Little Story

Mind blowing... I mean, padhna mat, mind ghumke sach main kharaab ho jayega... Isse statutory warning samajh lo bas... Par kabhi kabhi ghatiya poems bhi likhni chahiye, or else the great ones, cease to be valued...

A short story of my little love, I will say today,
I was sitting there idle and listening, when I saw her one day,
Looked impeccably common, yet a glow glistened around her,
I had noticed many times before, but never so intently, had I attended her,
All love takes really is a moment I knew, when I that day suddenly saw her...

A short story of my little love, I will say today,
It should've started earlier again, but ended up beginning on May,
I was too busy, sorting out life as I wanted it to be,
Too much of a fool I was to feel, that I can control my destiny,
As soon as it ends, the start is bound, and as they say, there is no end to melody...

A short story of my little love, I will say today,
It hasn't been a while, it hasn't been years, still with her I would want to fervidly stay,
You might think oh again, it's all an old story, worth encore a forget,
I beg to differ, however my friend, for each moment is special, with each person if you let,
The nectar is eternal & hopeful, just waiting to be drunk, like the sun rises everyday, although it's bound to set...

A short story of my little love, I will say today,
She is somewhere in this city, oblivious to in my life, how much her need, this moment is supposed to lay,
I want it this way too, forever hidden, obscured my love, by this veil of reality to be wrapped,
Leaving her as she is, hopping in my memory, as the moon white and far, unable to be trapped,
Just another reason to smile, a thousand time she is, knowing I once saw her, in the very moment cupid tapped...

Now I end the story, accepting it never began, boring life will be as it was, time will keep running, as it has always ran,
I revealed nothing my friends, just a few jumbled thoughts, for the rest of what has happened and will,
Is also unknown to me, I just said whatever I could remember, scrounging through my needs,
In these times perilous, of manipulated life's memories, you will wish I never return, for this hasn't been much of a story,
So sorry this wasn't great, I never promised would be, I just wanted you to know, how much confusing a little love can be...!!

Depleted Mother

I walk alone on this yellow stretch,
Vivid and dark, awating wretch,
I remember not how I come to be here,
The memory of the start, I can no more bear,
I walk alone on this yellow stretch,
Awaiting the end of this dream, awaiting wretch...

I run alone through the barren field,
Empty and lost, given to greed,
Trees all missing, only remnants of a brough,
I see thorned vampires, where leaves used to grow,
I run alone through the barren field,
Given to the deep of this dream, given to greed...

I swim alone in this deep deadly ocean,
Where nothing swims anymore, and only scales solemnly burn,
Devoid of life, all the marine left to die,
It was once breathing, before compelled to cry,
I swim alone in this deep deadly ocean,
Where I dream this deadly dream, and only scales solemnly burn...

I fly alone in this sky so vast,
Here too I see no one, surely I'm the last,
The few smoky things there are, they never seem to heed,
Feathers bundled in blood, claws of last need,
I fly alone in this sky so vast,
In vain I hope this dream will end, surely I'm the last...

Now all that remains for me is maybe not to feel the pain,
That the earth suffers for us for all our needless gain,
Shall I too ignore its plea, and take all her salt and rock?
Or is it time to rise again, destroy the ticking clock?
Now all that remains for me is maybe not to feel the pain,
Lest I object to my luxury, and to all our needless gain...

The Name

Religion teaches renouncement, but love is bliss,
Adhere to that dogma, and that bliss you'll surely miss,
Deep inside our mind, what exists will die with us,
Hoary though yet love will remain, in our heart full of blush,
Isled in an ocean all alone, although hope can make us thrive,
Kindness and honour wagered in war, in the end, love can always survive,
Another heartbreak on its way, now I sense but in vain,
Jabbing the heart with all its might, another cause digging that brutal old pain,
Availing an open scar, healed for a rougher tomorrow now again,
I embrace the love with its might, I embrace the light, I embrace the rain,
New beginning, again hoped for as in each time I fall for a you,
I fail each time alright, and this time too, with or without you,
Living dead I will be rendered, after this period of amazement and lust,
On a bleak rocky terrain of the desert, in a dead ship, me wailing on its mast,
Vanity shed, hurt gained, memories of present, waiting to be the past,
Every time that happens, rejection and gloom, every time I think its the last,
Years go by, I heal and love again, I never cease to grow like that tree,
On the ground, in that fairy tale, love nurtured in my heart, I begin to live for thee,
Usable again, recycled and alive, each time searching again, life for its destiny.

Period

Today in coaching Sir came a little bit too late, so during that time, I wrote up one, trying to bring what my senses were perceiving during that period into words...

About the center of the room, I sit poker faced,
Silence shed as in those moments rare,
Sitting with a friend, commotion embraced...

Here I wait, prepared to study,
To add more to the knowledge already muddy,
Here I sit, with a new buddy,
Waiting for peace, so that I may study...

It's a normal room, under the ground,
Where pupils come, for time some sound,
Grouped in hours, boundaries blurred,
Gossips and books, cascaded so fine,
I imprint in memory, this moment now mine...

In that crowd, upon a beaming beauty I gaze,
To my dismay & relief, she emerges a maze,
Looks so virtuous yet so vile, a tangle of thoughts,
Submerged in herself, while her friend beside talks,
Many more are around her, still I see her lonely,
Because everytime I look up, it's now her I see only...

Suddenly a foolish thought, brushes my shocked mind,
Can she be the one, who I am born to find?
I shove it aside swiftly, learned from the past,
These moments come often, but never do they last,
And this too will end, when the class begins,
But as long as it lasts, dazed I will be,
Hidden from her eyes, while I see only she...

I swing my view around, reluctantly away from her,
Flinging her image away, as a distant star,
What are others thinking, ask to myself me,
Later feeling the wrong, for they were not born free,
They think what told, they do what told,
They shout like no tomorrow, that's the only thing untold,
And now I must go, for shortly class will begin,
Leaving these precious moments behind, barely felt, always unseen...

Towards Light

When life is tough, it hurts,
And that's an old story,
When the fight is over,
No matter who won,
Those who are dead,
Have a divine glory,
You know their value,
Know their valour,
Know what the chose to be,
Life is no different,
You have to fight sans death,
Keep the courage,
And that's an old story...

Cliche lines, daily quotes,
Have turned now grey and hoary,
My love was blind & yours was missing,
My heart bled all and I was broken,
I felt so low, devoid any glee,
My eyes unfocused, mind wanting to flee,
Same words as before, same do they mean,
So I say skip the past, for that's an old story...

Old is gold, rare moments come,
When this line fails to stay true,
It's actually tarnished, demoned and lone,
The old only remains fit,
To pave the path for a life new,
Keep trodding, and feel the fear,
Of the unknown future, what it has,
And know that it is better, than the lovely pain,
The past has reminded, time and again,
Hold on to the lessons, and forget the tears,
What else to say, that's an old story...

Think of advancing, like a baby ignorant,
Along the time, as it goes,
From darkness to light,
From moments to ages,
From blissed to blessed,
From agony to blossom,
From night to day,
From seconds to time,
From me to us,
From you to thee,
From race to trots,
From trails to paths,
From life to love,
And from fury to fear, overcome though,
From reading to feel,
From freedom to freed,
From vanity to sane,
Which I hope you'll be,
And I as always, as abrupt it may seem,
Say goodbye now, with this old story...

Knowing The Lies

This is for the people(the "you") who often think low of themselves and have a low self-esteem(because I used to be such a person, and now am quite the opposite(too much, I think sometimes)), thinking they are not good enough for anything, just because the world(the "I") thinks so... This is for them, to be read with their own eyes; this is for them, to realize the lies... So never forget, that you're the best, and will always be, even after your heart rests...


You're a failure, a blot on life,
Good for nothing, barely alive,
With nothing but a mind,
Prone to break the bounds,
And nothing but a soul,
Still valuing honesty & hating the foul,
So you're good for nothing,
Should be hated for being so able & human,
You are dead already or should die,
For you're a failure, and that's a lie...

Your opinion is never right,
You are no worthy of your space,
What you think is facile and bleak,
Vague and smaller, than the useless dew,
Whatever you may say, original and new,
Is fit to be refuted, thrown in the queue,
There's still time for you,
To go away from other people's lives,
To a dungeon of loneliness apt,
And I'll know you're worse than I think you're,
If you still believe all these lies I say corrupt ...

You seem to forget your value,
So you should know you have none,
You're just another tongue in the crowd of dogs,
Basking oblivious, sans reason under the sun,
You're born to die, so why try to live,
Bearing all pain and shedding vanity,
Holding to morals, in this world so glib,
I'll never be happy, when you come to know,
What I think is inconsequential, you could've stolen the show,
Now fall apart please, to never rise again,
And if you fall further, it'll be no surprise,
You've chosen not to believe in yourself, but to trust only lies...

A Memory

I remembered those days,
When we were still friends,
Lying in my bed and wondering,
Why did you come yesterday night,
After aeons so long in & as my dream,
Reminding me you live, yet again?

The memories of those days, although a few,
Came rushing by, while thinking of you,
The wrong was mine, but an also also is there,
Lurking somewhere in the realm,
But you refuse to believe it,
And I refuse to lie; we're deadlocked for life.

I felt in my trance,
In my mind & heart somewhere,
You reside still as a happy memory,
Never to be realized again as a friend even,
But never to leave, be it war or sorrow,
As suddenly coming in my thoughts today.

Confused I am, and who would be not,
When the one you know no more,
Comes into your dreams one fine day,
Like a tumultuous ocean, both alive & dead,
Trying to change all you forced yourself to believe,
The ignoble lies of the years before?

Though an imprint won't be left forever,
Of that kink in that reality now straight,
Time will take it again, as it has healed before,
The wait will pain, but in paucity no more,
I'll just pray you be happy, with every glee sans any gloom,
In your life away from all strife, with a lovely future sure to bloom.