Distant stars, somewhere so far
Sparkling alike fireflies
Still unsure if they are still alive

Some say they are old photographs
The stars are no more stars
Maybe once they were heavenly bodies on fire
Brightened the horizon and tailored life somewhere
Yet now they are no more.

The light travels quite slowly
And the distance is even more.
It’s not you who are gazing
The stars have gazed long before.
Your present is their past.
Long gone, they have.

Two half minds
One that shines,
Contagiously calm and placid all the time
Surreptitiously serene,
Always natural, fluttering and sprightly dancing,
To the tunes of melodious concurrences
Doesn’t understand anger or any defeatist feelings.

The other half, not so easy going.
Can act rashly all the time.
Selfish to the core,
Spew hatred and venom, owned all the ill’s reservoir.
The devils are here,
Negativity is vast and petty thoughts everywhere.

Does the wicked know why it act this way?
There’s no truth in him, for he is cruel and a dejected ennui
No one can apprehend his anguishes,
For all the books are written by God’s allies.
Cast away, putrefied in the underworld,
The devil learned the hard way.

The two half minds, are not dual anymore.
They have become whole again.
Not completely angelic nor always have demonic vibes.
For whole is everything,
The darkest desires, the inner sufferings
The Utopian splendors and the heavens colliding
To form what complete us.

Those moments that are long gone,
Some of it happier, some full of mourn
Deep in my heart, I know you won’t come
Yet all of me yearn for your return.

It wouldn’t have mattered, if the rest of the world was gone.
Yet the ones in heaven choose you over each and everyone
Are those Gods lonelier than us humans?

I wonder if you’ve finally found what you looked for all along
Hopefully a new beginning, without any reminiscences of days’ bygone
Cruel it would be, if you could still remember us all.

Time flees never to return.
Present’s an embargo, future’s uncertain
How did the past leave so soon, so fast?
Now all I’ve is memories, not sure till when they gonna last.

Gone must be the saddest word in any tongue.
Or is it grief that’s predominant?
Isn’t it so peculiar that one can’t die of grief, though it feels as if you can.
They say time dims the pain of it.
I would never let anyone take away this grief though
Won’t do so even if I knew how.
How can I be consoled?
The love doesn’t go away.
Your absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

The sole house in the midst of clouds
Floating eternally through the obscure routes
Wandering across the endless skies
To be where the falling stars mimic the fireflies

Far it was, the vault of heavens
Beyond man’s reach
Yet the house never stopped soaring towards it.
Armed with a burning patience,
it moved forward to the splendid cities of Utopian crest

While wandering for years across the sky  
Half of the house worn away.
The other half soon halted
and endured forever being quiet and vacant.

All she ever asked,
did I have my dinner on time or not?
And I would say
Yes, mother, I am done with it.
Deep down she would know I am lying.
And I too knew, she knows I’m lying.

Some days, she would ask, what have I eaten?
On others she would tell stories of her adolescence.
On hearing what I’ve eaten?
And I would tell her my favorite cuisines.
Not the same one twice on a row,
Not the ones that’s difficult to prepare on an induction stove.
Frequent lying has made me a master in this art.
However, nothing can be hidden from a mother’s heart.

She would finally give up and let me feel as if I’ve outsmarted her.
So she would quietly sigh
and tell what she found in the temple stairs
Or maybe her dream of having long conversations
With Gods and goddesses who detest my very existence
But won’t use their powers out of fear

What It is I always wanted to hear from her?
Were the unadulterated stories of youth.
The stories of her innocence,
The stories of her rebelliousness
The stories of her sacrifices
Which she would share quite often,
Things she would say, would feel more real
It’s been years, but details are so flawless, how come?

Things are supposed to be forgotten over time
But she remembers it all
as if singularity of a black hole
I am quite certain, it’s only me who knows it all
For she won’t share with anyone the hardships in her tale
I would listen her and ask
Is she missing all that?
She won’t say a thing would remain quite for a moment
I would know somewhere a drop of tear dropped
Covering the reminiscences of her past

And then I would talk of the new cuisine, I’ve developed
Hoping she won’t ask for a photo op
Of me and my unseen food, which I needed to gulp
A master, did i say?

Memories remain with us forever
We should live as they are
Never try to put them in words
They warm you up from inside, they as well, tear you apart.

Ask your questions now
But don’t expect any answers
For you know what I know
And I don’t, what you know not

Confused about which path to take
Don’t be anymore
All of it ends with the same purpose

Don’t stop, don’t look back
It doesn’t matter which road we embark
What matters is that we embark

Are you scared of what lies ahead?
Is it the uncertainties, that frightens you?
Well, not all poems rhyme,
Not all stories follow the typical plot lines
Life is what you make of it
Without knowing what’s going to happen next.

Countless arcs
Innumerable insights
Still the story’s incomplete
What’s missing, what’s not right?

The characters seem fine
For they’re not mere caricatures
But real people living far off somewhere

I’ve lived their life
Know what they want
Are they somehow my reflections?
Versions of my unlived life

Every story is us
As it reflects our past
Blending it with happenings that never happened alas
The beginning, everyone knows
How it supposed to end
Would forever remain ambiguous

After many season of wrongs, comes the righteousness storm
Beginning the end of all in any malicious form
The squall of virtue conquers the lingering souls
Destroying all things devious with its gusty hyperbole

Lest some tyrant hold you by the scruff
Turning your lusterless cheek into toxic crimson
You don’t die of it, for death brings salvation
Stuck in a dreadful loop of living and the dead
Is the best you can get,

They will tell you are human, but ask for your humanity in return
Don’t think about that, just get rid of the **** blood stains,
Leave no clues behind
**** them softly,
Look into their eyes, when they die
And leave before the light spills in those dark alleys.

Young and old
loved her,
For she was full of confidence and bold;
Sometimes shy, always reliant and polite
Giving more to life than what catches the eye
Who taught her to be like this?
Must be someone very wise.

Once upon a time
in a village hidden from foresight
She lived a not so fairytale life
No swords, no castle
No royal lineage or monstrous battles
No princes, no knights
Just she and her ordinary life

Good that it was not an enchanted tale
As she got to write her own fable
A simple tale of daily struggles
Of dreams, of triumph over hard times
Of radiance that cannot be hidden

She loved her father a lot
Just the way the moon rises and gives light,
She would fill his world with a certain kind of glowing vibe
If he’s there, she would sparkle with joy
As if some star from the night sky

When he is not around,
Which was often,
She would patiently wait for his return

Even when he’s away
Her love for him never goes away
All she ever wanted
is that sweet little grin in his face
when he would call her name,

For she was named after the spring
How could one not grin?
Then it was not just the name
Even in humid summer, she was spring all over again
Like the sun shining over the rain
and droplets of rain tumbling across the sunshine

When you smile
And pretend, as if everything’s well and fine
How could I not realize, all of it were so untrue?

The longing, the grief of being incomplete
The unhappiness of being left out
None of it mirrored in your shine
Keeping worries in the closet of your solitude
And hiding its keys,
you would conceal the misery
I didn’t see any of it then,
but now I’m no more indifferent.

How did I come so far?
Not quite sure of it
When I close my eyes and see you, mother.
I see light, a certain radiance
And you are bright core of it

The ways appear, the paths get clear
And I get this bit of wisdom clear
You are soul and you are love
The memories of your sacrifices
the unknown fear of not seeing you anymore
All of it helps me remember your tears

Of times when you were here
Even time cannot erase
Of your voices that used echo around
Even heart cannot quieten

These days, often I ask you
To know where have you been gone?
It follows a silence, a certain kind of pure sadness
Now I know, the distance to be with you
Is endless, infinite.

I don’t belong in your soul anymore.
You are gone, eaten by the ghastly flames of paradise
Smoked out into the skies of heaven.

Eyes wide shut
Can’t even feel the dark’s whereabouts

For she doesn’t need eyes
To see what others see
By looking within, she can discern
the shining interstellar, the moonless night’s murky conceal

Why she never got afraid?
Why fear couldn’t shut her down?
Liberated from the horror of it
She was full of fire, constantly ablaze
Burning all that touched her

Why she never felt the pain?
When the rains came and took her light
Why she didn’t safeguard her flaming veins?

Or was it just a suppressed notion
The suffering was real, but the anguish imperceptibly calm.
it’s her soul that was weeping the entire turn
And she knew, there’s no end to its ascend

Nevertheless, pain for her was part of life
Her fellow companion
She couldn’t shrug off
Powerless to upend the whirling torture
She lived to live to the point of tears.

She was young and bright
Full of positive vibes
Half of her was filled with bursting words
Half of her was tenderly shy
A long time ago, she lived in a village,
On the edge of a field, next to the wrecked hills
where everything was possible
A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond; a tree, a castle
Only if you would believe in magic
The skeptics would be convinced
The doubter would get won over

Someone asked, why she isn’t in school yet?
And there begin the journey to fly away
In spite of the self-doubts and the obscure routes
She would turn the tides,
By calming the ocean strides.
Who you are is not where you’ve been
All of it depends on how strong is your belief?

Now she’s walking to school
Its far but she got dreams to fulfill
Maybe the dreams are fuzzy at best
Maybe her world is still a confusing state,
Yet she won’t miss a day
After all it’s the school that would take her places.

Dreams do come true,
Not by giving up, not by killing your ambition and hopes
But by becoming one’s own virtue.

They say, you would suffer and writhe in pain
Will get bruised, battered, but don’t ask for it to end
And someday these scars might become your veins

For how much have I sinned,
That the heavens beheld me with such open disdain
Filling my eternity with ghastly screams
of regretting over not being someone else
even discontenting over my very own existence.

Do they not see it’s not happiness I am after?
Just a little less pain, a little less wretchedness and despair
Or was I expecting too much of impossible things?

Not denying how much of a sinner that I am,
Many a times, just a craven abdicating moral onuses of a man
Have I changed for the better?
There’s still so much decadence within,
There's still so many ambiguous dreams
If only one could live this life slowly.

You are no more alive,
just a dead man walking by the wayside.
Keep walking, don’t you look for a destination
There’s nothing ahead and you can’t even return
to that life, you called your own

Do you miss your life?
Well, we were never really born,
All of it was unreal, part dream part delusion
What you believed to be yours was whimsical and long gone,
You’ve been forgotten.

Walk along the dark horizons
Don’t ever get frightened
The endless nights would be your guide
You are a dead man;
and you must walk alone.

If somebody asks about you,
Tell them of your life before,
as if you are living it right now.
They would believe you,
But don’t reveal the truth on your own.

Every now and then
Some to misery are born
Some are born to unending gloom
Be thankful that you are free from this cycle of return
You must walk alone.

You are a dead man
Free from the clutches of life,
But don’t get haunted by those wrongs that you’ve done?
What’s done cannot be undone.

Maybe the Phoenix won’t rise for you,
And all you’ve got is handful of dust and splinters of bones.
But you will never perish unless you sojourn.

One day…
The world gonna end,
But that’s not today
So let’s have some fun

let me welcome you to the celebration
of the upcoming annihilation

Na na na na , don’t get startled or stunned
Even if it’s the end of the world
There’s still time left
Let’s wander around, under the gloomy sun

It’s not gonna happen
So sudden
So wait for it
Don’t get afraid
Life would be as cool as it used to be

You’ve gotta wait for it
Tomorrow, there may be a different beat
And you might not know how to dance on it

Shake a leg now and relax
Look at the shooting stars
But don’t you make any wishes to survive the blast

It ain’t gonna happen so soon
So don’t stop the spin
Move to the whirls of the tune
Never refrain
Trip a little and then twirl
Frisk your body to the whole
Enjoy the moment,
’cause the world gonna end
Sooner than you could ever imagine.

All those moments I cherished so far
All those reminiscences that I preserved
Still mesmerize me in ways I can’t even explain
Still makes me feel as if I’ve re-birthed again

Can some memories be held unto?
They are not mine to begin with.
Yet it feels as if all of it is mine
Everything is momentary though,
Each moment is just a paradox of now or never

Beginning to think is beginning to be "undermined"
To take the final flight, away from light
Into the dark environs of one’s state of mind

Just a careful analysis of letdowns or mere trickeries of deceiving soul
What sets off the crisis is almost always unverifiable?

An act like this is decreed upon within the silence of the heart.
As if a great work of art.

Sidelining hopes for a better tomorrow,
the man prefers a fatal evasion

Powerless to realize the transcendent,
Incapable of exhuming the depth of experience

The man deify what crushes him,
depriving him forever from the divine existence
Sacrificing his intellect, the believer immerses within darkness
In his failure, the believer finds triumph

Hiding the real you beneath a surface so deep
No one can ever find your true self anymore
You are no more what you used to be
Instead, you are what you are hiding

Stay there
Be as quiet as you like
But don’t forget all the lies you’ve told the world
If it would have been truths, you won’t have to remember anything.

Yet, you preferred the lies
Don’t you get entangled in your web full of deceits
Things would finally come out
Revealing the real you from what you are portraying.

How wonderful it would be to write a letter to you!
To feel like conveying my thoughts;
to put those thoughts into words.
Isn’t it splendid?
Indeed.

What I believe, what I think and what I see,
Are they real or just a portrayal of my fantasy
How to prove their very existence?
People say, you see what you want to see.
Was all of it then, just a trickery
Will it vary if I change the way, the way I perceive things

Does nothing in this world got any meaning at all?
Is all this a façade?
The more I try to see, why the less I comprehend?

This consistency amazes me as well
There’s so much uniformity, there are so much sameness in our lives
Why all these things are the way they are?

So many people, limitless interpretations
Yet, what prevails is just a function of power and deception

Where we are heading, if nothing being true at all
Why we are robbing ourselves from having a point of view
Why someone else’s opinion takes precedence over our own?

So many questions, so little time.

Feeling so weak
I’m dying as if
There’s no willingness
to survive

Gotta try harder,
need to endure
the aches which I’m going through now

Great thing would come
only when old wounds would heal.

Be patient.

Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.

Between Light and dark,
Are any of them wholly good or bad?

There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we've

In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection

likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.

The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence

It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be

No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair

Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.

Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.

Beyond the beautiful forever
Untouched by the slithering mores
She rises,

Leaving behind the temporal obstructs
She rallies past the towering walls
Unhinged like raw power
Full of resilience, she would move forward

Rehashing the past won’t change a thing
From the ashes of her past begin a new awakening
Fear cannot shut her down anymore
She embraced courage, dispelling the herd

Rising above the cloudy vow
Up above the land of chaos
Only way she could live; if she would grow
Now it’s the dark’s turn to be afraid

Million miles of distance
doesn’t lessen the star’s shimmering radiance

flawlessly resembling her alluring pre-eminence
A glimpse would strike my heart with a soothing trance
I would move, but go nowhere

My standstill eyes would seek one more fleeting glance
The presence of an ocean of silence echoing the distance

Aggravating to witness the mirage with qualm
Indefinable is this wayward sight of another person’s soul
How much shall I eulogize, how much shall I extol
A stranger I am, concealed from her, straightway invisible

Who are you and what are you up to?
Not sure of your identity somehow
Still looking for the real you within yourself
You are what you actually are and you would become what you’re supposed to be.

Looking for answers won’t define you
cause the answers lie deep within you
Are you even sure of the questions you are asking?
Why are you so afraid to be who you are?

It’s okay to be a no one. People discriminate, life doesn’t
You cannot let go of the memories, even if it tears you apart.
Even if it brings back all the suffering in the whole world.
Let it beat like a second heart, let it warm you up from the inside,
But you never turn your back.

Times would go by; memories will last;
Days would decease, nights would come to a halt
The present might be an embargo, but it would leave behind the past.
A time would come, when that heart of yours would eliminate the bad
Wait, have patience till the memories last,
Let it evoke a part of you that’s no more yours,
But don’t stop loving the present,

There would be times, when you would like to roll back the clock,
to be with those memories reminisce,
don’t overlook them, but don’t live there as well
they are not as perfect as they look from here
they might be your keys to happiness, but then again are those who are with you right now.

memories can be deceiving too,
they might not be what they actually are.
Sometimes they are just a fictional construct of your heart
An ideal restoration of a darker past.

Audaciously adequate is the sweet little grin of her,
Hiding the abundant anguishes and sorrows that no one can cure;

Once in a while, a knight in shining armor comes around,
Effortlessly liberating her from the fortress of the beast resembling a hound;

Nevertheless, the temporal loop continues whatsoever,
As if she is destined to be with the hound forever and ever.

A travelogue of my voyages
A narrative of my adventures, my wanderlust
All of it begin from you and end at you

These chronicles of my escapade
Are not merely a fictional account
All of it echoes my search for you

Through the seven seas and countless nations
I try to unearth the happiness to be with you

Couldn’t find any trace of you,
Punished for seeking you

To find you, I’ve walked around the whole world,
Still walking, still confused, wandering across for you

Cease this moment for a while
Let me allow this heart to reconcile
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my ******, my oblivion
How to not recall those memories of yours, which can still silence my inner demons
While your world is moving on, flowing beyond the rivers and oceans
My life’s still stuck in your love, yearning for your return

Everything you say, feel so right, feels like heaven,
What I was, what I have become,

Quite a strange feeling, so much unknown;
Life's no more what it was before,

Though there's no future, I can't turn back, there's no detour,
Neither there any wish, nor place for any hope,
Up in flames, all I care for.

There goes our story, far from where eyes can behold
There goes our story, which is no more a story; instead call it memories,

Hope there won’t be an end to this very moment,
Hope you would be right next to me all my life

Hope there won’t be a time, I would be far from you,
Hope you would never leave, as I would rather die than live in a world without you;

Your smile so surreal, so satisfying,
Would always hug me when I am hurt and crying

Your embrace would wipe away my tears
In those moments so broken, your love would calm my fears

Whenever the pain would get unbearable, agonizing and awful,
Your affections would save my soul,
Oh mother, you made me believe in miracles

In the faraway mountains, I heard your voice,
Near the holy river, I felt your soothing touch;

They say you are fiction from my imagination,
But how could it be, if I can imagine you, dream about you,
How could it be, when your thoughts make my heart go numb;

there's something deeper to life than what our eyes see,
there's more to the freedom of soul than what we consider to be free,

they say, the world's so strange,
won't it be, if we failed to comprehend!!

That was the day she broke down the fence
to fly towards her secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

To move further with sheer confidence;
was certain to leave her nightmares behind,
she was untiring and keen.

Finally the time has come to reclaim her life.

Long before the Prejudices
Long before the bigotry and discrimination
Long before the Human world’s dreadful transformation;
Long before the wars, hostilities and confrontation
The world was full of Kindness, care and compassion
There’s goodness all around;

Those days, we would look into the stars of heaven
And wonder if we would ever find our own;

Happiness doesn’t lie in the stuffs we gather around
To find it, keep your eyes open;

Joy, bliss, pleasure, delight or satisfaction,
If you look often, will find in abundant.

Those were the days, when someone unknown would become a part of your life;
You would be in love and often wonder why the world is so bright!

After a while, they would drift away leaving you behind;
You would be alone with no will to survive.

No matter how much one try, tears just don’t dry;
Still can't say that final goodbye.

They say cry, forgive, learn and move on, put the past behind you and so on,
Some people are not meant to be together, but hopes are still on;
There would be a day when we would be together under the full moon.

Strange whimsical winds,
Drifting across the city bylanes; as if some poet's nomadic dreams.

Whether it's gloomy nights or bright mornings,
Winds won't stop; as it can't differentiate these things.

Storming through the strange alleys,
There's none so place which stays windless.

Whether roaring blizzard or soothing breeze,
It pierce people's soul with discriminating ease.

In half agony and half hope,
I looked back and forth,
Could not get a glimpse of you in this unseen natural wrath.

Uncertain of my fate; I must depart,
To find you in my lonely heart.

It’s been a year and half since you are gone
Still remembers your promise of coming back before the dawn

May be it was just my hallucination,
Yet I believed in it, but you never returned.

Never got saddened as I assumed, sooner or later you gonna come back home
Though that did not happen, my hopes are still on

Without you, my whole world came to a standstill
Yet, you considered all of it, as absurd and unreal

Without you, the light of my life is gone,
I can’t even feel the heavy rain or the blazing sun

The shimmering light which was about to get bright,
Turned dimmer, leaving far from each one’s sight

But still the eyes are wide open,
And heart goes numb, whenever there’s a knock on the door
So please come back soon

All of a sudden, people started babbling about a revolution,
Eventually, they were feeling proud in calling India home

A country free of poverty, of no more corruption scandals
Change finally arrived as people are geared up for the final battle

No more inequality, end of youth’s blameless apathy

Thou shalt not allow these crooked politicians to spread their wings
It was at par with the successful renaissance of Arab spring

But I lied to you all, as it was just a dream
Which got ruined as I woke up with a delusionary scream?

A year has passed; age old views were thrown to the dust,
They dreamt of changing the world, but somehow got lost.

The shimmering light, which was about to get bright,
Why turning dimmer, leaving far from each one’s sight.

Beyond the beautiful forever
Away from the soulful river
I could see a world unseen by others
A world from where no living being ever returned
Yet I went there to know the unknown

They Say,
Money is a matter of functions four,
A medium, a measure
A standard, a store.

I say,
It's a matter of hope, greed and despair,
It can make people fall in love and still be the reason for endless wars.

Money creates scars,
No matter how many pages you turn, it never gonna end, like the pages of a billionaire's memoir.

With money, you can get into a bar,
Can buy a car, may be a Landrover or Jaguar,
But who gonna heal that heart,
Whose tears can feel a reservoir.

With money, you can still have an affair,
With a starlet, if lucky may be a superstar,
But that innocent would never ever gonna come back to repair, your soul's scars.

It’s never ever gonna happen,
The way you want.

The world works in mysterious ways,
Which we never really understand.

So lets begin the story, don’t let the wait broadened.
The moments spent together, would remain till the end.

I dreamed a dream,
A beautiful dream

That was a dream of love, of passions coming straight from the core (of my heart)
Of emotions, that would never go sour

That was a dream of care, of devotion and prayer
Of feelings which will make the eyes full of tear.

A dream of courage, of getting rid of the saggy evil wreckage (of my mind)
Without becoming my inner demons hostage
A dream of gratitude, coming out of the shell of solitude

A dream where begins the end of solitary confinement,
The journey of all new excitement

A dream of endless emotions
The eternity of its mystification

A dream where you speak your heart out
Even when you are in crowd, you just standout

Once the eyes opened,
The whole thing shattered with a scream
And that was the end of my beautiful dream

His soul defied gravity,
It drew him towards the sky.
Even without feathers,
He started to fly.

He was honest, loving and truthful,
Believed Life as the principal marvel
To him Trust, Hope and Faith are the biggest virtues,
Which emitted from people’s soul?

After reaching the top of the sky,
He realized he is a mere human who could not even fly

But that did not disheartened him at all,
As he accepted his own fall.
Will definitely get over his injuries,
To start the voyage again to find his soul.

Millions of them telling me everyday
She is an illusion and just don't exist,

In spite of the fuzzy winter’s heyday
How can I still see you standing beyond the mist?

Gazing at your smiling face which insists
You are neither my hallucination nor memories reminisce

As the mist got darker,
Your gleaming eyes went beyond my borders
Regardless of my beliefs, I lost you forever

But Still believes the mist will dissolve and
..... ..... ..... .....

He was a droid sans of any emotions
Who was sent to earth to spread joy & brotherhood notions

He lacked feelings and heart
Still cared for his pet dog and cat

When somebody asked who was he, why he is here
He would say, ‘I am someone, sent here to take away people’s tears

Life, love and other things
Which are the prerequisites for any human being
The absence of which never put an end to the droid’s process of learning.

He studied, he trained,
He taught himself the tenets of being a human

The faraway blue sky in its entirety,
holds the Earth in its totality.

The vast oceans are just a drop
in this universe,
inspires the man to sail through
its shores

The lonely moon waits for the sun
to set everyday,
Its love for the sea even in the day
does not goes away.

The laws of the land never
let the oceans rule the Earth,
The selfish inhabitants are exploiting
the mother Earth birth after birth.