As we grow old
We tend to lose gravity
We lose filthy distructions
and all the auxiliary desires.
We lose audacity & grudge
that we held for so long.

We feel much lighter
Like a flying feather of a seagull
Like a flowing fountain
Floating clouds
Splendid rainbows
Warming sunshine
And like a free soul.

As we grow old
And let things go
We feel like getting out of our cages
into the world of selflessness,
As we grow old
We only become young.

Mere physical proximity does not excite me,
As end of the day it  boils down to  mortality.
I want them to live deep inside my gene endlessly…
Coming together,
Humming together,
Laughing together,
Making love together,
-being insane and absurd on the ugly face of realism!

Being alone- I feel liberated from all the filthy desires,
the darkness, pessimism and obscurity,
and the built-in thirst to be conventional and  happy!

Wanting happiness intensely has been the mistake,
The more I let go the closer it comes,
End of the day I  had to take refuge of  the conspiracy theory,
As they say- everything is fair in war and love!!

The power lies in letting go,
Love, affection and all the belongings,
I need to let go to be able to possess and relish  them forever!

We are on a look out for both- sweet & sour,
Wish we could change the getup every other hour.
Want a wife with all the beauty and loads of brain,
A muscular husband full of romanticism without bit of strain.
We want to measure the stature of the highest mountain,
The vast sea, colorful lake and the coolest fountain.
As human being we crave for the change,
For contrast like black and white of full rage.
We want both – this & that,
The loyal dog and also the wild cat!

It is the personal philosophy that drives everything,
Drives the shadow to fly high translating profound meaning.
It is the inner soul that keeps us on the right track,
Keeps the butterfly organizing happiness on the square rack.
It keeps balance between uneven forces,
Between lumpy cactus and gorgeous roses.

If poems could fly
They would have travelled across the globe,
Stepped into the unknown territories
transporting  our souls to the moon.
If poems could sing
They would have sounded like a bird,
Chirping around the heaven,
Creating godly melodies through the orchestra of nature.
If poems could dance
They would have moved the mountains
With all the  artistry in the world
Shaking us to our cores.
If poems could act
They would have got into our skin,
Representing people from all walks of life,
Mirroring the faces of  light and darkness.

It is  sheer lack of balance that makes us  susceptible,
Counting  on one eyed monster which has been intolerable ,
We fail to bring equilibrium between heart and mind,
Tend to look at one side of the coin being a little unkind,
It’s not mutually exclusive, like - this or that,
Rather  blend of both wearing the double hat.

We could meet many friends in deep   conversation,
Only in silence without sound and much aggravation.
We could only see the unseen in mysterious darkness,
As we could think the unthinkable only in sacred quietness.
We talk only when fail to make peace with our thoughts,
Unnecessarily  camouflaging the   story, the real plots!

And I became part of the flow,
Flow of love, rainbow and water that keeps singing the song of eternity ...

And it was sheer agony that compeled me to jump into eternity,
Eternity that keeps flowing as the continuation of life...

And it was absolute madness that ignited creativity,
Creativity that makes life liveable despite brutal realism...

And the saga continues...

We could meet many friends in deep   conversation,
Only in silence without sound and much aggravation.
We could only see the unseen in mysterious darkness,
As we could think the unthinkable only in sacred quietness.
We talk only when fail to make peace with our thoughts,
Unnecessarily  camouflaging the   story, the real plots!

We could meet many friends in deep   conversation,
Only in silence without sound and much aggravation.
We could only see the unseen in mysterious darkness,
As we could think the unthinkable only in sacred quietness.
We talk only when fail to make peace with our thoughts,
Unnecessarily  camouflaging the   story, the real plots!

Whenever we meet,
the world seems to be too dull to talk about!

Whenever you look into my eyes,
I get shaken to the core!

Whenever you talk,
I feel like reading the book I have never gone thru.

Whenever you walk,
The memory lane opens up I am destined to walk down!

Whenever you smile,
I feel like stealing a kiss from your lips.

Ah poetry, my long lost sweetheart!
We will be in each other all along.

I am here to live out loud,
Can’t get lost in chaos in the crowd.
One cannot turn down the spirit within,
As it lives in my core as it has been.
I am here to announce clear and  loud,
I will not die today, not like this in the cloud.
I do not mean to be the best of the best,
Just wish to be as simple as I can get!

We are no saints why expecting others to be  angels,
This is no perfect world, no heaven on  the gravels.
We  will get hurt by others for sure,
We just got to find the ones worth suffering for!

I will be heading for the inestimable and endless
Hiding misery in my sleeves,
As my soul is about to be saturated with bleakness
Leaving behind countless fallen leaves,
The rainbow will be haunted with brutal belligerence
And the sun would lose its glow in the shadow of mistaken belief,
I would stand out from the crowd with no fear in my heart
As I have nothing to lose other than eternal sorrow- undying grief!

It is me
who defines the meaning of success,
It is me
Who lives life in the wildest imagination,
It is me
Who does not confront worldly discrimination,
It is me
Who cares a dam about mortal reality,
It is me
Whose soul gets liberated in the rain forest,
It is me
Who is always free and liberal deep inside!
It is me
Who has chosen madness with a purpose!

Rising like a phoenix   is not mere myth of  some super power,
It is the call of our  daily life  cutting layer after layer.
There is no fun in swimming on the surface playing safe,
It has been about diving deep  going beyond all the easiness.
Courage is all about going on when we do not have the strength,
When cuts are deep  in the body,  soul and underneath!

The conventional life got indulged in griminess,
And poetry has lost the courage to go beyond the limit.

Yet time is flowing on the balcony,
The apparent three dimensional life lost its face in multiple existence,
And Multitude in marvel and Originality in Variety,
Ah! life , an endless dream,
Dream that has no boundary,
Other than infinity and endurance ~~

Tonight I am disassociating myself
from all the worldly belongings,
To be able to feel lighter and stronger!

Tonight I am letting go,
Not out of humility,
To be able to survive the pain!

Tonight I am getting into the dreamy shell,
To be able to get explicit clarity
on the journey called life,
Tonight I am transcending myself
from one to many ~~

Pain could be useful,
It could break the shell,
The masks that we wear,
The camouflage that we hide ourselves with,
And the shallow relationship we get into.
Pain gives the strength to shine,
Only if we could hold on beyond our limits,
beyond all the godly things!!!

I can sense them at dark hours,
They start flying in the air,
Coming together,
Getting glued,
Doing miracles,
Going out of the way to make this happen.
And it only happens
on the shore of wholesome solitude~~

A mother mourns for her lost child,
She mourns for the attachments and the memories,
As she couldn't  believe that part of her existence  is no more,
And no mother ever gets over such unbearable agony;
Yet she moves  on  and  finds love in another child,
Somebody else's child.

Going further very few mothers find love in the affection for a  child,
That goes beyond the singular existence,
And how powerful is that!

She looks for love,
Not for the child,
She craves for the eternal feelings,
Not for the physical existence,
That's how  She let go the 'child of the world',
that's how she survives the pain,
And  that's how life moves on!

Struggle has been to stick to the process,
Process that supersedes the aspiration,
Power lies in the ability to do that,
Power lies in letting the person go and keeping the essence!

You wear the most beautiful smile,
Not to feel lighter,
No to amplify beauty,
This is to pretend,
And in the process you become the most famous actor,
And people admire your skill,
Only if they could unmask you
And saw your tears.
In life
And in death.

You keep moving like the stars,
Not for glory,
Not for fame,
This is to survive the agony,
In the process you achieve immortality,
And People think high of your magnificence;
Only if they knew what you had to go through,
In this world and hereafter !