to remind of the
burdened rhymes

Preface to an obligation
and comforting words
hard to find,
with a handshake
and
sip of wine

So, say it aloud
and
let it sing

We are all
a part of everything
The future, present and the past
riding on the worry of
making it the last ..

Nothing emanating from something
and everyone
holding on to someone

Freedom of speech,
is it
freedom from thoughts ?
How is absence equaled to
permanence of lost ?

From cages of belonging
you seek to be
severed from affinity
What does silence brings fast ?

Fly on proud bird
You're free at last ..

Perfect strangers


A meeting in the
crowd
A face, new to see
A sweet remembrance
of an acquaintance lost
and
A strong urge
for the one to be ..

A despairing hope
for the inhibitions
to give way
Mind wary of
implications
should
things not fall
to play
Heart ready for
intervention,
redeeming
all strategies
to hay

The bright smile
to lighten the mood,
A quiet thought
what words to use
Strangers
carry not perceptions
but restraint
Two minds
wary or
temptations
perplexed by the gaze

Eye to eye
and
ear to ear
Counting the trickling
minutes
Foraying into perils
of abstract fear

A silent prayer
before the numbness is fought
A last reverie of
where semblance
is sought
Clarity
and
confession
of what all its
going to be ..
A march
towards discernment
remainder of which
are a heap
of afterthoughts

A trickle of sweat
on the skin,
A layer of hope
making its way,
melting all thats static
and withheld,
opening up
the way

Can thoughts exchange
before words do ?
Can we not remain
like a couple on the
planet of few ?
Does the tingling
sound of euphoria
remain till the aura's
uncurtained ?

Would you wait
till I answer them for myself,
and get back to you ?

In a world,but
there are no strangers
No matter how circumspect
they'd term me, to you

So I assume,
you're as bewildered
as I'm for a cue
Why, sadly then
are we both
sharing this view,
this reigning discomfort
and yet not
break to truth ?

The uneasiness
is the beginning,
what's unraveling is the view ..

'Hi !
So where were we ?
'Just where I left my thoughts,
and decided .. '

Can a discussion obtain
without any further ado ..?