The curse of oblivian!!!!

Born on the ides of july;

I have the same caesarian blood in my veins,

The same grandeur,the same passion,

To rule the world.

But there is some dissimilarity;

Neither I have a Pompey to fight,

Nor a fellow compatriot like Antony.

But one thing i have in me;

Which even the great caesar cant match.

The feeling to be different!!

To be basking in the light of Zelon;

And not the sun,

To be in a black cloak,while the world is covered in white;

All this tough work,just for one sole purpose,

to live till eternity;

To be never forgotten...........

This is the greatest desire i have!!

But what have i done to fulfill my wishes,

Spend my days with a woman unkind;

watch the stars until dawn,

Dreaming on till hours without reason;

While awake writing some useless stuff;

All this will be gone in vain.

Useless and unworthy;

While all i am doing is just hoping and praying,

That the curse of oblivian doesnt fall on me!!!!

Whispers of a broken heart!!!!!

Gazed upon with the feeling of hate,

He is that tiny rat!

Desolution thou compatriot,

And accusation,your regular enemy,

Scampering on roads,running and screaming.

The fear of being crushed,

the fear of being abondoned.

He lives under the shadow of other creatures,

Yet seeks out fot the light,

Which is not in his destiny,

But dont we make our own destiny.

Not with this poor fellow,

All the gifts he ever receives are in his dreams;

Which is limited to his small sleeping hours.

Honked by big cars or being chased by dogs.

Always in hunt for a shelter.

Whatever he acquired was hastily taken back,

And he never cursed;

With fears of the whole universe

All he is able to do is whisper!!!

Those whispers which even the pied piper could not hear;

Does a rat have a heart??
I dont know,does anyone???
Yet when listened carefully.....

there are sumthing which his broken hearts wants to convey;

A feeling so true,

It makes my vision blurry.

My hands tremble to go further;

I stop,but only to feel worse,

I see that rat praying........

His tiny eyes closed,

Dont know what he prays for???

Maybe,

for happiness,

for companionship,

for food,

for forgiveness,

Or for another life!!!!!!

Insomnia

Tick tock tick tock;

The monotonous clock does its work;

For ages it seems.

But still it hasn't tired.

Unlike me!

For twelve rainy days,

My eyes haven't seen darkness.

The darkness, I really crave for,

Because it holds the key for my survival;

I haven't dreamt for a long time,

How i miss them??

Even the bad ones!!

I crave for dreams in which beasts devour me,

Yet all i see is the fan swinging.

Dont't they sleep....

don't they seem frustrated?

And i envy them so much,

One...........two............three............

the clock runs away.

And i begin to slip into a cave;

But there is a difference,

The cave isn't dark,

Its full of light

And i suddenly realize what is happening to me.

Its insomnia!!!

For me there is neither total darkness nor total light.

I am in between;

Like a glass half filled;

Like a river on a downward hill

I feel, i am living two lives;

For me night never prevails

The sun is always up there for me,

And i can't make it disappear

But the worst part,

Is the cynical feeling of being in every place.

Every road,every house is familiar to me

I seem to be in that place earlier before

Yet i cant remember when??

A deja Vu!!!

I again try like the spider.

Am i succeeding?

Tick tock tick tock...........

Here it goes again.

One..........two..........three.........

And i keep staring.................................................................

.........................................

Rise..........................for those below.

Stoop........................to feel earth.

Cry...........................to make others laugh.

Smile........................for hope.

Doubt........................to eradicate lies.

Believe.......................to instill truthfulness.

Run.............................for the crippled.

Stop.............................the injustice.

Shout...........................for your belief.

Numb...........................for deaths.

Hail...............................to the helper.

Stone.............................the betrayer.

Keep ................................thy promises.

Break................................racial discrimination.

Fight.................................for your right.

Peace................................for a better tomorrow.

Share..............................thy happiness.

Steal................................others sorrow.

Help...............................a needy.

Abondon..........................the tyrannt.

Pray...............................for everyone.

Curse..............................no one.

Live...............................for today.

Die.................................another day.

Lost....

Sitting in my creaking chair;

I begin.....

A tale meaningless, unheard,and boring;

It has all the attributes of being the epitome of failure,

Yet i wish to carry on,

Its about someone whom i liked;

Someone whom i waited eagerly,

someone whose voice was like music;

I was incomplete without her,

She was like a breadth of hope,

A pinch of madness;

and a full teaspoon of laughter;

And i loved her the same way a beggar loves crumbs of bread,

after being hungry for a fortnight.

I had seen a dream of being with her till eternity.

But i forgot,

Eternity is too far a journey.

And life is full rocks.

you stumble upon sum,

and find yourself on the earth.

Laughed,mobbed,and booed.

I stretched my hand for a support.

A support which I expected from her.

But to my discomfort,

it wasn't there.

Did something go wrong?

I never knew nor will i know.

Because she was gone;

Into the shadows of night,

Away from the sun.

Once i had a dream.

A dream to make her a world made of two sky,

One above the other,

So that she can have more shooting stars to make a wish.

But it was only a dream.

I wish i could tell more about the night.

the night when the heaven and the earth were equal.

But, alas!!

I can't go far.

My chair is broken and my desires all lost.....

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My Epitaph

Silence accompanies an eerie feeling;
Isolation makes the environment so serene,
Rats and crows only cross my path,
sleeping till eternity is my only job,
but it ain't that simple.
Doing nothing is much more difficult,
but i have accepted the challenge
And decided to make it possible;
afterall i have many companions
Greedy as humans are,i am no exception.
I still had the desire, to greed,
to see........

The morning sun
few wintry nights
the delightful spring
the swirling stream
the rainbow effect
some happy faces
some sad ones
A cuckoo's nest
two dragon caves
our mother earth
An emerald sky

Still have that sense of losing,
still have the unending void.
Sleeping in this place
I can only think of my wishes,
but all i get is nothing,
except these few yards.
Which is my ultimate fate
As for the people,
My epitaph is not a piece of art;
but my way to make you realize,
What i am missing?
And what you must not.

An elegy on the death of my beautiful desire.

Sitting on the road of a crowded space;
Doing things that are out of place,
looking around for the playful look,
stared back by a treacherous crook.

Whispering in an attempt to protect my voice;
its wasteful with an overtime working noise;
beaming kids running with joy;
But my eyes fixed on an emotionless boy,
partner in this woeful times;

We both are victims of heinous crimes;
He,i heard had lost his father;
And i my beautiful desire,
different reasons but same effect;
wish i could be more bold,
Wish,my burning tears could be held;
trembling lips only murmur for true justice;
Insecure,Troubled,Stressed and haunted;
But the perfect words never crossed my mind;
because there was nothing in there...
Only you,My beautiful desire,
I am still sitting on that very old chair;
preparing a suitable epitaph;
But every time i complete it a new desire dies;
Irritated,Agitated,frustrated.
I again start writing;
but when will i stop;
No one knows?
or does someone.

My sweet mother.

Nine tideous long months of journey you travelled;
Through deserts,mountains and oceans.
With every passing day your pain increased;
But you my mother kept laughing.
I was naughty as well as unkind;
Kicking at the belly thinking it to be a wall;
But you were neither angry nor frustrated,
Instead you prayed for me;
During the night when every soul falls asleep;
You stayed awake, shrieking,crying yet excited;
To see me take my first breath;
Until i was a part of you,
There was the umbilical cord;
Which joined us!!
But now when i have arrived in this world;
I am still attached with you;
My mother,
through the tears.....
Tears which fall on me during the time most people are dreaming;
Staying by my side when i sleep;
Crying for my better life when i laugh;
Fasting for me when i fall ill;
Ready to give up your life for my long life;
Your shadow protects me from the sun,
your vermilion covers me from the wintry cold
I wish i could be with you for eternity;
My mother,guardian,my soul.
You are the one who is my second god;
And as for god himself,
I love you and pray you my lord;
for you have created...
My sweet mother!!!


N.B:FOR MY SWEET MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY....

Angelia.

Searching for words i begin;
Thy beautiful soul which i perceive;
Intense,embedded and absorbing,
In an ocean of shells;
Thou the only gem!!
Rare,shining and untouched;
Priceless,yet thou get tagged.
Unattainable yet a reality;
In your reminiscence,I carelessly pass my days;
Uncertain as to it were days or years!!
Who cares?
Its thy thought,thy feel,thy remembrance.
That matters,
And as to the world,
Its a bygone past.
When i watch the gold fish,
It reminds me of you;
Thou a part of my thought.
A disease that every patient would be proud to have;
A thought that invokes enthusiasm.
Behind the veils,you are for me;
Unseen,unheard,
Yet your feelings are conveyed.
Through the endless alleys of time;
As time gets ready to sleep;
I stay awake;
To Penn down these memories;
Just have one feeling in mind;
One faint hope;
Wish to convey my desires;
because words are unmatched with the emotions of heart;
So, these petty words are incomparable to what i feel;
I,your man of deeper thought.
I,who always fells short of words;
I,who is trying so hard;
To say"what you really mean"!!

Dreams

Twinkling sun is what follows me when i play in the field;
Heavy eyes feel drowned;
like the sand when it gets wet;
The evening blaze of light forces me to run home;
In a hurry;
I try to run as fast as time;
But am rooted to that very place ;
How i wish earth was not round!!
Old men running past me give me a cheerful smile;
They urge me to follow them;
But i cant;
I cant catch them as they are too fast for young people like me;
Nervous,agitated and restless;
i start crying....
Its during the darkest moment that we must focus to see the light;
Still nothing works;
Suddenly my father comes to take me;
I am thrilled to see him;
But i think he isnt;
he walks past me;
A stranger i seem;
Lonely,deserted i am.
If only i can get any help;
But i forget about the help i can give myself;
Its strange,yet real??
Is it?
I am drowning or am i in a dark world;
Most of the thing we worry about dont happen.
I wish that happens;
Because its difficult to differentiate;
Between real and surreal.

The Last Yard........

Born to face the world;
The flow of life,
An everlasting lust for knowledge,
An everlasting lust for greed,
Thats me, a homo sapien,i think so;
Full of tantrums and a whining habit;
This is what the world sees of me;
Still something hides behind the frontal pose;
Wanting to be loved yet a lover of obscuriety,
Something which you would call a hamlet syndrome;
Futuristic yet narrow minded;
An extrovert but with a habit of hiding lines;
I be what others want me to be;
Yet i want to be judged by the will i signed;
Its not an ordinary will;its something which has the parameters of livelihood;
A bounded path;
An unapproved law.
But laws are meant to be broken;
And lies are invented by those who believe in them;
So i paved away from the path of will.
Just to make my mark;
A mark which makes me fill the crowd;
Yet be alone amongst them,
After many years of my birth,
I get a feeling which is not uncommon;
Rather an obvious!!!

Oblivian for me is inevitable;
Yet i dont fear thee;
Its the piece of land i care for;
Will i get a secure space for me to lie,
Blissfully,tirelessly..........
Being aloof from my fellow minion;
I may have lost their faith,their support;
But i am not that uncommon;
That i dont get the best part of a life cycle;
I cant take it anymore;
In a state of dispair;
I plead,I appeal and i cry for....
My last Yard.....