Expired Nuances .

In these times of black and white  ,

With us  or against us ,

I am  an Angel or a Crook ,

Depends on from where you look .

Nuances are overlooked,

Subtlety is frowned upon ,

Flying high on their sanctimonious high horses

Preserving their vanity  in deafening theatricals

Looking down on us ,who are still struggling ,

To define our views in their terms

Sneering at us , who are still having

The only minds they failed to turn . 

7 Billion Stars

One in 7 billion stars is still a star ,

It still shines and twinkles in the night sky

Sometimes gliding  across the milky  way ,

Sparkling the wonder in the eyes of  the little boy ,

Who chanced to be looking that way.

One in 7 billion men and women is still a human ,

With a life that can rise , shine and twinkle ,

Who Someday might find a  new path a   new thought ,

Inspiring the minds of young men and women

Who will choose to  follow him aboard his  boat.

Then why we  kill these millions of  stars ,

Before they can rise and shine in time  ,

Left for dead they are just a number ,

Sometimes collateral damage

sometimes unfortunate event .

Few thousand devils in 8 billion humans   ,

The rich and famous with power and  greed

Drinking their wines , bragging and laughing

While the little stars die

And their mothers weep .

8 billion Minds and still no answer ,

Why there is misery why there is  war ,

Civilizations never learned to be civil ,

They love to  fight and kill ,

They love the blood and  gore. 

Transactions

People ask me If I am happy ,

Knowing too  well  that I am not  .

Why  then this  pointless provocations

Why is this meandering assault .

True  Happiness is the promised prophet  ,

The idea well  past its sell off date ,

People still count on it to  keep breathing ,

Knowing too well their own fate .

I rather believe in its next of kin ,

Peace of mind  is  all I need ,

If I can wake up without heavy shoulders ,

And can sleep fairly at ease. 

Freaking Thoughts

Thoughts these thoughts ugly freaking  thoughts

They cling on me and put me in chains ,

They suck on my blood and feast on my brain ,

They force me to bed but never let me sleep ,

They are poison, parasites and fucking weeds.

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts ,

I so wish them killed but they never die ,

Sometimes they hide sometimes they slide ,

They bide their time waiting to  strike ,

In the Bloodbath of memories they always triumph.

Thoughts these thoughts ugly freaking  thoughts

Why it is like this  and what will it be  .

Why couldn’t it be the way I  want it to be  .

Why is this silence  or why these fucking  words  ,

Why is   their chosen   weapon,  Why  is the mighty sword .

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts ,

They don’t let me live and wont let me die .

They shout they scream , sometimes even cry .

They  know they have me chained in their arms , 

The day I fell for their  dark sinister charm

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts. 

From Past with Love..

Another day gone ,

Another night  will go 

Something is going wrong

Something is going to blow 

Another breath is taken

Another breath is gone ,

You look for your moments

From the moment you were born .

Another thing to do ,

another year to go ,

hanging on to a  dream ,

which melted long ago .

Another wish for death ,

Another bout of despair ,

Slimy cold shadows  around ,

laugh as you tremble in fear

Another hand might not come ,

Another ear may not hear ,

Your cries for help It seems

Your own heart couldn’t bear.

Another day might not exist   ,

Another life  a fallacy ,

Let go the burden you carry ,

Feel your  now and let it be. 

Broken shadows searching Light

The world is drowning . Again

The blood is flowing . Again

The Orphans are crying . Again

Humanity is dying . Again

Loudmouths are frowning . Again

Deep down smiling . Again

Dividing the masses . Again

Filling up their glasses  . Again

Gods are being schooled . Again

Scriptures are turning fuel . Again

We are being fooled . Again

Used as a tool . Again

We need to rise . Again ,

Be little wise . Again

join our hands . Again 

Make music of our rants. Again .

The doors have to open . Again  ,

Or they will be broken . Again

The time has come . Again

its now or never Again . 

Feathers from the Wreck

My Little eyes kept blinking , seemed  like a storm outside .

Slamming doors and windows , It  kept rapping all night .

Closing my eyes I  wanted to feel the storm I couldn’t see ,

The wreck inside me , needed this night  to be set  free .

So here I go floating in my mind for endless unforgiving hours ,

Juggling my fear of memories with my fear of forgetting all that was.

I remember the day I  set out on a  blue river  on  this starry night

My  young eyes twinkled more than the stars ,  my heart so sure of the path.

Now the stars still twinkle but seem more distant than before ,

And My eyes never regained the light or it was my choice to let it go 

The river keeps   flowing  although muddy , now with a changed course ,

My dinghy is buried in white dreary sand and  my heart is cold and lost .

Tic toc tic of the metronome don’t let me take a breath,

Rhythm is what  you must keep when your tune sucks at best.

Bodies carved out of bodies we drag on like soulless clones,

A spark though rare when it appears is happy to burn us down .

I opened my eyes and  its all silent , seems the storm has past .

Moon is peeping  in washed up air , designing the shadows it can cast.

In the  fresh breeze and under those clear skies , I took a deep long breath ,

Its time for another voyage my friends , with a storm in my heart to keep .

Ode To Love

Like a river she was  drifting in full moon night

In the midst of the snow of the Persian winters .

Lost in  her thoughts while caressing her scars

In the world she built of dreams and desires  .

Glued to her own tales  of  Love and Longing,

Of broken families and un kept  promises

Little by little disrobing her feelings

She bared herself in the warmth of a stranger.

He held her tight in the arms of his thoughts

As he had never seen a soul so pure

Hooked to her beauty shining with her inner light

In her tender embrace , he found his happiness . 

Infinite Freedom

Waking up dazed , still drunk on my dream 
I could not make out what’s real and what’s not . 
Hangover of some repressed feelings I thought , 
It took a while to make a sense of it all . 

I woke up to the world buzzing with voices, 
deafening in their laughter , screeching in their despair, 
Loud are the thoughts , Louder are the speeches , 
As if the world has gone deaf together . 

Taking a cue I tried to shout with all my might , 
Hoping to find ears  still looking for a fresh beat , 
But alas my voice was drowned and no one noticed ,
Or maybe someone did ,who was too weak to call .

I talk to myself sometimes , most of the time  .
Finding solace in the silence between my words .  
Speak up they say else no one will bother 
Corrupted by the lies around even my  truth sounds fake . 

Friend just come over once  and listen to the silence
Listen to the peace it brings to my soul , 
My spirit flutters to the voice of my heartbeat , 
And my thoughts swim across in infinite freedom .

Trumped on the Hill : My take on US Presidential Candidates

I woke  up with the  news of Hillary Clinton being nominated  by  the democratic  party as a Presidential Nominee . Not that it was any surprise , it was a foregone conclusion  . However it amuses me when I see the  two  Presidential Candidates of United States , supposedly the leader of  the Modern Western Civilization . One is a buffoon , who stick to scripted tagline , Make America Great Again, with no proper policy or planning . He projects himself as a strongman but even after all his rhetoric  about building walls , throwing out illegal migrants and banning Muslims, he comes across more as a comedian than a strongman. But that’s it . I don’t think he wicked , or the force of evil the media  projects him to be. He is just beating the drums of populism which his voters wants to hear and in case he becomes the president he will toe the normal diplomatic  line which most privileged class people do  when in power . One thing which always amuses me about the media reaction to his rhetoric about sending back Illegal Migrants . Isn’t it a normal law of land of any country to deport anyone “Illegal” . Migrants should come for  sure , and I am a migrant worker myself , but if they qualify and are coming to fulfill the  skill deficit in any country. But when you are coming illegally  , breaking the rule of  the land , you come with the risk of  being deported and there should not be any debate on that . Same for the refugees in Europe . But that I will talk about in more details in another article about War , Refugees , terrorism religion  and also Main stream media .

But hear me , the other candidate . Ms. Hillary Clinton who the media is projecting as the champion flagbearer of  everything liberal and progressive  , is a conniving , wicked War Hawk who is  much more dangerous to  the world than an idiot like Trump . Because when she says and  do something , it has to  be taken seriously . She has  made a mess in Gulf  as a secretary of State and world  has become much more dangerous in last four years for common citizens than it has ever been since World Wars . Throwing  out Regimes or  trying to throw out regimes without any care in the world about the aftermath , the chaos , the violence , the humanitarian crisis has been her Hallmark . Calling out for democracy , while  supporting Dictatorial , oppressive  Regimes elsewhere has been the standard US foreign policy of which she is the key player . She and the current US  President is more than responsible  for the chain of events that has led to the current situation . If one doesn’t realize , Arming terrorist groups and Bringing Syria to  civil  War and chaos in Iraq ultimately lead to the rise of ISIS ,  the brutal killing of thousands of civilians , The Humanitarian Crisis, the Refugee influx in Europe , the rise of Right wing Parties across Europe resisting the influx , Brexit , Killings and growing terrorism in Europe , Rise of Trump and militant Right wing and Racism in US as well  as Europe , Libyan War , Yemen War , Oil Crisis due to empowering Saudi Lead GCC to  control the output to weaken Iran and Russian , Financial Crisis by letting banks and major Corporate Giants rule  the  roost and when exposed  , letting them off the hook by paying petty penalties .  How can she act against them when she has taken millions of dollars of donations from these same corporates both  for campaign and for Clinton foundation. And yes , if you are still feeling proud of she being a woman , ask India . Just being a woman dint make  Sonia Gandhi , a great political or Indira Gandhi a great Prime Minister. Their rule as a head of the oldest political party in India , and as Prime minister respectively were marred by Corruption  , Dynasty Politics , and total disregard for  the rule  of the land . . And this brings me to  the last and now “lost” opportunity America had to change things.

Bernie  Sanders ran a campaign on core progressive values of Transparency , Electoral reforms , reducing the influence of Corporate  in policy making , gender Equality , Environmental issues ( calling for a stop to fracking )  , reducing military Industrial complex , against large scale free trade agreements like  TPP , reviewing pro  war  American Foreign Policy , and essentially working for the poor and middle class ,against crony Capitalism and for  the 99 percent and not the one percent . He championed electoral reforms in Democratic party and collected millions for his  campaign from common US citizens with 25 $ donations , rather than generating donations of  $25000  or more from Fund raisers like Hillary dinner dates with corporates. Yes many people call it socialism or leftist ideology , but I call it progressive . He ran a wonderful , clean campaign focusing on real issues than personal attacks and propaganda politics. Had it  not been for the blatant corruption of DNC as exposed by Wikileaks , who knows It  would  have been Bernie accepting the presidential Nomination  . And Bernie would  have been  a straight winner against Trump , as he has a squeaky  clean image and  doesn’t have any skeletons to hide in the closet unlike Hillary . So sadly my dear fellow Americans , you  lost the historic  opportunity to change the course of the American and Worlds  history  for  the better , but alas you blew it , and it’s only going to be much  worse from hereon  . And when it happen ,  I will gloat and say “ I told you so “ .

P.S : I am an  Indian ,working in Middle east but has traveled a lot  .  I have always been interested in World Politics , both contemporary  and Historical . I am single  , so have a lot of free time :) 

Space , Time and You .

Some years that I know you fine ,
Some years that are spent along ,
Looking in the shadows of time ,
It seems another year is just tomorrow .

There is a large space in my life for you ,
Larger than anything I ever knew
There is a little space of me in your life
Shrinking forever yet surviving in one lonely corner.

These spaces doesn't

interact nor they ever will
One is growing out , one is shrinking within
Mine is independent of anything you do ,
Its free from your remembrance , its free from your neglect.

I carry it in my heart with a tingling pain embed
Sometimes I think to kill it but I am too scared to be dead.
Little moments of smiles comes and goes in between
Then the lips get sealed and thoughts choke themselves for words.

Road to Mid-life

In the middle aged road in the middle of the day ,
Sun baking hard , making up for the rain last night
I stand alone scratching my sweaty palms
Perturbed by the fact that this itch never goes away.

Three decades and some cycles of seasons ,past me in breeze ,
But If I am asked to recall the moments, it’s forgettable bunch indeed .
There are little things to treasure , but lot more to reflect
What could have been and what it’s not , but it’s the why that reign supreme.

Born with ticks on all boxes , a name to carry and more
region , caste , religion , country it took decades to drain them all .
life spent stripping myself , I am now tired and exposed ,
drifted in some unknown realm , Guess my life has run its course.

Naked are my thoughts and naked are all the meanings
Though neither liberated nor ashamed ,
It’s the bare walk on a rocky broken road ,
With few grassy wet patches in between .

Found little but lost much more I feared I’ll lose it all
But then as I plunged I found a hand to let me stay afloat.
It never stayed long But it  did help me  find my feet ,
That  little itch in my sweaty palms , is it that hand I long to reach ?

I started moving on that road or that road is moving with me ,
Middle aged with roughed up edges I think we get along .
Drifting away on that little bend you might lose my sight ,
I’ll drag along whatever comes , still some battles left to fight.

Rationality must triumph Nationalism and Religion

Well are we civilized enough . I mean Humans have been fighting and killing each other from the dawn of the civilization and its been continuing with no end in sight . We have grown in our understanding of nature , of the laws that govern it . We now know how the evolution worked over million of years to achieve what we call the human kind today , but sadly we are still fighting and killing each other for numerous reasons .

Two ideologies which defines the conflict in the modern world is nationalism and religion .  Every country in this world believes its the best. That's the basic premise of keeping it together . All nations , barring a few is made of people who share some kind of cultural , racial , linguistic or religious traits. We are taught in our schools how our nation is the greatest and the most noblest of all . How from the very early age we are indoctrinated to believe what we are told . How we define enemies from the very young age . How we learn  to back our governments in whatever they choose to do , to die for your country ..or rather giving us the right to kill another human being legally on the pretext of saving our nation . The good and evil defined like that has worked and surprisingly still works even in the age of internet , where the world has shrunk like anything and the common citizens of all countries are interacting with each other like never before .

Then there are these great religions . The shining light of humankind  :), which sadly could never agree with one another . We are fighting for those texts written in different world for different people and amazingly still means different things to different people. We are taking and losing precious lives who could have done so much for the mankind . We are ruining lives of millions of children who will grow up to believe the same ideologies that took their childhood away for the lack of proper education and healthy environment.

Here's my question . Does morality comes from religion or fundamental guidelines of nation states. Do we need to believe in any ideologies to be a good human being , to love fellow human beings and to do good for the world as a whole by not confining our goodness to a certain group . Why one man in US killed is news and 100 killed in Africa isn't worth a look . Why we cling to our identity so tight that nothing else matter. The cries of the children , the shrieks of the mothers and the sadness in the eyes of every grieving soul does not need a religion to be felt . We feel it because we are humans . And we don't feel it because our humanity has taken a back seat to our false ideologies .

Why we fight. I assume the answer lies in the word Fight itself .

F : Fear
I :  Ignorance
G : Greed
H : Hatred
T : Threat

These doesn't need an explanation . All these  working together culminate into wars , killings , beheading , Genocides , Massacres . I of ignorance should be replaced with I of intelligence and  R of rationality  , then we can very well see how we can replace  F.I.G.H.T with what is R.I.G.H.T

As (R)ationality and
     (I)ntelligence will
     (G)row
     (H)umanity will
     (T)riumph

We need to be rational , We need to ask why . We need to understand the grey matter , that the world has no clear demarcations of good and evil , right and wrong . That it is for us to ask ourselves , whenever we choose to follow  something,  We need to ask ourselves so loudly that our soul can hear what we are saying . Our soul will then give us clear and concise answers , and guide us . That is the path we should tread.

May Humanity and Rationality Prevail .

What it means to be an expat ..

I have been living abroad for more than 5 years now . This includes multiple geographies . Living in Bahrain for almost three years . Sometimes I wonder how much it has changed me . Or more precisely is the change for the better or for worse . There are different kinds of expats . One kind , and you will find those in abundance are the ones who live in a tightly integrated community based on their origins and nationality. They are the ones who wants to preserve there original identity and culture . They wont mingle much with others apart for business . So they are living an extension of their lives in their country . They create similar surrounding for themselves and live in a protected shell minimizing the influence of the nation they are living in .

There is another kind . The one who assimilates in the culture of the place where they are staying or adopt  the culture of a true expat . A true expat has no baggage I guess . They just become a new identity and have friends from everywhere . Mostly westernized ( if they are not already from west ) they are the affluent ones and have a penchant for being highly social and being popular .

Here the problem lies for someone like me , who is nowhere . I don't want the baggage but I cant become a true expat . I want to talk to people and make friends with people of different nationalities but its very difficult when you are not the kind described above . When you hate social gathering , parties and don't go to pubs and forums . Its not that I have failed completely . Its more like , people get confused about what the true me is . I don't associate myself with my origins much and I cant change myself completely to fit in . So you end up staying lonely most of the time . And in a country like Bahrain , being lonely can be quite depressing . And people either think you are a snob or you are too reserved . I need friends but  I don't know how to make one . I wish there is one like me out  there who is struggling in the same way .

Ok so what I want . Hmm I want just to talk and exchange ideas and experiences ( not business cards ) . I want to talk politics and religion , science  and spirituality and things like that with an open mind. I want to meet in cafes and not pubs and bars . Society here is highly consumerised or materialistic . People just love to spend and spend and spend . Fancy cars , Fancy restaurants , Fancy resorts . That's the life and those are the laughs which rings hollow many times . The shallowness irks me . But I am out of depth myself . Its not just this place , its the same back home , same everywhere else too I guess.

Many of us are struggling I guess . Sometimes struggling to keep upto someones expectations , sometimes to our own expectations . Sometimes balancing both is  the biggest struggle . People are happier when they live in shells insulated , people are happy when they are flying freely without any strings . But it becomes difficult when u have broken the shell and can see the world outside but an invisible glue keeps you from flying , you are just walking slowly with heavy steps away from the world you want to get away from but nowhere near the one you want to be in . I dont know if the entire thing I wrote makes any sense or not . May be not ..just like my life .. Nothing is making any sense . ...  as the Beatles say ... let it be .

Raghu's Lessons on Life :)

TRIED MY BIT IN ANIMATION . HOPE ITS NOT BAD

Eighty Lines

A little bucket lying across the well,

Tumbled on its weight and looking west,

The moist soil beneath and uprooted grass,

There was a man around here you can guess.

Oh yes we can see a man of about forty and three,

Curled and mudded in the sand behind the bush.

His curly grey hair’s shining in fading light,

Whether his life has also faded, is still there to see

Winds are blowing with the song of the fall.

Soon the cold winter will speak in the voice so hoarse.

Sun seem tired after a day of hide and seek,

With our long shadows we made a loud call.

We saw the head rise with the pace of a lazy snail.

It mumbled few words that no one can hear.

Ahoy stranger we speak to you, one of us yelled,

Are you hurt or drunk, how you came to vale.

The stranger spoke with a voice of a hammer on nail,

Pausing and starting then stopping when lost again.

I am a soldier folks who fought your bloody war,

Now I am banished   tell me that I failed.

We gave him some water as he tried to find his feet,

He swerved around for a moment but then fell again in heap.

My misery brought me here, we heard him grunting,

Chastened with shame, for days I could not sleep.

I had killed so many those bodies with no name,

Enemies they were and for me all the same,

I wanted to shoot and kill as many as I could

So Proud and presumptuous of my growing fame.

We stood still in awe as his cleared his throat.

His face carried the marks of the wars he had fought

Then there came a day when it all crumbled down,

Misery came to me with the enemy I had caught.

It was the space between us and them   my comfort zone,

When its mere dummies made of flesh and bone,

My bullets rammed them hard on my glory days,

But for that pale little boy I caught I wish was never born.

Little boy only in name, he shot three of us in war,

Left alone he kept shooting, he wanted to kill many more.

With the rage in his eyes and the blood all over

He threatened, he fought, he screamed and he roared.

Out of bullets he got caught, still looking eye to eye,

Fear was not a word for him its pleasure to see enemy die.

Tie him up and bring him here let’s see what he is made of,

So said the Colonel sending the puff to the sky.

He was tied and beaten so much that his body collapsed

But he never asked for any mercy before his senses passed.

Colonel stood up and asked me with an anguished face,

Put him where he belongs, bury him in the waste.

I dragged the boy with me to the bushes still can hear him breathe

The soldier is there to follow the orders don’t let doubt to creep

Kill me if you want old man a boy the age of your son,

Heard you are a proud soldier but your bravery is finger deep.       

So he mumbled, the boy I was about to kill

He laughed at me and said why I am waiting still,

You never blinked when you killed my father

And many more while shelling our village for thrill.

My father was a farmer tending his field in sun,

Mother was at home they never held a gun,

You killed them both and made me an orphan at twelve

Made me what I am today till death will I burn.

For the years I had fought this bloody war.

I never saw a human in enemy just a target to kill,

Boy’s words screamed in my head as I stood to shoot

My hand shook as I fought my demons long kept so far.

That moment of weakness I dropped my guard,

You can guess what happened next.

The boy snatched my gun and killed my junior

And killed two more before he was dead.

He could have killed me too as I stood there in trance

He made a choice to die instead leaving for his mother’s arms

Colonel banished me from Unit blamed me for all those dead,

But he sparing my life that day broke me in threads

So here I am drunk and lost finding my reason to live,

When I know I killed so many the sin could never shed.

The old man dropped his head again in now dryer mud,

Go home and leave me here, I will stay alive.

Many have left the scene already and I stood up to leave,

Thinking again about his story if his life mirrors his deeds.

Yesterday’s I read in papers that the old man has died,

Today I got a letter saying it’s my turn to shine .

Its The Day I Shed My Pain

My  tomorrow has nothing in store

Life is  stuck like a broken car ,

I find it hard to get moving

It’s the   time when the doors seem shut ,

And the  windows have painted glass ,

And I  wanna give up trying

Looking at  the days die one after another ,

Sooner than I ever thought ,

And my only dream is to live ,

I can feel  the winds are out of  the sail

And boat is  in heavy weather ,

And I know I have lost the way

Today  I wanna  break this painted glass ,

 Let me go and wear the rain ,

My time look up and watch

It is the day I shed my pain .

Today  I wanna sing a happy ballad ,

Let me go and set the stage ,

My life look up and watch

It’s the day I shed my pain . …..

I am tired of looking back ,

Holding the mirror to my life gone by .

Does it make any difference .

Still looking for things I never found ,

Losing them does not count ,

I know my mirror is broken

I know the stars don’t seek the night ,

It’s not for them to give the light ,

They are just there watching ,

There is a reason for that snow ,

When you know there’s nowhere to go ,

It is the season of  dying .

Today  I wanna see the stars die  ,

Let me go to that narrow  lane ,

My time look up and  watch

It is the day I shed my pain .

Today  I wanna sing a happy ballad ,

Let me go and set the stage ,

My life look up and watch

It’s the day I shed my pain . 

it’s the day I shed my pain . .......

Fear In Her Eyes

I heard no cries , not a word was said ; 

All around her were the graves of the dead . 

She was staring straight , into that gloomy sky ; 

All I can see was the fear in her eyes.

Fear kills the weak , we were told ; 

Those were the words , that bought my soul. 

But how to face fear when looking at those eyes ;

they once used to dance and shine so bright . 

We took it away all that she had ; 

A mother she loved , and a man she called dad . 

They were her life , and all she knew ; 

Now alone and lost , in the rubble of her world .

She stood up and started to leave ;

Still no tears , why she never weeps . 

the guns are silent , the smoke fills the sky ; 

the sounds of grief is the playlist for the night .

I trembled as I got closer and my legs went weak ; 

My heart still bleeds for the forgiveness I seek . 

They tell me to get moving and start a new life ; 

If only they could see , that fear in her eyes .

SOLACE

 

When the noise will cease and play will end ;

when the crowd is gone and the curtains descend .

there will still be a heart strumming the ballad ;

there will still be a mind with a story to pen.

 

When the heart stops aching from a broken end ;

When the mind start crooning that a new life began .

There still be a thought of changing the past ;

There still be some memories to befriend .

 

When the night start falling and its getting dark ;

When the moon starts hiding behind the cloudy arc.

There still be a Lighthouse , braving the angry sea ;

There still be a candle ,burning till it’s free .

 

When the life is a pain with no end in sight ;

When black is the only colour you find bright .

There still be a hope of  a magic wand ;

There still be a dream of the promised land.

 

Silhouette of Innocence

Slow down a little my friend  , Take a  deep breath ;

Look for shade somewhere nearby ,Have a little rest .

It’s been years you have been running , Up and down that hill ;

That hill is wearing down now , you still have hours to fill.

Wipe out that sticky sweat , glowing on your forehead ,

The lines on it are growing in number ,Like the crumbs of a broken bread .

Untie your shoelaces , have a little spread ;

Let your ears drop their guard , and eyes close the lid .

Now with me remember  that little one , twenty  years ago ,

Amazed  by the books of mystery and wonder ,

how those eyes used to glow.

Remember how he used to run around ,  to catch the firefly;

And then free them all and look in wonder  ,as they lit up the night .

How he used to make those faces of the clouds in the sky ;

And then feared to look back again , when he caught the devils eye .

you will smile if you remember ,his sunny  days in school ;

how he choked on words and said  nothing  ,

to that pretty girl who spoke.

How he prayed for the game of cricket  to all the gods he knew;

Telling  them to be friends with one another and help him get his due .

Those innocent words rings clear in my head , so much of it was true;

But the little boy is now all  lost , and guile is all you know .

Don’t tell me it’s the way to be , as the world is same around ;

You just have  to do these deeds , nothing else you can  find .

Don’t tell me your heart still aches , when you see misery around ;

I have seen you joke and laugh at will ,  as someone nursed her wounds.

Success is a transit point my friend , it will come and go ;

Life is one that little boy lived , not the one you seem to know .

Look for him and take him back , he is just behind the door ,

Stroke his hair as he  slowly whispers , the key to live once more.

Cold Summer

Little sea washing it away ;

A little  food orphaned on its shore,

A left over of some fat mouth .

A bird crying or chirping ;

Aimlessly flying here and there ,

Doesn't know where to go .

Oh there is a path , the beaten one ;

Dusty , muddy , tanned and burned ,

Let it rest on its own .

There is a bench on the lawn ;

No one sit there any more ,

Its empty , broken and alone .

So here I stand and I am  looking around ;

I wonder What’s the point of it all .

Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;

But it still hurts when I fall .

Little streets across the muddy road ;

Makes me remember a tiny house ,

Which I once called home .

It is still there where it was ;

I have just moved alone ,

A little too far away .

Oh there is a song on the rain ;

It’s been a while since I sang ,

But it hasn't rained at all .

The summer has dried my little well ;

Which was a mirror to see myself ,

Now it’s just muddy hole .

So here I stand and I am  looking around ;

I wonder What’s the point of it all .

Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;

But it still hurts when I fall . 

When the River Burns .

Oh you are still here ;

sitting behind that little old window .

Looking somewhere far ,across the land;

I wonder who is there , the one you want to see.

There used to be a river across  , but has dried long back ;

But you keep looking for its signs  with weary eyes .

Like the river , they are drying too ;

shadows and grief is all that I can see.

There has been days , when they light up ;

Thinking the harsh summer has finally gone .

But the thought of spring is just a mirage;

Soon it disappears as you move closer .

The footprints of love forms a circle below ;

A circle of pain and unending loneliness.

You try to   hide them in your vacant smile ;

The more you do,   the darker they grow .

I know it hasn't been easy to face ;

You were living and laughing and finding yourself .

But those moments of horror has taken it all ;

Now the sounds of laughter is  noise that hurt ,

The more you drown the more it burns .

You can’t wash them away with tears my friend ;

Just keep the river flowing in your heart .

Time will bring slowly  the winds of change ;

Feel that damp moist breeze when it comes.

Someday the clouds will  gather , and it will rain ;

And your eyes will glow and dance again . 

When The Door Opens .

A muddy trail leading  to somewhere ,

A bird crooning the glory of the morning.

Lonely cricket practising to woo his lady love;

And a body lying still , oh yeah it’s me.

It’s me out there , I can now be sure ,

Still like a rock that has seen the sea of time .

Hairs seems wet , no I don’t oil them any more ;

Have they gone grey , or that’s the play of light .

I must be here for more than a day .

As some of the natures children are playing around on me ;

Crawling over my long face , is a little beetle;

Happy he seems to explore , the things  he never saw.

Muddy ,dirty hands have settled across each other;

While legs a feet apart and feet’s looking away.

A little white feather is sleeping on my chest;

Is he a little  tired or is it a warm embrace.

Soon it will be raining , tells the clouds above;

Naughty drops have already escaped the parents’ home.

Will they wake me up from this untimely sleep;

Or they will let me drown in this infinite peace. 

Row Your Boat

Precious little playful life, play a lot of jokes;
Amazing the way it makes us laugh and annoying the way it chokes.
Lot has happened and lot will happen, life will move in turns;
Love and loss and joy and pain, wonder of life in crux.
All across our playtime so many will rise and fall;
Value the fall and struggle and loss, never you let it gall.
In all our versions of truth and lie, our own needs galore;

Sit and think, if the right is wrong, or the wrong has something more.
Hail the lives which touch so many, long after they are gone;
Away from the shore as the boats sail, thunders are claps that roar.
Row away the tiny boats, the tides will come and go;
Mirror of love will reflect the true colour,
And the beauty of life will score. 

NAZIFER

The rumbles of one civilization becomes the edifice of another . The failure of one man , makes way for thousands to succeed . No life is worthless , No death is inconsequential . Everything has a meaning . Longing for rain , we should not ignore the pleasures of dew.

Not a word has been spoken about the day,

And the whispers being hushed, thoughts kept at bay.

Zenith of fear has crowded our hearts

If we lose it, how will we cope?

Fast we are moving towards our death

End is in sight, where all will rest.

Rest will our dreams, we lost the gods test.

Rest will our hopes, bidding a farewell

Earning the right, to shed the tears,

Years of struggle, bore a rotten fruit

Hearts are heavy, throats are blocked

Als we failed again, but hope from the ashes

Now will rise a sphinx of revolution.