Bring me your quite,
Bring me your hurt,
Bring me your storm,
All of it,

Even the aftermath,

Watch me,
Watch me,
coz I have been through many myself

The unknown,
the unheard,
the unseen,
the unwitting,

I have loved you in ways,
Your heart couldn't fathom

the winds of change blow,
I fight and try to stay afloat
But my will gives up

the evening sun sets
fleeting through the hands of time
blessed is the present

Driven like passion,
Unlike cars with no gas in,
The journey begins

beyond the three words,
or any word could describe,
no time or space can decide,
beyond the cliches
of love poems,
or the ring which
I can take off every time I shower,
Or calls I wait for
every hour,
beyond the loyalty,
if words could deceive,
not conditional,
but a joy to receive,
no wasting time,
no foreplay of sacrifice of mortal flowers,
no wall of promises,
that towers,
over all that makes sense,
no I am not talking
about no strings attached,
no messages
tracked,
no pressure of trying
to match the party wear,
no matter where I go,
you are always partly there,
a voice
so unmistakable,
share a bond
so unbreakable

They say its all about the destiny,
Whatever’s meant to be,
All I need was a little air to breathe,
First, it didn’t make sense,
Time to make a few cents,
No pretence,
I left it at the last airport,
Though I had hope,
Coz life had come at the cross roads,
Where I met a few lost souls
Equally confused,
Exploited and abused,
Even my own blood,
I had to open the third,

Its getting cold
And I don’t mean weather,
But hopeful for the better,
And that’s not when I never did dope,
My only ray of hope,
Had me going against the world
Its all about the word,
Like two pieces of puzzle,
Will I ever learn to hustle?
I passed on,
From the school of the hardknocks,
The battle was long and hard fought,
I m still ready for whatever,
Hail or high water,
The trouble was never with the bent,
It was God sent,
It made me who I am,
All part of the plan,
To you it may seem nothing,
10 years and running….

So they thought,

I must have lost the bragging rights,

I thought I had it twice,

Nice with the flow,

Even nicer in person

Until you irk me,

I found these numbers to work with,

This pen to hurt with,

And be one with,

My only passion in life,

Coming back from setbacks

No head rests,

Just work my *** off,

Something I am blessed for

Life, and much more

Thank you God for this challenge,

No sandy beaches or beverage,

Where would I ever be?

I passed on every thing I knew,

Just lessons on lessons,

I did it my way,

Another brick in the wall,

Never quick to fall,

I aint got a prove it,

My worth to you,

It comes and goes, time flies

by the things money can't buy

Rich and richer,

Don't worry you won't get the picture,

Until you meet me,

That's the beauty,

that's imperative,

just adding another chapter

to my narrative

Let me patient,

Let me be kind,

Make myself unselfish,

Without being blind

I may have faith

To make mountain fall,

But if I lack love,

I am nothing at all

Climbing the mountains
Only to find one more,
Its like I am climbing
a never ending mountain
but isn’t that what I asked for
about to rip the mask off
or is this the last of
the peaks I need to put this flag on,
or is it the white sand
my feet need to drag on
the past behind me,
Why do I still brag on?

Is my best behind me?
coz that is what defined me
all my failures beside me
time to redesign me
All I need,
Inside me

Yes, I have found my self,
Struck,
Between the wrongs and the rights

The long and the nights,
The fought and the fights,
The frost and the bites,
My lost and the sights
The cross and the kites,

In the last pages
of respite,
But I did it all,
Despite,
The winds in my hair
The grin in my chair
Without a whim of care,

And I lost my self
Between,
The poetry and prose,
Knowingly that I chose
Focusing on the most,
If I ever need a host,
Romancing like a ghost,
And all of this,

Knowing I was close

We have never really talked,
But I think I can,
Knowing I am the son of the same soil that anointed you,
And I come from the same city you started it all,
Before I say something I would like to touch your feet,
Pay my respects
I don't know where to start from,
Probably, in school they taught your lessons,
I didn't know back then it was a blessing,
Instead I made fun of you,
disfiguring your picture in the textbook,
Now I think, How could I?
I hope you can forgive me
And you said "hate the sin, not the sinner",
But it was 2nd October and didn't miss your movie,
It feels so nostalgic to me,

My grandfather once saw you,
He used to tell me stories about you,
How a nation was saved,
And the struggles you braved,
They say your thoughts are obsolete,
But not for me,
What you have instilled in me is priceless,
Beyond caste, color and race,
I wish I could tell you face to face,
From shaking the empire to your fasting,
Time in prison to the Salt March,
I wish I could take a part,
Shaking the foundations,
To making us a proud nation,
Bringing to us that moment of Salvation,
From Indigo to salt to cotton,
You fought them,
To millions under starvation,
Making us think from a common man's point of view,
It was you,
From self reliance,
To defiance,
You did it,
And all that without use of force,
I wished you could have stayed longer,
Bless some of the lost souls,
Left some of us on crossroads,

And they say Jesus told us what to do,
You taught us how to do it,
Forgive me, younger me was stupid,
You paved the way for King Jr. and Mandela to aspire,
And many others feel inspired,
But the sad part is that,
Against you they still conspire.
Living free,
Not knowing you did it for us,
How a thin barely clothed man could do wonders,
You taught us to stand for injustice,
You don't need a Nobel Prize, the only true ambassador of peace,

And the loyalists still follow,
Your word is never leaving,
Words are not enough,
But I feel your sorrow,
You made me believe,
Anything is possible
If you stay focused and work for it,
There's so much more to learn,
Nothing but gain knowledge,
And I try to pay homage,
Statues around the world,
Left us true word
The legacy lives on,
No matter how much I say
It will not be enough
Nobody can fill your shoes
Even if they try to,
The world calls you Mahatma, I call you Bapu

Silence is golden,
And I am breaking the barriers,
Silence in golden,
And I am coming with the chariots,
Silence is woven,
And I am untying the labyrinth,
Silence is golden
Call me a maverick,
Silence is broken
And I am bleeding the floor,
Silence is golden,
I am like a fly knocking the door,
Silence is olden
I am rewriting the history,
Silence is golden,
I am unfolding a mystery,
Silence is interwoven
The message is subliminal,
Silence is golden,
But keep your words minimal,
Silence is golden
Every night I turn a criminal,
Silence is golden,
Every verse is pivotal,
Silence is golden,
For those willing to prey,
Silence is golden,
Only for those who don't know what to say

If patience is a virtue,
I have things I want to undo,
8 pm was the curfew,
Where could I run to?
I ran to Canada,
False promises, my only damager,
They try to assassinate my character,
The struggle is never ending,
And I ain't done defending,
The thin strings once severed,
There is no mending

If paradise is prison,
Then I am bound to have a vision,
The enlightened one,
In the stare of the sun,
If I ever miss a step,
No route to this mental map,
The bottle I threw away, should have kept,
Now lost amongst the kelp,
I ask for no help,
My aks knows,
Betrayals of foes,
This enemy within,
Can't control my Saimese twin,
This Feeling,
Learnt through annealing
Un-retreating,
Is biased beyond a greeting,
When I say farewell,
Even my better half couldn't tell.

Through the ebbs
and the flows,
Beyond the ones,
The new born knows,
In struggle
And through pain
The rain
Returns,
What the sun
took away.

back where I belong
twenty eight hours in transit
come home to jet lag

time slips through your hands,
and all you try to do is
make strong sand castles

poetry is pain
words otherwise left unsaid
my hand's been aching

Through trials and tribulations
I learn to live the life,
Sure! I can put it in words

In a room full of,
Disappointments & trials,
I couldn't find hope lost

All the women dream about it,
all men do beyond accepting,
Through years of finding
Reasons to do it,

From the crimson petals
That tailor the tux,
To hours spending
Never thinking
I was out of luck,
From the perfection,
To persistence of joy,
I passed the test,
To a man now,
No longer a boy,
What has God brought,
together, No man destroy

Waiting for the day,
For my angel,
And her day to be,
Unless God makes,
The makers labour in vain,

The magical sight,
Where the background
Gets blurry,
Visions of the past,
Find winds to fly,
If ever in doubt,
A mother's eyes
Couldn't hold,
From now to the
Six feet fold,

A promise to be,
A promise to keep,
In a meeting of minds,
The rings collide,
This feelings never subside,
In a dream like a collage
Forever abide,
No words could describe,

Against the world,
Inside the heart of a girl,
I found a place,
Glee on her face,
To me not looking beyond,
The cliche's of settling down,
I came around,
I care to inherit,
Getting married

Had a dream, the dream
Known by Coretta Scott King
Without action don’t dream

I am a monster,
If there's such a ******* thing,
No, It wasn't a dream

I am drawn
to you
like sketches
no, its not a metaphor
that's coz I am an artist
and you
are my favorite masterpiece

Let the breeze sway me,
I caught the wind in my hand,
Of course, I wasn't ready

Fly
I saw a bird with broken wings
fly through the cracked sky,
I flap my one wing
And get ready to fly,
But I fear to soar and be hit by
An astray plane and die today,
Atleast tried
But why? you say

my skin hates my bones,
my brain hates my heart,
it wants my heart to be pulled apart,
But i follow my heart,
Coz I was told so by the Father,
Life is getting harder,
the skies r getting darker,
I m ready for whats after,
So I wouldn’t lie,
Lord give me wings to fly

Revolution will not be televised,
The same way television will not be revolutionized,
That's why I use this pen,
The revolution in my hand,
A generation cannot be defined,
What is a definition of a generation?
Where do we draw the line?
I am trying to push the line,
Mold it into words,
Never get over this crush
Unlike a high school infatuation,
Look again, in fact what you are facing,
Deeper than my dead skin,
My heart racing,

Genuinely, I am in love,
All my love in genuine plus all of the above

Brilliant like the glow,
Of the dazed circling moths,
Until the lights go out

The pen is calling,
Ink is bleeding non stop,
I am tired of it.

My patience is vague,
Lost and gone, spent days in vain,
Only my fists red.

The world is ending,
My patience is running out,
can you close the door?

So pen is
mighty than
the sword,
My Lord!
If it wasn’t
I would have
my faith restored
They opened
when I spoke
and I knocked
on the door,

For brothers with sisters,
You hug her and miss her,
See her grow up,
From the time she didn't know much,
Now see her go the distance,
From the innocence to influx,
Of all the things you didn't wish her,
From arguing to mix ups,

For brothers with sisters,
All the love and the insults,
Her first friend and confidant
When she doesn't feel that confident,
The only peace maker,
For the nervous teenager,
The secrets you are sharing,
You couldn't tell your parents,
The only one who knows about your secret girlfriend,
The only one you can trust for certain,
From the "Stay away from her mister!"
To "my cutest sister"

For brothers with sisters,
Fighting for the smallest things,
Thinking you could win,
Do anything to make her smile again,
Promise to never see her cry again,
Until those funny things you whisper,
From a brother to a sister

I can’t tell you

what to do
and what not to
tell you ride the wave
till it crashes
why I left my land
or about the moutain
that I stand on
I can only tell you about
aim higher
when one loses
how battles left
scars
and fights
only left bruises
what it feels like
when its
me against everybody
I am glad I did
Can’t tell you how
I came through
I can only tell you about
things that I have been through

I can’t tell you
how life is unfair
I think everybody knows that
I can’t tell you to be happy
just tell about how
you can look past the negatives
just like I can’t tell
to be vegetarian
just be nicer
to the fellow human,
I can’t tell you
do you part
and the rest will follow
I can only tell you
one thing
there will be
a better tomorrow
I can’t tell you
you can win too
I can only speak
for the things
I have been through

They say I am high off life,
But I never seem to levitate,
I don’t do drugs still,
Instead I meditate…..

Then I put this
pen to this paper
And I gravitate,
No rehab for me
this lyrical therapy
seems to medicate…

I am a prisoner
of words
done said,
debtor
to the those
urging
deep in my head,
brilliant light
that turns us
into circling moths
and it grips
like the lines
that forms the dots
for those
a blurred
dream
coming into being
like a meme,
ever present
like the shadows
waiting to be one
beyond the dark,
unseen like
the underground movement
the arteries felt
the choke of the smoke
more work for my heart,
there is method to my madness
otherwise, this wouldn’t be an art

They say
I am a man of few words
I shouldn't be a poet
But, I have to remind them
Its not how many words you used
Its about using as few words as you can,
And still saying a lot more.

from open skies to blooming flowers,
through my darkest hours,
through pain and persistence,
to my lack of vision,
tossing and turning,
something four walls couldn't confide,
till my veins collide,
from fingers through her hair,
to my "I just don't care"
if words could lie,
my failure to comply
my actions speak louder,
but through these pages I found her,
my stare into nothingness,
but I settled for nothing less,
than an ocean of words,
mend wings for these birds,
more than a speck in the sky,
the tears that never saw the cry,
fears that never saw the light,
but the light walked me through the night,
more than a pen that I am holding,
dear moleskin...

I set fire to the rain
split the veins of the grain
if you doubt, i will do it again
and all for the sake of pain

There are dreams
And there are dreams,
That fuel the passion,
The rest all are nightmares.

The tears have melted
And returned to the streams
And streams into falls

If I knew my life’s purpose
what’s in store?
what if is the question
can I ask one more?
If I knew what I was meant to do
I wouldnt waste time
If all I could fit everything I want to say
In one line
I wouldn’t waste so much paper
save one tree at a time.
what if I wasn’t born in India
And I wasn’t color blind
I was racist
eradicating natives,
What if I could read people’s mind
know their true motives
What if Gandhi was a soilder
Rather than a messenger of peace
what if british raj continued
we trying find the missing piece,
What if success
wasn’t measured by money in your bank
or the car you drove,
but by how much love
to and fro,
What if I never came to Canada
and the struggle added
nothing to my character,
what if I had more business sense
than talent,
If I had one wish
and I could save the planet,
what if i could tell
everybody
I have a nasal piercing
What if we can’t let
emotions overwhelm us
and hold the tears in,
if I wasn’t a needle in a haystack,
if there was a rewind button
on my life’s playback,
But no regrets
so how could I say that,
what if love was more
than a four letter word
if it really meant
something in today’s world
not mere limited to poems
writings on the greetings
what if you could back
it matching feelings
what if I couldn’t write this
just keep it in my mind
and wouldn’t be labeld selfish

Through emotions that brim,
My devotion is deep,
For every instance that I sleep,
Through,
I am glad we made it through,
Few shattered cell phones,
No broken glasses known,
Few broken dreams I am trying to collect,
Watching golden sunsets,
Not yet,
But I have no regrets,
I traded pain, for highs and lows,
Till the time froze,
This is the life I chose,
Through poetry and prose,
You, my only outlet,
From the outset,
To vent my frustrations,
My guide through strange nations,
And my vague patience,
My stronghold through age races,
Can't escape when my face makes it,
Appear so clear,
My only near and dear,
When I least made sense,
Sorry, When I saw past your every defense,
And my every pretence,

Glass with wine and incense,
Travels with no nonsense,
All this traded for a today,
For which I have nothing to say,
But a better tomorrow,
Not a promise that is hollow,
Don't worry, In time,
I will make your miseries mine,
Beyond a diamond ring,
And everything,
That has a place and time,
No words to define,
God sent, Something so divine,
To share my life,
Empower you with the title of wife,
Beginning to renew,
I understand your point of view,
All the things we have been through,
Ineffable tears that ran through,
The valleys of disappointments
Memories and moments,
And all this,
Against my parents wish

Life is a about striving,

Life is about diving,

In,

Life is about setting goals,

Without the penalty

Kick,

But did you ever,

Lend a hand to a stranger,

Not thinking about the interest

Rate,

Do you have friends you can call,

At 2 am, without telling

what the reason

Is?

So you have a career in medicine,

Respected by peers, Admired by juniors,

But to get there, were your sacrifices worth

it,

Did you find a loved one?

Yes you did,

But did you find a soul

mate,

You drive a big car,

Live in a big house,

But do you have a heart to match

it?

Dress up, put on the make up,

Wear only designer,

But can you stare in your own

eyes,

Wake up everyday,

What a perfect life,

Ask yourself what did you really

Achieve

You can only dream of
places I have been
Mentally,
All the things
I did for my family,
All they did,
instead of helping me,
Is trying to
put sense in me,
When I come to a point
Where I am
about to plead insanity,
A room of variances,
Out of body experiences,
Mental *******,
Heart full of spasms,
The ones
my past couldn’t fathom,
This ain’t a struggler’s anthem,
But I can’t help but,
Generalize,
And I can’t undermine,
That I felt heaven,
At least on my fingertips,
I found hope,
At the brink of disbelief,
Don’t blame the postman,
If you put the wrong address,
Life is a *****,
depending on how you dress her,
Let the broken glass,
Mess up the dresser,
Rosewood, Redwood, any wood,
If I could I would,
The more I clench my fists,
the more sand I loose,
But I choose not to,
just my screws,
My life is like a travelogue,
No just ticket needed just travel along,
Like a broken pen and a moleskin,
A DSLR and an eye to watch closely,
No backpacker,
Just a bad actor,
Modern day rye catcher,
Self financer ,
A mere puppet on the string,
That life hangs by,
finding questions to some bad answers,
Putting up with bad promise makers,
When a promise may curse,
Life is just a makeshift,
Life is what you make it,
Or make of it

If it wasn’t for this pen,
My whole present would be spent,
With lost souls,
Finding peace with consoles,
Would I be able to bear the onslaught,
Only God knows,
But all I muster is false hope,
Coz my audience lesser than dog shows,
No skull or crossed bones,
Only dive deeper than the bottom of the glass,
My bottle has been smashed,
After few shots it all makes sense,
Don’t bother with the blend,
Keep pace with the bleeding pen,
My only weeping friend,
the feelings won’t matter,
coz the hope gets lost,
and the dream shatter

Patience is not a virtue
When the world is pushing me into a vacuum
Who do I run to?
My future is doomed,
I slit my wrists and paint the room,
I should paint the sky instead,
It should be enough for the liters I had,
And with both hands I bled,
Yes, its true what you read,
Like winter miss me, when my green leaves are dead

rising tide
finds wings to ride
little children run at ease
all reckless told to say cheese,
i die with a moan
my breath finds itself grown
my name is desire
my religion to aspire

I wish I could put down,
In words
What I feel,
But words are just words
They can never express what I feel,
And feelings change,
Just memories remain,
And overtime,
Memories fade
like the dark circles
under my eyes,
Only impressions last.