A Schizophrenic dream

Am I still dreaming? I seemed to have awoken long ago From a nightmare of a non-existent me A misty feeling of a bodiless soul Brooding over a past that now didn’t exist Anxious of a future that hadn’t come Step motherly treating a nubile present Endlessly blaming destiny for all that was to be Imagined a life without strife Like a comic book hero would I set things right Fantasizing of a fight between good and evil Childishly confused on which side I wanted to be The romantic fascination of God’s favorite archangel Or the devilish conniving persona of his archenemy A Dr. Jekyll by day and a Mr. Hyde by night A schizophrenic personality would I be

An Endless Maze

Searching through an endless maze For the one fine thing that’ll make my day Through names that have no faces Through addresses that have no streets Through love that has no feelings Through a union that lacks physicality Searching through an endless maze For the one fine thing that’ll make my day Through pages that have no reams Through mails that have no postages Through links that have no influences Through the unreal that’s yet so real Searching…

Children of a lesser god

Toiling hard day after day To earn that hard earned daily bread Undergoing hardships and shame To make two ends meet Naked, with no cover for body and home A shame that never existed Not influenced by raising eyebrows Breasts that no longer have the ability to feed Dirty and haggard With no inclination to be groomed Fighting for equality in an unequal world As rich get richer and poor poorer Who is their god they ask As reasons for their toil unknown Patiently living their ragged lives Children of a lesser god they are

If

If words didn’t have meaning If songs didn’t have lyrics If music didn’t have notes If the sky didn’t have stars If the oceans didn’t have shores If birds didn’t fly Would you still be mine? If butterflies were stark If flowers lacked fragrance If my heart was square If the sun didn’t set at all If the trees’ canopy was my only roof If I existed only in your dreams Would you still love me? If marriage was just a contract If relatives could be bought If religion existed in mythology If sacred texts were pure science fiction If god never existed If there was no such thing as man and woman Would there still be you and me?

I have a dream

I have a dream, a wonderful dream A dream that’s forever A dream that’s romantic One, which I wouldn’t awake from I have a dream, a wonderful dream Dream about a life that’s not about my life Nothing to do with the vagaries of daily life Peaceful yet different, away from the drudgery I have a dream, a wonderful dream I glide in a weightless state sans life’s burdens There’s no past, there’s no future Just a different present I have a dream, a wonderful dream Passionately holding my soulmate One whom I’ve been waiting for so long Lovingly sharing the same dream I have a dream, a wonderful dream A dream about success Sweet yet earned with the sweat of my brow One that makes the generations proud

My first love

As the soft somber Latin rhythm plays My body lilts to the romantic undertones Imagining my girl swaying alongside The catalyst working to the Latino chemistry The immaculate crescendo of the classical raga Spirituality resounds to the resonance of the universe Vibrating soul with goose pimples all over An oneness with the Supreme Being Scatting away the words with jazz The graceful dance of the jazz singer Feel like singing along as I dance To vibrant beats and soulful rhythms Screeching out on absolute lung power Rock brings out the aggression deep within Washing out the anger and hatred Me sharing stage with the lead guitar distorting It has always been my first love Whether romantically soft or harshly loud Much to a relationship akin Bringing out the emotions, both best or worst Feeling the flavor of anger and love

Confessions of the Grim Reaper

As my scythe disengages another The look on my face doesn’t twitch The existence in memories begins The tears dry but leave the trails Like ridges that run infinitely deep To deaf ears are pleas and requests made The heartless rib cage doesn’t bleed As my scythe continues to disengage Panic stricken hearts broken As a maniacal environment sets in Ever imagined a world without me An unnerving confusion of relations galore Losing loved ones the occupational hazard Disengagement of the hated perquisites fine Continuing with this immortal job As my scythe disengages another

Glorified Martyr

Pitiful, O poor me, I didn’t succeed The wretched naivety elaborately schemed Forged the martyr look on me The betrayal soldier highly decorated was he Deceitful, the ladylove, I once conceded Her vanity to deplorable virtues susceptible Depravity fathoming the depths of the ocean floor Garnering the courage to forge ahead Revengeful, the heart, beneath receded Rummaging the past for hurt inflicted A shame, mass murdering a million cells Vengeance sucks with a sadomasochist gild Wishful, the soul, the hope irradiated Crammed with the wistfulness of lives a many To prayerful monologs of sarcastic overtones Punishing the crabbiness of the glorified martyr

Sadistic urges of power

Everybody wants to rule the world Everybody wants to take control Trampling the meek below the feet Massacring the weak for evil gains Power, the potent intoxicant Drives people in unethical ways Injustice, the forbidden fruit Relished with a psychotic charm Sadistic sense of pleasure derived A compulsive urge to inflict pain Feeding on pleas of mercy A deep sense of victory within

Crossroads

Standing at the crossroad, I asked myself Will this road take me to my abode? Or will I return yet again to regret Will I ever stand at a crossroad again? Life’ decisions as simple as they seem Are harder to take The fear of risk overbearing Shunts the opportunity that’s to be Treading the same familiar path is our forte Not realizing the gain elsewhere that were to be Who cares finally, six feet under do I eventually go Didn’t matter if I had gained or lost more I once had a purpose to life, to be highly evolved Struggled hard to work on it for a while But soon the worldly pursuits controlled And made me the being that I am today!

The New Leaf

As I turned to him once more Still awaiting my return was he Through eyes with a sparkle like a baby’s eyes Awaiting the return of the prodigal son Hurt him, I did Running away from him For his way looked uninteresting For the materialistic lust beckoned me Cremating the spiritual being in me to dust As the materialistic devil like a phoenix arose Destroying the soul bit by bit Unlearning the spirituality of past lives Everyone wants to be a new leaf Withered off from the branch that’s corrupt But does the guilt leave me alone As the fight for spirituality never ends Promise him, I do Never to hurt him again A promise that’s going to be hard to keep As the urge to be a new leaf strengthening

Confused Thoughts

The moving train has always served To feed my creative urges Feel the energy higher in the rat-a-tat-tat of rails Than in the solitude of the waves lashing the shore Wondered where these thoughts came from Or why, or how, or when Germinating from the emotional uncertainty Rapidly growing to poetic artistry Have always thought, why aren’t there pleasantries Like the love poets of yore Is this a façade of sadness? Safely guarding the miniscule happiness inside Confused thoughts! I call them Confusing the poet and his poet-o-philes The true self of the poet amazingly hidden Behind the long list of thoughts to poetry turned

Raining Tears

As I awake to a dawn To a missing sun Clouded by the rain gods Akin to a celestial rain dance The city turned to sea Frolicking children in gay abandon Oblivious to the standstill in the city This is gonna be their day out As the strains of the ghazal Enrich the dullness that is present The mournful chanting with salted tears Is unseen in the rain soaked eyelids Awaiting the arrival of the sun To dry the tears washed away by the rain Searching for the silver lining in a cloudy life To a standstill this life has come