I can see the black clouds
Forming over me,
The day getting darker,
Darker than the sea.

The birds flutter,
Flutter in a flock
Scared of something coming up,
Coming up soon to stalk.

The frown of heaven,
Roaring like a pard
The glow of lightening
Flickering in the dark.

The end is coming near,
Our hearts dwelled up with fear
We hope to wake up next day
Not seeing our loved ones asleep.

I hope to wake up next day,
Without my thoughts getting sweeped,
Forgetting everything,
Everything in my sleep.

Shattered and broken
Hated and messed up
The thoughts are rotten
And everything's twisted
Like my own mind
Let us free there entwined roots
Let the society not be blind.

Blind as we were always,
We tend make promises,
When we hold thy little fingers
In our own grown ones
We tend to break promises
When thy grow as majestic as us
Because we later realise
The society existed and it would be a fuss
If we are rebellious.

Rebels rise from the graves
But they are shut out
From the whole place
Into their underground
Holes, they used to stay in, back to the caves.

They take rebels and make them dig
Dig deeper and deeper trenches
Where they at last put them in
To quench their burning rage.

The society is a messed up place
Full of lies and cheats
Rebels try to shape
But then thy push them into shade
'Cause then for them
Something goes out of shape
For them, shaping is a blasphemy ,
A pure profanity
For their fake divinity.

Society is orderly disordered
A complete pack of sane insanity
Where lunatics rule and sane lives on gruel,
Where united division is taught
Where the strongest of brains forgot
What living is.

There are many strangers who came in my life
I don't know their name,
I don't know how they look like.
They are just blur faces
But their words are like graces.

I sometimes wonder how they look
I sometimes think of them
As characters in a book.

They are the ones
who take off my mind
from the depressing course of my life.

It isn't bad to know strangers,
As they say,
"Strangers are people you shouldn't trust
Don't talk to them or else you'll become become a prey."

Strangers can be good,
Strangers can be bad,
You want to be happy?
You talk to strangers
To make your life less sad.

I hear something in me
.
.
.
I just realised it's a heart beat

When he smiles
I feel like pushing a knife
Into my hopping heart
Because it gives me glimpse of how
Heaven looks like.

Man builds up a castle
With his own hands
He is the creator
Of everything on this land
Then why does he create
A castle so unguarenteed
Into it, he initiates
People because of his greed
Who don't know about the cracks in the castle
About the flaws it has.

It starts to drizzle
The drizzle becomes rain
The rain becomes a violent storm
And then people run in vain.

The castle melts away
With it, it takes away lives
It was the creator's fault
That no one survived
The creator will pay now
For the castle he built in greed
Even when knowing the cracks and faults
Now he will pay for his deeds.

No matter how much you lift me
I would remain to be an ostrich
Even while having wings
I couldn't fly.

I think,
I'm dreaming right now,
Ensconced in a deep sleep
Just dreaming somewhere
Away from here
Where people just watch me sleeping.

I think,
That when Einstein said universe could be twisted and turned
He meant those labyrinths were an escape to the real world
The world we live in
Is just a simulation
All our work, all our sins,
Are just an examination
We are somewhere, detained and prisoned,
(Humanity is so bad thus that's my imagination)
Ony to speculate us
And decide if we deserve to live in the real world.

I think
There is a world of justice,
Different from our own
What we do here is what we get
We get flowers of the seeds we've sown.

I think,
What infants talk
Is a language of the real world
We're all given a second chance
Our thoughts have been swiped off,
We are in deep trance.

I think,
The reason why we fear God
Is because our God really watches us
Born and gone,
They have powers in their hands
It's those people on whom our judgement depends on.

I think,
We all come from hell,
No one's 'granted' a good life
We made mistakes, that's why people tell,
We're just equal
That there is heaven and hell
We've lived hell and now we aim for heaven
We don't want our lives to be torn
At last but not the least,
We'll be given the flowers of the seeds we've sown.

I think,
That you think it's useless to think of it,
But there's no wrong in fantasizing,
About a world fairer than this one,
But actually,
There's nothing left but to fantasize,
About a world better than our own,
That when we at last wake from our slumber to our judgement day,
We'll get the flowers of the seeds we've sown.

The lights suddenly glimmered,
And all the faces shone,
All the beauty appeared,
In all directions.

But there was one corner,
Where the darkness still remained,
And the shadows of people,
Hid the corner more,
And with it, a person,
Slouched against the wall,
Stood there behind the shadows,
Giving up to stay tall.

No one saw her,
But she saw everything,
The lady in the fur,
Was talking stuff about her,
She tried to reach out for the lady,
But her skin burnt,
The moment she stepped out,
Of her corner.

Wasn't ignorance enough for her?
Or does she still have to stay in the shade?

Everyone passed beside her,
But no one noticed the thin shape,
Struggling to get out,
Get out of the gloom,
She lives in.

The lights went out,
And everything reappeared,
Clearer than ever,
And they finally noticed,
The blood that smeared,
Out of her heart,
They finnaly noticed all the wounds,
But like always,
When the lights came up again,
They just turned away,
And walked back in their path.

Never ever talk to me
When you are in a sad state
'cause then I'm induced to give you solutions
Which is a big mistake.

In my life
I have minuscule amount of experience
So much I don't know
About the things in my existence
And you come to me
Looking for a solution
But guess what?
Whatever I tell you is just my dillusion

I tell you to go say sorry to that person
But in my life
I would have never apologised for a good reason

I tell you to go and pray to God
But my friend
I don't even believe if there's a God or not

I tell you innumerable things
I never did
I am just a creature
Who, in a bad situation, always hid,

When you lie,
you're listening to me lecture you
When in my life I have never been true.

So come on my friend
I am no angel
Whatever teaching I send
Is always fake
So there is a request to you I make
Before listening to anyone
You should see
If you can spot
Any irony.

Memories, as I recall,
Leak from my eyes,
Nostalgia washing the shores of conscience,
Pushing out the pensive mood from the ocean of lively memories,
Sinking my feet inside the soft, brittle sand castles,
Buried years ago under the waves of time,
Afraid to walk further into the tide,
Happiness of past brimming itself with pain,
Oh I wish I could go back again and again.

I saw a golden river,
You see it only in dreams
I am no special than you are,
But the river, oh it streams.

In curls where the locks lie,
The unstoppable river slowly strides,
Down the silver mount of hope
Into the chasm it merrily rides.

In the darkest point where ever you are,
It glows with great exuberance,
It shines, it's northern star,
With darkness it summons for a dance.

Its shiny pearls ray on roofs,
Of the deepest parts where you hide,
You've lived a lie, you see that proof?
the truth illuminated by northern lights.

The blissful river brims and swells,
Where you can't reach it, it pardons,
Though it's a dream it may somewhere,
Steal from the gardens,
It may be obscure, hidden behind,
Oh, it steals from my mind.

It was a partial sober bliss,
To seek a heaven on earth but in sleep,
My haze vision was sweetly kissed
And pulled out from the river so deep.

Oh, the river of golden hills,
I'll find you if I have to keep my breath still
Oh, the river of golden hills,
You will forever echo in me with your sweet trills.

Oh the river of golden hills.

What is the world we live in?
Who are the people we forgivin?
Time slips with the sand and for me
Nights are days and days are nights
Shimmered through pain
And showing us lights.

Who should I follow?
The people or God?
Will I fall in love
With that person or not?
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow

My dreams are ripped,
Not because of pain
The people who live,
Drive me insane.
They don't want to give
Others a happy reign
So I follow the path which leads me to rain.

I cry, I cry
But nobody knows
Because the raindrops hide
The tears I show.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

Who are THEY we refer to?
Why do we do
The things THEY want us to do?
We are here finding "The Great Perhaps"
But do we know what our world has?
My feet are bare and the stones,
They *****
The blood that flows
Makes me more sick
But I made a mark to where I go
So that there are people who are there to show
The path that I have always followed
Which leads me to where,
I don't know

The drops of heaven smear my blood
My inner colour paints red on the mud
My life has not ended,
I have some hopes
For the life I was lended,
So I could climb up some ropes
I won't lead the way,
But my life would
I won't let myself to be swallowed.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow,
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

Eyes silently weep, open,

But hidden by the shadows of lies,

Lies hushingly reek, rotten,

Until they get buried inside.

Solitude ground of ashen field
The fire burnt memories feign
Happiness, joy, elucid emotions
In a place where the truth is buried.

Dry leaves left with none trodden on
Talking of theft and safety gone
In a field so tireless and abandoned
But one day comes when one reshapes surroundings.

That day will make all the bonding.

Knit that sweater for me, please,
That sweet humming with its peaceful catch
Your hands and their darkening crease,
A mere cloth of your hardwork
To stay with me.

When it wraps around me
On a chilly day
I'll feel your love
Your warm embrace.

Under the sunlight
I'll dream of the rows,
Silly reasons to fight,
But even if for a day, I was your foe,
Your love would cook for me,
Knead the chapati dough

Make me that beautiful sweater
On my 90th Christmas when you're above
I'll wear your colours, my dear mother,
Which will remind me.of your undying love.

There is something about these walls

Which makes me feel elated

It fills the empty halls

Of my mind

It's just so much closely related

To me, it's become a part of me

It's a part of my memory.



Walls are white, blank and emotionless

But these walls are different for me

When I touch it, I hear voices

Of laughter, cries and victory,

Everything that I went through

Now a memory

Trapped inside these empty walls

The bleak, chipped off plastered walls

Are not just made of bricks

They are for me made of thick, thick,

Experiences, gone through so many situations,

It has eyes and ears

And with it a heart so sweet,

And when I place my ear against it,

I could hear it beat.



Yet there are times when we have to leave,

When we have to move away like always,

When after all these joys we have received,

We have to make a different choice.



Away we go from the heart-full being,

Trapping away our memories

In these bleak and empty walls,

We fill our emotions, and without withdrawal,

It seeps away everything,

And keeps away our secrets

Forever with it.



The walls aren't just white bricks,

They are a part of someone's incomplete soul,

We don't know what someone hid,

Under it before they went away,

If you don't believe that walls keep secrets, walls have hearts too,

Then go to them and just try whispering, "Hey."

To dream a dream
That is hard to forget
In the mist of clouds
It disappears like a sunset
Ebbing away with clarity
Reverting in my desperate mind
Like it's a mere charity.

Oh the beautiful dreams aren't true
Knowing them is better than having no clue
The subconscience is an inconspicuous beauty
Like the roots of the tree
Entangled and buried beneath
Its beauty is hidden
Its thoughts forgotten.

To dream a dream
Is finding your love
Then losing it soon
It's the inward eye's beauty
So beautiful, so resplendent,
When you wake up, you soon swoon.

I have no idea
How to shape this warped face
Leaking as the tears resurface
The confident eyes, the snapping lips
To reddened eyes and quivering lips.

I have lost all control
I have forgotten how to make a grip
Of all the strings of my puppet's role,
Scattered here and there,
Completely apart from from one another,
Completely biased on being pulled up and unfair
To balance my conscience of everything.

I am lost and afraid
Of loosing myself,
My faith, my everything which I don't have
But will someday
My strings are broken
And I lost my key
Which turned around in my back for me
To actually live my life.

Everything is lost
And all that's left is my soul
Which would break too soon
Which would make my disappearance whole.

Have you ever felt
The world slip away from your fingers
Your hopes, worries and anxiety
All crush you beneath a mammoth of fears
That no matter how much you struggle
It'll push further till you bleed
How much you try standing up
It'll splinter the strength in your marrow
Bit by bit
You Crumble and fret
And all of a sudden
You stop struggling.

Have you ever felt
Like giving up to it
Just embrace the slumber
Sooner than planned
And close your eyes
Forever?

I have. I do. I will. Until it all ends...

When everything in a magic trick
Is an illusion
Then how can we say
That life isn't a delusion?

Even the worst word like "**** everyone" won't make you feel better.

Why is it that a woman suffers?
She is the pain bearer
She carries a human with her
She goes through pain with a fear
Careful to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone
She walks carefully not to tip or fall
Just because she doesn't hurt the one
In her womb, she walks delicately
And when she doesn't give birth to a son
She is given more pain than the birth has ever given her.

She is a curse
A blasphemy on the surface of earth
And when situations become adverse
She is the one to clean the dirt.

Why is that a woman suffers?
In each and every part of this world
In every situation that occurs
She is beaten and slit
She is made to pay
The expenses of someone else's debts.

People are
the whisking winds
At first,
So near, you feel them blowing your hair
Then,
So far
Not a strand stirs from its place.

There are words
I'm well acquainted with
They define me well
But I'm as acquainted with them
As I'm oblivious of the words
That I'm still in search of
To define me further.