The journey........

I can feel the sea calling me out,
inviting me without even giving me a shout.
Beckoning to me, asking me to test myself out.
Am I brave enough to clear out all of my doubts ?




The time has come, the time has come to build a raft,
I don't want a boat, because I want to feel the Sea up close.
I want to see whether I am really good at my craft,
Will I survive, on this journey which I chose ??

The stare in the rain.......

I can feel the warmth of your stare,
those anxious eyes watching me, questioning me....
asking me, whether I have what it takes to dream ?
will I save her soul from the depths of society ?


Time seemed to have stopped,
and those seconds passed like hours,
My mind was starting to play tricks on me
Is she really the one ???
Is she really the one for whom I have been waiting so long ???
My entire life I have waited.
Is the wait over ???



That stare, that stare made the hair on my hands stand.
It was as if those small strands of hair were stung,
and now they wanted to burst out of my hands.
The rain was now starting to fall
but it made no difference, as I didn't notice it
till the raindrops started to roll over my eye, slowly.


The wind was staring to pick up speed,
and her hair was now starting to slowly float.
Floating as if an invisible hand was caressing it....
It looked like it wanted to fly away to the end of the horizon,
but was being held back by the reality of life.


The people were all starting to run away,
run away to the shelters of the nearby shop
hoping to escape from the increasing rain,
and from the wind which was now blowing like a wild fire.
But she wasn't moving and nor did I,
the feelings and emotions were at an all time high.
Nature seemed like an ally,
helping to bring us close by slowly removing the obstacles of life.

Money and Life...........

No use in this world by being a nice soul,
because in the end you are the only one left all alone.
No matter how hard you try to do others proud,
they will always say that you are one, wretched, useless tree sprout.




Never be nice in this world of ours,
because nice guys finish last.
In the end its the money that matters,
and if you don't earn, even your own will treat you as one of the "untouchable" caste.





Ahh, I feel so lonely today, lonely as the full moon.
I should not be surprised, because I was naive to have not realized the universal fact soon.
I learned in school when I was young , that character is all we have,
but today I learned that its money that defines you, and thats the new fact.





All relationships are a myth no matter how close they look on first glance,
They will all treat you well for a day or two, but when your troubled times come they will all turn away on first chance.
Everything will be alright and everybody will treat you like a King if you turn out in your own suit,
but if you seem like a stupid dependent, then they will kick you in the heart with the strongest boot.




Everybody will believe that you are a criminal,
and you will be unfairly judged.
Your very soul will be pronounced guilty,
just because you are one fat fuck.




Even the corrupt politicians get away because they are rich, no matter how moral-less they are,
I am trying my best to do everyone proud, yet I am pronounced a demon who has come from afar.
Its better to not live a life where you know opinions will vary proportionately in relation to money,
I can't wait for this tide to turn, for I will go away to a place that is sunny.

The Blind Man........

Are you the one who took away my sight ?
and left me all alone to suffer this horrible plight.
Though I am in a room filled with the Sun's light,
yet its darkness that I can see and all I can do is fight.




Are you the one who broke my heart in two ?
knowing fully well that it can't be repaired by glue.
Now you are enjoying this and I know its true,
but try looking at it from my point of view.




The ghosts of the past still dance all around my mind,
and its a dance which can be seen by a blind.
Its tune has got me all spellbind,
and I am struggling to be in the right frame of mind.





I can see the blackness in your heart,
and how you lured me in is a credit to your art.
You knew that I wasn't all that smart,
and you made me give my eyes for an imaginary part.





Now you have come back to see whether I am alive,
after all these years have passed numbered five.
I would rather die then go with you for a cliff dive,
I have been dead for far too long in this hive.




Your voice now sounds to me like a Lion's roar,
and the number of times you have killed me, I haven't kept a score.
And yet here you are coming back to hurt me more,
you can't stay here and when you leave better close the door.

The Prisoner...

Is there anybody out there waiting to save me ???
Do try your best, but don't fail to unbind me.
I have been shackled for too long in this world of the mortals,
Are you brave enough to defy God and free me ???



Bounded in chains, I have suffered for too long,
I haven't felt any sunlight and there is no difference between the dusk and dawn.
We are all nothing but puppets, controlled by fate like its pawn
and are then thrown away after their lust is satisfied, just like a circus clown.




I can feel my hands and legs moving, even though they are tied by a strong chain.
In my dreams I am a free man and they can't push me out into the rain.
The eyes of unknown guards gaze at me burning my skin,
Swords and bullets don't hurt as much as the absence of freedom to move one's own shin.




I hear the dogs barking and the sounds of the soldiers marching outside.
They too are bounded in chains just like me, though of an invisible kind.
They have no freedom nor any liberty, and all they do is take orders from the devil who presides.
And they pay that devil with their lives, just as I am about to pay mine.




I hear everything that goes on outside these walls as I cannot see,
The only music I hear is of the falling rain and the buzzing of a honeybee.
I was sold away by the ones I used to call as my own,
and I wonder who is to blame, my so called friends who betrayed me ?? or the one who made me just like a clone ??




I don't believe in death anymore, nor do I believe in life.
Time has passed, and so has the seasons and it cuts me slowly like a knife.
There isn't much time before they hang me and watch me die,
but before they do that, I will tell them that "Heaven's a lie", "Heaven's a lie."

The grey haired soldier..........

Its been long since the hair on my scalp has turned Grey,
but not as Grey as the character of people alive.
My soul has been long lost, just like a needle in a stack of hay,
fallen prey to the corrupt ministers who congregate in a hive.




I have watched the village kids grow up and become men,
and watch them dreaming the same dreams as I.
I hope they realize before it gets too late,
that these dreams will never be allowed to fly.




I remember my glory days vividly,
when I used to be a soldier who played in the dirt.
I made huge sacrifices for them, and killed people happily,
but in the end, they made me feel like a stain in their clean white shirt.




Me and my friends left our friends and family behind,
hoping to be of service to our motherland.
But what we saw was an utter abuse of mankind,
by the ones whom we trusted to lead us to the promised land.




I can still hear the cries of agony of my friends,
and see them in my nightmares over and over again.
Those old, wrinkled politicians with white hair and shaky hands,
pushed us towards the edge, hoping that we will fall off never to appear again.




My friends are long gone and I somehow survived,
growing old with the passage of time.
I think about their families and for how long they have been deprived,
and realized that the time has come for their kids to shine.

i got some good news yesterday that the internet should get fixed soon.....if we are lucky, then it might get fixed today itself....hopefully, that happens.......i had written 2 poems a few days back and i can't wait to post them here once the internet gets fixed....till next time...see ya

apologies everyone......work is going on in our road, as a result of which they have cut the phone lines.....thus, no internet connection these past few weeks.....hopefully, it gets fixed soon....and i can get back to blogging....till then, see ya all........