Maria Learned....

Maria learned to dance,
Her energy unused.
She grooved to the chance,
Her body she loosed.

Maria learned to sing,
Her voice silenced.
She screamed to the ring,
Her throat got tensed.

Maria learned to draw,
Her hands all sliced.
She scribbled it raw,
Her option got diced.

Maria learned to write,
Her words scrambled.
Her flow was right,
But her thoughts tumbled.

Maria learned to act,
Her posture controlled.
Puppet of the fact,
With her story untold.

Maria learned to quit,
Her mind all healed.
New tale made-to-fit,
For her true purpose gone sealed.

Maria Learned....

Maria learned to dance,
Her energy unused.
She grooved to the chance,
Her body she loosed.

Maria learned to sing,
Her voice silenced.
She screamed to the ring,
Her throat got tensed.

Maria learned to draw,
Her hands all sliced.
She scribbled it raw,
Her option got diced.

Maria learned to write,
Her words scrambled.
Her flow was right,
But her thoughts tumbled.

Maria learned to act,
Her posture controlled.
Puppet of the fact,
With her story untold.

Maria learned to quit,
Her mind all healed.
New tale made-to-fit,
For her true purpose gone sealed.

Perceptionised Realities Of Virtual Self

In a dark room I was kept under observations,

Comes out my mother and says to the doctor,

She says "she is being followed",

"Always fights against the air ",

I silently listen as I see I am above the world,

And the most important.

Its me the one who knows the truth,

And the one who laughs on the fakes around.

 "May be she suffers from delusional parasitosis",

In this people loose contact with reality,

They are unaware of the real world,

And never ever will the truth be heard.

Are they so confident about the real world,

Is it so easy to fool the sense out of them,

Just some commandments to make over,

And a genesis of new existence.

I was always right in this erroneous world,

My essence pushing to the tip,

And the ecstasy of ignorance,

Was bluntly jagged.

 

“She will need a little treatment”

Thus the rescue comes of the doc,

“Nothing to worry”

For she knew it her way.

A treatment to lose my origin,

A way to make me equally insane,

Make me one of those filthy-self,

To crush the very existing non-pretender around.

Years passed and things seemed normal,

She doesn’t fight much now,

Has now the induced humane touch,

Now smiles her mother and both walk away from the clinic.

While going out Amy looks at another girl scream in her room,

She laughs with an accepting smile,

Looks at her mother,

Who silently stare at her for a while.

Both walk back home,

Images of the girls scream

Runs around in Amy’s head,

For a moment she thought she aint dead.

 

Later as they go home, and mom goes out,

Amy locks herself in her room

And when all go away she says "you are back again eh, i told you not to follow me",

Pointing fingers at the air she said

I was here and I will always be there.

Fear of being a looser too much was gripped,

Inconsistent paranoia of the mind,

Ending up feeding to the escapism of the soul wants,

For reality can never haunt.

*A real old work of mine.. Lost and Found!! *

Born To Die

She was weak and numb inside the Holy Grail,
She knew that her coming out was same as burying in.
It was only six months and few weeks,
She was not yet expected by the novel world.
But they didn’t let her stay in anymore.
Her body was now dragged out with ventouse,
Only a tube coupled with the holy lady.
She did not cry.
Her bareness made her feel wintry,
She was then cleaned and wrapped by a single sheet of cloth.
She slept a nightmare.
The next movement she saw a pompous face full of tears,
Alongside the lady was a man standing,
Giving her his finger to hold.
She felt an inside twinge,
But couldn’t tell a word about it.
She did not yet cry as she should,
Her lungs were immature – she never understood her inside zounds.
She was then pinned by a foamy liquid in a syringe,
Her eyes closed – she had to thole the nightmares again.
Next time she arose,
She saw the same sacred lady weeping,
There was an ambiance of grief.
She couldn’t tell what it was.
The pain was mounting every single moment.
She felt her soul been lugged out.
The time has come for the farewell,
She tried to reach her mother’s warm chest,
And wrapped herself within it,
And left her last breath in the silence of her mother’s breasts……

*This is one of my old poems... Maybe been 3 years since it was lying in my PC... Just dug it out.. So here it is on my blog posted...*

Suicidal Notes - 2 (Cult)

We the Universe’s Gate,
We the knower of the sole truth,
Passed from our ancestors,
Here we are.

They knew it then,
The Genius of those days,
The earth was limited,
And to be passed by.

2012 – The doomsday,
The deadline to move ahead,
Better move on before that,
Or end up in the earth without anywhere to lead.

Earth has done its duty,
Now we should go ahead,
Like the other aliens,
Like the UFO passing by.

Blessed we that we got belief in Him,
He will guide us with the others,
Poor them to stay so,
Doomed with this earth.

We better give up the earth now,
Then it is late,
Being in hell the least we deserve,
Explore the God’s gift.

Let us hold the hands and rot ourselves,
Anyone who disagree can greed the earth,
We greedless have surpassed those stages,
Now it Mukthi we searching for.

Next level needs us to hate our motherland,
Our flesh is equally greed worthy,
We won’t give in,
We will survive this recycling.

Together we shout for the new land,
“WE ARE THE CAPTAIN OF OUR LIFE,
WE ARE THE PATH TO THE NEXT LEVEL,
WE ARE THE SELECTED ONES!!”

Sing our last prayer,
Let them hear our role,
Sing our last prayer,
The sin would be answered!!

And thus the hundred left the body,
Seeking for next level,
And the earth continued its stay,
For it had time to get still polluted.

Suicidal Notes - 1 (Copycat)

I read those lines again,

Another glance and I had them all in my head,

Couldn’t believe how much it connected,

Connected to each and every single moment and thought of my life.

Feels like I am finally understood,

The book said it all,

It was meant for me, only for me maybe,

A man of so many complications, a person misunderstood.

It was the only book that went out of this world,

Showing the truth, The Raw truth.

I agreed to each one of them,

As if disagreeing would prove me and my existence wrong.

But was surprised of the ending,

A suicidal it was,

He should have fought this life,

Aint life worth a fight now!

He was wrong here,

He should have thought about others,

But who are the others anyway now.

Was he right?

The author sure was depressed,

Suicide is for the losers,

I rather fight my life,

Then conclude it.

Well the author has seen the world,

He has told all the truth,

Every word enlightens me more,

Does it?

Suicide would never be a solution to anything,

But living has never given anything but solitude,

Misunderstood by everyone,

Negative the life always have been.

He might be right about it then,

But I am sufficiently coward for this,

Would rather live it like this,

A living worth a coward’s life.

It is so confusing now,

Should I live it this way?

Can I change from this?

Naaa…

Maybe I don’t see people like me because they end up this way,

They knew it from the start,

I was dumb maybe to carry it forward,

Have always been anyways!

Now that I know it,

Whats my options,

Should I embrace what he says?

He made total sense to me.

Henceforth no one has to tolerate me,

Did they?

Now after this no one can prove me wrong,

Can they?

Anyway I think I got enough pills to blast myself,

Yup enough they seem,

One down, two down, three down,

Damn slow, ten down at a shot.

Now would it just put me to sleep?

Would it allow me another world?

A fairy should guide me…

I...

Fate to Blame...

If anyone had asked him what kind of life he wants to live,
He would have replied “Perhaps a dog’s life...”
And then he would justify the beauty that he could only see,
The freedom on them he felt,
A purposeless, duty less life he craved.
As a kid, he would sit with them and wander his mind around,
Enjoying the earth He created,
He felt it was to be enjoyed not worked on.

Poor those who wondered the purpose to exist,
To feel responsibilities are all you get to come down here,
Its education, work and die is what meant to be born,
Ah, Poor those.

God never sold the earth to human,
It was rented to enjoy, not settle,
Enjoy and be done was what he wanted.

Now he can’t do anything about it,
He was cursed a human.
Well if anyone would have asked what he would want to become in life,
He would say “Perhaps a Hitchhiker… I guess.”
And again he would have given a justification pretty similar,
Be gone the humans, I want to live it the way I want,
Roam the Rome, Kiss the French,
Mystify the Egypt, Purify the India,The list went on…

But if anyone would have asked him what is he doing,
He would say “CEO of a IT company..”
Then he would never justify why he ended so,
Maybe he wasn’t serious about the previous ones,
Or he was just another human to have ended up in a predefined way,
He would blame the society which bore him with responsibilities,
The fates have taken away another choice, He felt..
But would he have been happy with the first choice himself?