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Salil Panvalkar Mar 2013
Soon, there will be nothing but flesh.
From which, shall rise hope; hope to start afresh.
We shall be together once again.
Free of our primitive human brain.
We shall forget all that we've learned.
Forever forget the feeling of being burnt.
Spirits shall be, free from their human form.
All that remains now is to make sure is to survive this wicked storm.
For me for you We shall wake up in strangers' arms each day.
Only to break down and pray.
Lord, take me away.
Show me any colour but the colour Grey
Your pity has turned me into a pessimist.
Someone who's last hope is a chemist.
Let me be, for once, just be.
Flying through a cloudy sky, Free.
Salil Panvalkar Mar 2013
My quarrel isn't with trying or acceptance,

It's with the illusion that everything has to be 'either/or'.

How many colours can we see with these two eyes?

Definitely more than two.

My quarrel is with the fact that you can only pick one of the two.

My brain has more than one, singular thought.

What is happiness, but an immense combination of varied thoughts and memories,

Only a fraction of whose essence can be encapsulated in a scribble of coloured,

Chemical water on a finely ground and pressed piece of tree trunk?
Salil Panvalkar Feb 2013
It all suddenly seems to make sense
As you lie in your own filth

Naked, cold, intoxicated
Yet, happy

As you stare at a blank canvas
With quivering hands

Hoping to leave behind
A few stupid memories
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2013
Moments of madness shall come and go
Follow your heart, but at times if it takes you, go wherever the wind blows

Questions shall arise and suspicions will be had
For these very questions, later, you will be glad

Connecting the dots to form an image that will never be complete
But after all isn't that life? Sooner or later we will all be obsolete

We are taught to keep one eye on the ticking clock and the other on the horizon
With all these flashing lights, most of us have forgotten the magnificence of the setting sun

Soon there will be darkness and all will be still
But the night doesn't seem to have charmed you yet, not until you've had your fill

The rhymes shall flow and so does the ink
Beware though, there shall be no return, once you've made it to the brink

I shall leave you with but one simple thought
For all your years under the sun, is this truly what you have sought?
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2013
I shall keep you close to my heart
And smother you with my art

The change in my pocket isn't enough to bring about change
It's strange that accepting this doesn't make me feel strange

The twenty pack I casually smoke away
Keeps me from worrying how much I make in a day

As I read thoroughly every article in the paper about you
It makes me wonder, am I really glad that we're through?

I fear leaving the confines of my thoroughly sanitised bubble
For I know that when I enter again, so shall rubble

Poised atop the rubble out there stands a figure, bruised and weary
Her eyes glisten not with lust but with passion; her thoughts, priceless; but her looks, dreary

As always I shall try and end on a high
As per the Wright brothers, if you obsess enough, one day you WILL fly.
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
In a sea of eyes, that in them have no fire
Soul less entities that do not understand desire

Lost to them are the forces of passion
And when the fire dies, so does compassion

They walk and talk as if they're kings
Only to forget that anytime now, the death knell shall ring

In an age where the "me" wants to break away from the "we"
Alas, we shall all be buried in the same dirt when the soul does break free

Given up they have on themselves for good
Some even say that making another buck is the only way they get wood

Beyond comprehension is the utter blindness
Even the believers seem to have given up their quest for the monster within loch Ness

Now do I finally appreciate "ignorance is bliss"
Never would I've known had anything been amiss

A day shall come when the illusion shall break
For those who were once blind, by their hands, havock shall wreck

Looking on the bright side, now, it won't be too long
But for some reason, this wait I wish to prolong

Different perspectives is what it seems to be all about
Lessons in life, from mountain tops, do they all shout out

Watching and listening to everything around me
We're told to live life a certain way, while we simply wish to be

Today we look at things without forming a clear image
This lack of clarity is the cause of our rage

Time and again, we do , regret and forget
But maybe this time, we won't.
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
Across a void of space and time far away from where I am supposed to be, but a lot closer to myself
Headed away from home but towards it at the same time
All I have is a select few thoughts packed into boxes
Boxes that I treat as if they're a part of me
From boxes on wheels to boxes that fly,
To boxes that clearly say, "I live as if I'm never going to die."
We go looking for more boxes, boxes that we places parts of ourselvs in
And sometime we decide it's time
To give away a box or two
After all that we've been through
Castles built of boxes tumble time and again
And yet we build, for boxes will always be available at a bargain
They say "No need to carry your own boxes, let us do it for you!"
And while you're waiting on your boxes; Here, it's on us, have a brew
Boxes of color, boxes of shapes
Boxes that distinguish us based on our drapes
Drowning in a sea of boxes, can we barely see land
But thankfully whenever you want to move your boxes, there's always someone to lend a hand
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