Queen of Butterfly

The queen of butterfly flaps her wings;

Her subjects tremble in fear and start to sing,

Her majesty is respected far and wide,

She walks and everyone steps aside,

She has her head full of stars,

And a face without any scars,

Her voice is like the trembling train,

The attacks on her are mostly in vain.

She wants you to know she is fearless,

You try to subdue her and she won't care less,

For her is the world and beyond;

She flaps her wings and continues to go on....

Crossroads

Standing on the edge of the road,
Is it the lonely one, or the one with the shiny board,
My head is full of doubt,
Dont expect an answer, there ain't anyone to shout.

It looks like I am all alone,
Swimming in a crowded sea, trying hard not to moan,
The earth, its full; but only with its problem galore,
Gone are my dreams to be a folklore.

You always have to make a choice, there is no middle ground
You cannot dance with the fairies looking like a hound,
The things you do today will show you the light;
Fight, fight everyday without knowing if you're right!

Its all for a race, the one you are indifferent about,
A dream so worthless you can actually live without;
Yet you must run the run or be mocked around,
But you cant stop so keep dancing to the sound.

There are moments where you try to stop and reflect,
To see where you are going and what have you left;
However, you can't take a pause for too long,
A play is playing; it looks empty without the song.

So here I am carrying myself,
Cursing, abusing and loathing oneself,
Moving towards the shiny board , the easy way,
I wish to object, but do I have any say!!

The Faceless Man

He came from nowhere

Without a face, and no one to care.

 A long journey in sun and snow,

Unknown places where only imagination can go.

 Carrying the burden of the entire humanity,

 It isn't easy to maintain one's sanity.

 A curse here and a mouthful there ,

Living in a heartless society is tough to bear.

 Images of broken laughter lingers on his mind,

 Happiness may be something he has left far behind .

 The wilderness of the forest was never daunting,

 It's the wilderness in a man's soul that is so haunting .

The faceless man always wanted a face,

 To smile with joy and talk with grace.

The face for him was a treasure of expression

 Even to cry or have a look of desperation .

The boastful smirk or the wry grin

 Even the feel of his soft skin.

But he was now glad to be faceless,

 Wandering how the man with face has become so baseless.

 They say that a human face is the doorway to his soul,

"It's better to be faceless " said he,

Than to have something as a black as coal".

Ode to Bird

Up and down and round and round,
I flew into the violet haze;
I fluttered and danced, till i found
A bright primrose to attract my gaze.

I saw the sun , it smiled at me,
And crashed the cloud's morning tea.
I saw a centipede  scamper to the ground
"Don't worry poor thing", said I, be happy and sound.

I felt the earth, breathe new life
The grasses grew in bountiful,
Wandering alone, without a wife
I felt happy and wonderful.

The day is long , so very long
I have just started, many things to heed.
A nightingale joins me in  a song,
Her voice sounds beautiful , indeed.

Unaware of a treacherous man,
I stooped and dived as  low as I can;
He reached and grabbed me unaware,
Grinning and roaring, as if to scare.

I pushed and tried to fly away
Only to be clenched, with mighty rage;
Will i ever be joyous and gay,
Trapped in this lonely cage!!

Reach for the stars

“Reach for the stars”
Don’t stop till you get very far.

Get on the vehicle of happiness
Leave behind broken wheels of loneliness.

May the mountains be your nascent step
And the ocean be you filled cup.

Walk until the aeons of time
Be real, life is not a pantomime.

Success and Failure go hand in hand
Their reminiscence is lost in sand,

Rise above the common greed
“Anything is possible”, is true indeed.

Ablutions and sacrifices are not the ideal solution
Bring about a change, it’s time for revolution.

The curse of oblivion befalls the great,
Thy will be remembered if you kill that treacherous thing called“Hate”

You can be the hope the world needs,
For those future historians you will be the first seed.

Catch that fleeting glimpse of a dying star
It’s not the end, but the beginning of a new hour.

Materialistic world

Far from the cry of the raven
We all want to reach a beautiful heaven.

Running after wealth and beautiful damsels
Not thinking about the beggar who needs a morsel.

No time for love or affection,
The smell of success in the only sensation,

Going into the wild to find the inner soul
Is now a myth made by a gaping hole.

"Within you, Without you"  may be words of a sage
We abandon life and its value in a fit of rage.

Eyes shimmering with water on watching dew drops on flowers
Now its gets watery working for late hours.

Some say " the times they are changing"
But change as such was never in the writing.

If only, I could return to those old times
To smile with happiness on hearing the wind chime.

Trapped in a materialistic world
Unchain me, I want to return.

When the mind wandered into the empty sky.
When the rhyming words would just fly.

When hands were meant for a hug.
When blissful dreams were attained on a tattered rug.

When life was worth living .
And death was not up for giving.

I am, Love

Before the beginning, I begin,
After the end, I remain,
I am, Love.

To some I am beautiful,
To others, I am dutiful,
I am, Love.

In the darkness of space,
To the centre of the earth,
I am,Love.

From a mother to her adolescent child,
To a lover a beautiful delight,
I am, Love.

For the thinkers, I am deep.
For the hippies, a piece of weed,
I am, Love.

In wars I become Gandhi,
When in bed, I become rage,
I am, Love.

To Morrison, I am his poetry,
To Valkyries just their rugged jacket,
I am, Love.

I start with "L" for the lovers
And I end with "E" for the enemies,
I am,Love.

Without me one becomes many,
With me many is one,
I am, love.

The Hyperreality Syndrome

Beyond desire lies dullness,
Beyond emotion lies vagueness.

Beyond river lies ocean;
Beyond reality lies portion.

Beyond surface lies depth,
Beyond life lies death.

Beyond desperation lies emptiness,
Beyond love lies loneliness.

Beyond conciousness lies stillness,
After drugs I lie senseless.

Beyond stars lie space,
Beyond my body I wish to escape.

Beyond sorrow lies waiting,
Without karma I am nothing.

Beyond touch lies grasping,
After sacrifice lies repenting.

Beyond  infinity lies God,
Or is it the other way around.

The hills of Kimberly

Drops of hand woven sunlight;
Glides across the space with its might.

A cherub here and a goat there,
God's design work under care.

two lonely cowboys on their black mountain rover,
Rush away the herds from the silent mover.

Stream of water cutting every stone,
Flowing with them are logs alone.

The hills have a mystic serenity,
with clouds around it gives a heavenly proximity.

As shadows wash the plains,
My emotions almost breaks away from the devils chain....

Some say the place is very silent,
But, I hear the sound of silence;
And its quite eloquent.

Down the slopes lies a graveyard with a deserted view;
Souls rises from within a but leaves the world without you.

And finally the lights fade away slowly;
A day well spent on "The hills of Kimberly".

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.