It began with hope, it began with a list of goals
Is this the way any journey unfolds?
Perhaps, there are times for the opposite
Unspoken until it crosses the threshold

I shall skip the happy days and why not?
The days were extraordinarily a common plot
And focus on the departure within chaos
Something one had never thought

We stayed indoors
when words spread about some of us went missing
And slept on the floors
as the blasts shook the beds and our minds hissing

We prepared to leave one day, we who had our families worried
Because any news they got, they only thought we'd be buried



The skies were denied to cooperate
So we took the road
12 checkpoints, and any bags we had
On each we unpacked and unload

Luck favoured? No, I'd say God helped with his powers
And we reached the camps after 17 hours
We were marked and stamped and off the nation
I still may remember the faces I saw
Only the ones Impatient

Routines were fixed like sunrise and sunset, like days and nights
But I counted my stay, home was not in sight

Containers of toilets in the open
Trucks of food twice a day
Inside the voices were choking
Wondering the price one had to pay

Everyday a queue would break, for food of course
everyday someone was fighting
More than 30 nations of faces
For sure, no one was dieting

I changed my clothes two days apart
I laugh now as it was the 9th day I did not bath
Though It was desert and cold and dry all along
We all kept thinking, what else could go wrong

12th night, I had it all memorized, there was a plane assigned to carry us, the listed alone
I was used to be sleeping on bare sand within a tent
But finally, it was time to come home

It was raining when I landed, a car waiting for me
And the faces glad to see me in warm blood
I only smiled I guess, I was numb and why not?
I swam beneath the flood

Life had many reasons to stop lying, and moments to pretend
Sometimes I only think,
I dont really remember, what actually happened

I used to enjoy my lonliness
It was a part of the holiness
Processing the cleanliness
Playing myself but together the game of chess
Managing the part of being alone
But its a piece of mess to handle atleast a place to battle conceeding scores to rattle the timber where I can settle, MY HOME

For the seconds or the moments to let it all out
For a language to understand or just be loud
For the one to survive with its all about
No room for a word of doubt
A leap of faith towards the possible chances
A room enough secure around you as time advances
Quite the melody played to which
Life only dances

Love has no meaning but a lota definitions
Some give opinions, some share qoutations
Reality has a boundary, love no limitations
You can accept the situations
Uncertain destinations

And love?
Deny the hesitations?
Change the animation?
Design the words and release the expressions

You?
I run into the lose of words
But keeps reminding of the bird
The sky is the impression
The unsung illusion

Me?
If you rule as the Queen of my world of poetry
Then why wouldn’t I love you
If you make me smile for a minute
Then why wouldn’t I love you

If you leave one day but still stay in my heart
Why wouldn’t I love you
I may not be able to be with you, I know that
But why wouldn’t I love you

Its okay. Right?


Love speaks to reality.

I could just deny the spoken words
But how do I deny what I see
Look how far the sky has touched you
The scars seem perfect to me

The definition of beauty might be the reflection and the refraction and summation of the eyes and the brain
The connection is surely the attraction on the actions making me insane

The actions of the tone of your skin
The biting of the lips squeezing them thin
The vulnerable heart out in the open to win
It is broken and pinned

Having all of it but I shall pretend
That there are no curtains, no end
To this play, to this epic, to this volume, to this ballad

I wish the words beg to be arranged infinitely, just to be you
Sit around every corner of the curves and the brinks of your body
And still feel strange

I asked my friend to fire in the dark
But there is the moon for the spark
He says he needs to get home to listen to the howling
The one's that of agony, or fouling

This moon, constructed too many words to be poems
That many slipped into fear and omens

Ever thought of?

The face of a woman
Beauty of the blackness
And evil for the plot at night
The howl of declaration that

I am the moon
For everyone and everything

Who runs the show
To create a mess
In the game of chess
Smart to know
The next move, a guess
Of the guest
Aiming at the chest
Scatter by flattering
Clattering of the best

The enemy is in the nest
Feeding the allies
with lies and pride
Demanding a crest
For the services
Vest for the bullet
But aimed at the head
All is at war
But still goes to bed

Waiting for my turn to turn up
Everyone ahead of me must hurry up
Everyone behind, do I really care?

I follow myself to the pond of sweetness
To harness some in my pocket
To give away when I have to
Also when I Don't want to
I see sweetness in colors
The colors that define which one I give away.
I let one have a cheap one
Or the purest to say.

There are others at the pond too
With a bucket or two
And that shall affirm that I shall have a bite from it too.
A purest or the cheap
But there is sweetness everywhere
In kindness and in evil.

Rays of light from far beyond
And a desert of emotions, blonde
Forbids the night to be dark
Eyes capture shadows with a spark.
Gathered in a Oasis then, Long gone

Bored! There are no disasters happening
And so the navigator does not lead to the house of the lord.
Where seeking shelter is a mandatory action
When there is no option left.

Bored! The heart is not in pain
Choke and stab what remains
Poke and grab the dagger
Slice into it deeper


Bored Evil

MOTHER

I am a piece of her that will continue to live if my timeline is longer in the stories. Stories are perfect because GOD only says 'BE' and it becomes. The story completes and concludes.

She sounds old now. Shaky and tired.
She sounds experienced. Satisfied and inevitable
She seems like she gave up. Surviving only nurture her pieces as long as she can.

MOTHER

There is so much to say, but mother sounds shaky and it doesn’t please the ears of a child. A child that might make it to the list of those who appreciated

I know I can't race with Light
But I wanna take a shot at the wind
I wouldn’t go down without a fight
But the fact that I can't win

I know I cant race against time
But I wanna take a shot at the tide
I may drown swimming, but thats fine
The battle is the bright side

I know I cant be forever
But I need to continue to be
Piling up sins and deeds
But ask Lord to spare me

I know I cant be two but one
But I wanna take a shot at a legacy
Surviving in a few memories
Superhero... to some fantasy

The story is in the headlines,
The dates have reached the deadlines.
Incomplete plot all around,
Until its center is found.
But you will applaud for the tale be told as such

Smile and say, thank you very much

We come alone, we die alone
Now is when we are
Once will be gone
A face of an agony
Or a sound of a sad song
Okay! You may play along
But you will be alone

That’s the problem in this world, in every country and city
there are these huge billboards
like everywhere, like literally everywhere
and all these boards we use it for advertisements, for things like dippers, junk foods, fake beauty products and refreshments

and all of these billboards are telling us what to think; not how to think.

Instead, we should have messages and quotes that inspires and motivates people and put a smile or make us laugh for a minute in a bad day.
To give perspective and give hope to live one day,
to remind us what we are fighting for.

But what do we get?
we get money deals and advertisements.
I mean its not bad lifting your products but what about lifting arts?
I don’t see those. If making and spending and dealing money is the sole purpose of this society then, where is the soul of the society?
Is that all we are?
Money making machines?
Do we not have souls?
Do we not feel or understand beauty?

This is why I love social media. Rather of 'buy one get one free' ad we get memes.
Of course, not all of them are good and there are ads it seems
but I would rather look up to a meme instead of a big discount offer.
We say the internet and social medias are destroying our society, that it is the root of all evil and prefer outdoor life.

But often do we overlook the fact that we are destroying our society from so many other ways. That there will be a time the outdoor life will be cornier than life in social media.
We are on a verge of destroying our own soul and humanity and we just don’t know it yet. There is still time to save our soul not for the afterlife but for this life. If we lose ourselves in this world, how do we ever dream finding it in the next?

I want to see things that reminds us that we are not just some machines that we are human. And it is important to keep our hopes and dreams alive; and it is necessary to lift our imaginations and humors.
I would like to look at a large billboard and see a meme rather than a big discount offer.
I would like the society to try saving itself from extinction.

And yet forcing myself to think hard
How I could separate from isolation
Because I have used all the cards
In all the turns and rotations

I begin with death, no broken hearts or maybe the good moments
It goes on without any concentration
Maybe a task would come up,
Maybe hours of sorrow
something will just add up
The spaces of hollow

But it doesn't? Why is it all blank?
Why is the stare at nothing?
A thought of nothing should bother at all
But it still is...
It still creates a path to dream within a dream within a dream
And this continues to fall
I'd like to walk back to time when there is a door named recall
But there isn't

What if I am notified that I've got a mail waiting to be opened

What if I am told that my favourite show is waiting to be watched
Well, I mean If I am expected to mark a list to do that I could do right now
I would definitely find an excuse somehow
Just to ignore them and one by one I would have more excuses to create
More places to locate
More time to waste

Only then would I get past this awful taste
Taste of nothing and running, wrecking anything available to think

I HAVE NOT TOO MANY WORDS
NOT TOO MANY BIRDS,
THAT FLY IN THE SKY
I DON'T KNOW WHY
THEY DON’T JUST MULTIPLY

I HAD FUN TO BE GONE
BEING ALONE,
IN THIS LONG FIGHT, THERE IS NOTHING TO LIE
THAT I HAVE DENIED

REALITY HAS GIVEN ME SOME CLARITY
CONTROL OVER INSANITY
I HAVE COLLABORATED AND COLLIDED ENOUGH
FOR A VISION
TO ESCAPE MORE COLLISION

Tanned and enslaved beneath the sun
for some years now
Banned and saved from the gun
of some fears now

I’ve had cut my wrists and hanged myself
strangled in the dark with a thread..... this thin
But I only imagined

fiction, takes a word to jump across worlds
I only jumped through time
scheduled to look back once in a while
though it all looks fine

It is all smiles
the floor, melody  tiles
keeps buzzing, long as there is no stopping
The frames are one too many
but I can do the cropping

It does not hurt to fail
fail against a wish
When the feelings are polished


I create and relate and sedate,
compensate the debate in a state
I’m dealing, concealing then briefing the willing
so it is spinning and winning

MY POLISHED FEELING

THERE IS A MELODY, IN A HEARTBEAT
YOU MAY HAVE TO FEEL AND LISTEN CLOSER
A PERFECT SILENCE OR A LITTLE NIGHER
THEN YOU MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

HAVE YOU SEEN RAIN BEFORE SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND?
OR AFTER WHEN SHE MAKES THE DROP SOUND?
I BET YOU HAVEN’T
SHE ONLY MEETS YOU ALONG THE JOURNEY
FOR A MOMENT BETWEEN A FINGER AND A CELLO STRING
ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS FOCUS


WE ARE TOLD, SHADOWS DIE IN DARKNESS
BECAUSE YOU NEED LIGHT TO BLOCK BRIGHTNESS
BUT IS IT REALLY A FACT? AND SHE’S NOT THERE?
OR PREPARED, AWAITING TO HOLD US
THE TRUE ONE TO REFLECT US
RIGHT THERE, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS FOCUS.

I have a gift
She aint no stranger, Though i am to her
I think she deserves it
Maybe even worth it
Frost had once said
The end might be fire or ice
I'd lose but I still bet
My love without you would suffice

Why are we in a hurry?
and there is so much to worry...
When everything has already been there
And we just live it through
About the choices we care
About the moments of me and you

Why are we in a hurry?
And there is so much to bother
When the book was published long ago
And we just read it through
About the different chapters
About the ends and beginnings like the pages are new

Why are we in a hurry?
And there is so much to achieve
When the doubt is you believe
And we just cry it through
About the facts and decisions
About the lies and what is true

Why are we in a hurry?
And there is so much at stake
When the dark nights are awake
And we just count it through
About the minutes and seconds
Hack the system of life just to pretend

Wrath of my actions despises me
Path in which the expansion of destiny
Has happened
An arrow has pierced through the armour
Covering the vision of my enemy
My friend

Me? Not who you really foresee
Futuristic probationary
It is destructive but creative
Till it rock bottoms the reality
Surviving in the shadows of my self contemporary

Seeking redemption through rage
But it does no help at this stage
Will this be narrated elsewhere
The same story of failure in return
In a different story. Different page?

I said..

Look at the person who reads a strangers book
He wants to know the character but avoids recognition

From the beginning of its arrival
To the end of every recycle
It is a tale through recital
Of the battle of revival

Vintage, Classic, we may call it historical
or Savage, updated or call it technological

Still, it will be called a feeling
Either wounded, or when its healing
Beautiful, decorated
Strong, faded
Its bad, its sad
Satisfaction, you're glad
Destruction, you're mad

Tears you in pieces while it teaches when it reaches and it seizes your moments as it breaches then it stitches everything back

Fear to recover to discover facts to never miss knowledge forever loose the lover to ever come back

And yet to cry, to lie, to die, deny the why
And to loose, to live, to give, to take, to make, to find, to bind

'Nothing'
is a feeling, unless otherwise any stronger reason for appealing?

Well??
Is there a way of concealing
the fact
'there is no moment without a feeling'

Before I can score and more about simple good food
Before I can taste, its a sudden swing in the mood

I stare at the road with high speed cars and bikes
A man with a wife
Since the last two nights
So love's gone wild
And its almost blind

Shift focus
To the man on his right,
He smoking ***
Thats all he's got,
No family to look forward, none to back up
Okay
He begs for a penny, gets a penny, wins an Emmy , far too many

He passes a restaurant with some monsters
Wasting food and some money,

Well I got a ride switching
The show that id running
And the people that are coming
Sitting right next to me

SPEAKING **** RIGHT, MAKING RIGHT ****
or SPEAKING RIGHT ****. MAKING **** RIGHT

trying to fix things by the end of the night
Put an end to this fight

One wants to save a kid
Redeem for what he did
He who taught him how to hit
How to spit
How to cash in, how to count'em in

But he prays now for what he says now, before his days now
He wants to fix what he's done
Showed him the wrong sun
Showed him the wrong sky
Never told him about what was wrong
And what was right

And i know no more,
Cz my stop is here
I get down and go home

I stand up, look with the eyes in the mirror
****** and red
Show my palm to hold the glass but i wipe
My tears instead
I know I might cry again, the cause I cannot
Erase you from my head
Maybe I go, I go and sleep, sync with my bed
Instead I hope you hope…. I do not have you at all
With wishes that the moments should have been dead
Then I will be banging my head, hate will rule over
Eat in me deep
feelings shall heap & the nightmares will be begging
For life… but no,
Nothing of this part of my bliss will ever change
Nothing will ever go
You will just be someone I would know
but death…. gently decorated lying in the coffin, waiting to be buried
Praying, wishing if I was staying up to see the flower grow off me
And let you pluck it off to give away to the one who replaced me
in you but are you freaking kidding me?
Because I will wait till someone tells you, ‘Get off me, you’re irritating me’,
And send the news to my fellow dead one’s you can now rest in peace
It was one of the days, she says, she wants to speak with you,
‘look at this kid, he wants to be someone like you’
Green land, holding hands, I’ve been dreaming
about bands of colors in slow motion of the portion of it.
I wish to remember a part of my emotion. I check the album turn up the pages and recall the moments in a negative version.
I shout out and screamed
I was told to closeout a deem or maybe hold to be
what I’m not supposed to be
I loved you, adored you, the same I wanted for me
but though I knew life is not how it promises
then I forget I ever lived in the premises
where you were the nemesis all I did was anything to make you feel home
not just bricks and layers If we really know what living is
I am trying to unload, trying to whisper and speak to whatever, whoever I’m not,
now because I’m lost, it has cost me more than I can imagine maybe one day I can

maybe one day I can ignore you begging when you completely lost me
I picture, picture of smiles in hundred different files when I was talking about you holding me then
now one of us is smiling, piling up memories, checking in and out then
I see him, walk past me in a disguise; I know what he tries, never look me in the eyes.

I speak to myself to get an agreement, to hear what I wish to, things I dont understand..
But I never wrote letters
Never texted
Never blinded

I did try to hug myself
I did try to comfort
I did slap hard and stared at my response in the mirror..

I did hit the wall and whispered it hurts...

I did think I could, I would and I should die..
But I did love me, myself and I

Reverse the math, also a graph would do
Days to death, well a laugh may suffice
There is no room for two
Never does it come twice

Scheduled journey, depends as you chase
Rather prepare to embrace
Explore or waste
Before you taste
Care, as the Lord calls
And stare while the curtain falls

You draw a weapon of your own legacy
To destroy your enemy
The brothers you celebrate with
are all dead
Did you think we could get away without any bloodshed?

We are here now, enjoying the aftermath
Ever wondered the causes of the wrath?
Succumb the effect of the vice
And war, war is not for the wise

white flames fly away from the black ashes
And the bucket of holy sins empty through Sighs
When logical statements will fade through reality
It will be difficult to breath

It is defined to the end
Though I do not know the way
but fate cannot bend
The gate with an earthQuake

And a barrier between two states
Psyche or physic
Each say 'war is upon us'
I am just a critic.

May not be a star
Or a glowy meteor
And i am unaware
Know not with what to compare
Letters were not written
But my love, i have not forgotten

You, the gloomy pure cotton, white; soaked in the milky way of beyond

Me, for sure wandering reasons, write; quote the spell with a wand

Though, i do understand there's a reason to fight
A Reason I mute
Get out of the sight
Follow the devil, the cute

So pretty, thousand apologies to seize or squeeze the errors
destroy the cracked mirrors

There is loot for every storyteller
Safe, for all the words that I've used
In you

Hey! Beautiful

It fights through mud,
Through air, through rain
Through all the natures pain

It dried and died because nature lied
Thought maybe its reach could be wide
Spread into colors of eternity
But the vision shattered
Renewal is all that mattered

Spent years growing up
In a dilema, holding a cup
Of tea,
Which i shared with a man
Sitting next to me
Endless words to let out
But busy as i scout
My soul, as she lives inside
Gods gifts, my pride
Like horcruxes reside
No! Not from sins
But from wins of He
The gaze locks on the rays
Tempts me to find ways
To my heart; where my old lady
Scolds me being lazy
I smile! memories brought back
As today I walk on this track
You! If you could hear me too
I am a mother now! Mother of two

Shall thee be raindrops, battling to the ground
Shall thee be paws, steps with no sound
Shall thee be hope, to live or to survive
Shall thee be power, that all thrive
Shall thee be thankful, God sent to be
Shall thee be future, all wish to see
Shall thee be light, darkness fears
Shall thee be eyes, no tears
Shall thee be flies, with fire in the night
Shall thee be color, but only white
Shall thee be emotion, of only love
Shall thee be words, missing 'hate'
Shall thee be trees, rising above
Shall thee be roads, with an unlocked gate
Shall thee be now or then, be the same
Shall thy identify or do you have a name?

shine in a dress, like all combine Into one color through a straight line
call in dear lass, like all fall into one new taste of wine

I know what said, that Red is a color of none, though a state of mind
all is real even, the eyes feel driven in skies, so is for the blind
there's more to preach than seven, to reach the heaven

This is a brothel
Where happiness is on sale
But you dont tell

I mess with the paint, make a random art
And I was standing broken apart
I love her because, I knew I brush it right
But how bad colorless colors could be?
She isnt the right one, there for me
Deep inside, in the dark corners
I see the pain,  I delivered
I push her out, aint no worth dying
Where she will stay for a while....crying
And beyond reach across the street
She walks towards me
Whispering a few words, not waiting too long
And when i know she steered out of the song
I go back to sleep

In the pages of, luck I fed
When i am living, after I am dead
In my tomorrow, to the words I have said
In the stories, In the history
In the best of all the mystery
be the part of every memory

                                                            Be Alive