My Inanimate friend

The tree still remembers me From a time I try to forget Its rustling and sway greets me again Inquisitive on where I’d been Memories flashback and it wants to know Why is it I’m lonely and low The heart etched on its bark calls out Its not seen me from years ago Things have changed, but I’ve remained the same Others take shade, where once I’d been Though I’ve grown, my heart’ been left behind Safely on the tree, who knew my partner in life My inanimate friend still remembers me Silently reminding me of times that had been The only witness to my secret rendezvous Where Sweet nothings beneath the boughs said Her giggle and tears still caught in the leaves of time As I relive my past without her by my side Before long the tree will forget Time will move on, but will I forget too?

End of Innocence

Many a times a feeling comes to me A feeling that’s with remorse aplenty The pangs of growing older those have come to be The gift of knowing was rather a curse maybe As I child never had to worry did I Of so many things that I now need to see Falling down never meant anything As failure was the unknown stranger then Growing up with the sedimentation of knowledge Over the silt of innocence lost in memories Asked did I, for knowing like a razor’s edge Cutting to shreds the pieces of innocence The innocence now left way behind Deep down in the crust of time Knowledge grows with manifold consistency Wary but helpless, for this is the end of innocence.

The Refugee song

Far away from the home that was once my own To a new land, not knowing what it has in store Amidst hostility and turmoil did I survive A senseless destruction that has prevailed The ethnic unrest that ceased to cease The fundamentalists had their hatred reserved for me For the minority had no voice of its own The cruel killing fields were tilled with scorn The fault they said was in my birth An irreversible identity that had nothing in it for me Unfailing the devotion for the country Sigh! This place seems to have betrayed me Still a hope abounds in the new land That I now call my home But the same love will never be As this country is not my own and a refugee will I ever be

Lost in Limbo

The silent din deafens the ears An eeriness of dark leanings Creaking doors open to howling wolves A cool gust of wind brushes by me As though someone’s there Coming to life the furniture of antiquity As though they stood still biding their time Surpassing eons in listless abandon The unearthly ambience stares at me Questioning my presence here Silhouette figurines emanating out of nowhere Seemingly like people lost in limbo Walking along as though nothing has happened Wry smiles secretly welcome me As I’m the new resident here

Inquisitive Soul

An aboriginal fascination for the unknown Given away to a feeling of insecurity Marks the death of the inquisitive soul Caught in the monotony of what’s known Peace, only an inconsequential fantasy Vagaries of the staid rules within Criminal, this waste of ingenuity Clasped like the scruff of the strangled neck Evoking a passionless de facto solemnity In a mind that’s lost at sea Encompassing multitudes of secret getaways Thrown away in the insurmountable depths of nullity Sieges within the cage of ignorance The indomitable spirit like a raged lunatic Sarcastic feeling of self-pity breeds within Insecurity performs the last rites of the inquisitive soul

Celestial Sky

The unfailing dedication of the sun All monotony in this one Day in and day out Whether rain or shine Through evening twilight surfaces the moon Different faces every night Yet flaunting the blemishes proudly The romance in the moonlight has begun Twinkling way above in the vast expanse Stars shining lighting up the night sky Some bright some dim Yet shine they sure will Immaculately trapped since ancient folklore The wonders of these celestial bodies Yet man will never grow out of his handicaps Like the sun, moon and stars in the sky

Cultist Overtones

Sacrilegious vendetta seething within A murderous closeness to Hades seeking Prejudiced beyond doubt Hatred for one and all Humungous lust for insobriety Smoke filled rooms closed within Suicidal tendencies manifold Ask not just kill them all Unforgiveness written all over the lexicon Guilt ridden heart never exists A beastly sense of anger Slaughter the best medicine of all A corrupt sense of desire Burning viciousness of cultist overtones Incisive anger breeding inequality Sacrificial offering with blood dripping all over

Burnt Urns

The archaic remains of burnt urns Who cares! They have no value for what they’re worth Their feelings smashed to a thousand pieces Wastefulness gravitates from deep within Back to the mould but the memory remains Poking fun at the failure they had been This time it’s not going to get any better Uselessness surrounds the new exteriors again Despite all this the potter doesn’t resign As the urns painted with new color glow The world is fooled, but the inner self remembers Indentityless deep down within the memory still hurts One amongst the millions still unseen The urge to succeed will never be seen The burnt urns will never forget Superficialness will never get them anywhere

Who am I?

Do I know who am I? Far from the one I should be Choosing an identity I’ve decided to be Forcing a genuine persona over me Do you know who am I? Picking only the characters you want to see Undermining all the faults that are in me Still unaware of what I’m supposed to be Do they know who am I? Watching from the sidelines every move I make Deducing a certain personality for me Maybe secretly hoping to know me Who am I? Would we really ever know?

Move on, Come on, Lets go on

Move on, Come on, Lets go on Far from the hills and valleys of daily life To infinite sands of nothingness Where there’s nothing there about you and me Together we shall make a new beginning A beginning that has no end An experience with no past reference As the feeling of nothingness eggs us on Move on, Come on, Lets go on Far from the chains and bondages To the unbound oceans of infiniteness Where we wouldn’t have to worry who are you and who am I Together we shall make a new relationship Away from society naming us man and wife Who would be there to care who we are For the love is so deep, and identities will not matter at all

Rain dance

As lightening strobes the sky The thunder rumbles to an offbeat tune As leaves shake to a natural rhythm The river twists and turns The trees drenched like a sensuous damsel With raindrops that fall in irregular patterns As fields giggle like bathing children The sun has got to take rest for sometime As birds take shelter under leaves with shivering wings The clouds look menacing yet so mild The wind joins forces to add to the glee The natural rain dance has come to get me Wading through muddy waters et al The smell of the earth gives me the blissful high I love As sunshine steals a few moments of pleasure The rains are back again; make me feel like heaven is here

Body and Soul

Oh my God! I’ve done it again Gone in a world full of pain Crossed over a thousand shores Yet behaving like I’ve never been there before Each time the goal seems the same End of which, cursed why I ever came Believe the idiosyncrasy will never cease What the heck, this body is on lease The body and soul go with thoughts they don’t share Existence of either, as if they don’t care Using each other in parasitic turns Alas! Dust they are, to dust they will return Wonder who needs who, amongst the two If each had their say, they’d go their own ways too In spite of this man lives with a superior élan O lord! Couldn’t you have a better plan?