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?

2009's Say

I was born 6 millenniums back,

Maybe from a small spark or of a falling star,

I was too young then to know that,

I am one of the human now,

Born in every land sooner or later,

Died in many too,

Too many names, too much fame,

For I worked the first six days, haven’t I?

Later I created my creators,

I offered the floods, the rain, the love,

The quakes, the light, the fruit.

I am the Vedas,

I am the knowledge,

The prince, the pauper, the sage,

The beast, the kid, the warrior.

The sole acceptor of every sacrifice you make,

The victor of all the epics,

That’s me, Ha.

By 2000 B.C,

I was spread world around,

Different tongues praised me,

Different tongues questioned me,

And then it came, the A.Ds,

They crucified me, and then resurrected me.

I was the good in them,

The fear, the obedience, the order,

The faith, the relief, the compassionate.

Then the years passed by,

They discovered my creation,

Explored it, utilized them,

Exhausted few,

And few concluded my non-existence,

For they saw it all nature’s gift and not mine,

That’s ok for I created this nature.

Its 2009 now,

And they now question the nature,

Its resistance, its will to still nurture,

They add their own unreal elements,

And they enjoy its essence and presence,

Maybe they don’t need the nature after all,

Just like they don’t need me.

Ha, now it’s me and nature,

Who will be wiped together.

Wiped by my creator and their own.

Lover Eye

She stared back,
She stared me equally tensed,
No smile, No frown.
Not knowing what to do?
Am i alive or dead?
She wanted to figure her existence in my stare,
She was there on the audience,
And me the clown of the show trying to fit the case,
The innocence was too much to miss.

Every smile in my face answers all the truth she ever wanted to know,
But this evening was different.
Was she herself?
Did she know that only I can see her and no one else.
Does she realise only her presence can be felt but not seen by the rest,
But she was all my eyes lies.

Bringing back the sweet memories of the old past,
The same passion,
The same kindness.
A past I wished to wash off,
A past that remembered when an emotional apocalypse creates repression in my brains,
I tried to save my fumbling,
But as always end up ruining my character,
Then to distract I shouted loud my verse,
"O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour........"

Naah it couldn’t catch the right pitch,
Nor the feel it should have,
Disappointments,
Distressed,
Again I promised that this was my last attempt to stage.
My passion was her sacrifice.

My mind flew back to the days of her life,
Memory of her presence,
Her love for my act,
Inspiration it all was.
The memory of her act,
The tragedy it all was.
Little I know the anger would kill the angel,
My life was cursed since then.

Now that my work was over,
I can't quit the stage,
And thought “No matter what, the show must go on ",
And then went straight to my beloved fiancée.

But it rained....

There she was standing in the crowd,
Withholding the deadness she felt.
She was the doll of the show,
Modeling herself the whole day.

All the rituals were the extra burden,
Flowers blossomed in her head,
Beautifying the unreal self.
Again and again and again!!

Dazed about her feeling,
Was she happy for the cross over,
Or would she regret this day for rest of her life.
Was it even her choice to start with?

But for now she had to smile,
And flash at the cameras spotting on her.
Aaahhh, the world sure is easy for pretence,
For them this day is the typical happy ever after.

She stood there with her supposed love,
Accepting the appreciations and wishes.
She was so tired,
Her body is already aching now.

And still they expected a lot from her,
Poor she, trying to show her unfound strength,
Wishing the finale of this episode,
She stayed on and on...

Dance, Music, Foods,
All set there to enjoy,
But did she?
She hardly will remember.

Atlast she was done with the stage,
Now she can enjoy her food,
But naaah, she has to pose a little now,
A little blush and smile was taken debt on.

Then later she is was spared,
She took her plate and sat with her dad,
He was munching his last bite,
Lost in the thoughts.

She said nothing,
Just enjoying the presumed company.
She was fiddling the food with the knifes and forks.
Silence was savored.

But not for long,
Slowly they talked about the day,
The regulars, the usuals,
Nothing changed.

But till when?
She wont be talking the regular like this again,
She wished she wont have to break down now,
She fills her mouth with food.

After the dinner,
She just couldnt stop it,
She cried herself,
Taking the shoulder of anyone around.

Would she miss dumb talks,
The argues she used to have with mom?
The unappreciated care,
Would she..??

Sounds so dumb to leave the relied for the unknown,
Why should her life change so abruptly??
Another few days would have been better,
She had a lot to talk, talk to them.

But it rained then,
It just had to, for He too blessed her,
They poured together,
And both knew it would end as time passed.....

Undead Intimacy!!

Oh little sunshine from the unseen brink,
The brink of unknown to swallow my fear,
The fear of unborn for the sanctity,
The fear of undead for the vice.

It has been ages knowing the light,
The light of unknown wisdom,
Very wisdom of the concealed memory,
Rotten memory of my victims.

The immortality is such a grievous curse,
A Curse of lust and beauty,
Of monotony and bizarre thoughts,
Of Peace-Mar.

Ah, the hankering of speckled Moon,
Brings down a beat on my arctic heart,
The warm air caressing me soft,
Such a comfort, such repose.

Every single day pass like blight,
In silence I live in silence I hunt,
Silence is the only secret shame that haunts,
For light looks at me and always taunts.

I believe in God,
For we share the creation,
And you have to accept me the God of current era,
For then maybe I might save some sacrifice.

I love, I hate, I sing, I dance,
As I was before the re-birth,
I am the nature’s son,
Caressed by the mother earth.

Fill my vein and you would be my beloved,
For then you would feel my heart,
Love me just for a while...can’t you?
For later I would have another lover.

So am I too evil?
All this love is to hear your brittle neck fracture,
My love is a torment,
You sure would pleasure the pain.

Am I not a creation to be marveled at?
Am I not so special for you?
Won’t you give me droplets of blood?
And that too few?

A little taste of you,
And I will whisper the last words,
For your flesh,
As I love you.



I am honored to accept this Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally 45. I would like to nominate Aashi for the next award.

Free Fall...

Far off are the little scintillating manifestations,
Waiting for me to pass,
Are those Dot Dot Dot.

Without a thought I give my hand to it,
The Gravity, guided me,
Towards the little Dot Dot Dot.

Swimming in the air,
Thin, soft and light,
Zooming into the infinity,
Was I admiring the Dot Dot Dot?

Its white all around,
Engulfed me all within,
My emotion is what I see,
Void is what I was meant to suffer.
A passage of continuous gush,
Giving a bizarre feel over me,
Still got nothing to focus but those dots,
The Golden Dot Dot Dot!!

Swimming in the air I was,
Drowning into the stones of passion,
Diving through the coldness,
Opening my mouth just to suspire,
For I knew what was expected.

Here I come oh growing dots,
Nearing the closure of the life,
To feel them once again,
One by one,
The pain of those arousing dot dot dot.

Now I have neared it,
Enough to see the Dot opening,
A circle it was more likely,
Having some strings intervened.

The voidness had belittled,
An open invitation I got,
More like a warning,
But not for me, Not Not Not!

I heard the loud cry inside the circle Dot,
Was it a cry of unknown future?
A cry of need?
A cry of unfelt feeling?
Was it me?
Am I lovable?
Am I reality?
I strum on the strings,
A sad sound it was,
Sad but true!

Out I was, still low by heart,
Void couldn’t near yet,
I enjoyed the state,
Is reality always sadder?

Without any warning I was sucked again,
A sudden shudder in me,
A Scary world it was,
Was it the fear of No..??
The fear of Yes??
Was it me?
Am I coward?
Am I perpetual?
I strum on the strings,
Uneasiness crept,
Hysteria it was.

Again saved I was from the hell,
Hated them,
A Torment in me crept,
Dot Dot Dot,
I was in another I felt.

Why am I the one feeling this?
And the others so calm and still in their own world.
Was it the irritation of my identity?
The frustration of sanity?
Was it me again?
How many do I dislike?
Will I quench the thirsty of destruction?
The string strums in rage,
A fury of life it was.

Thought jumbled,
Waiting for something unknown,
Singing again the Dot Dot Dot.

Ah, Nothing here,
How’s that possible?
Shouldn’t I feel something??
It’s filled but the little void touch surprised me!
I couldn’t move,
I stayed staring at the whiteness,
Forgetting to strum the string!

And then I found myself directed through,
Here comes the Dot Dot Dot.

Enthrallment was filled in the air,
To glad to question them.
It was a Yes wasn’t it!
But it was just too much to take in,
Insecurity crept into me,
Even the contentment.
I hang their strumming the string,
Euphoria it was for a while.

Slowly I was out,
Unknown of what to come,
Similar to the every first Dot to put me on the fall.

I could feel the hungriness,
A desire to be loved,
Someone to show my compassion,
A dread to be rejected,
Sympathy for the unknown,
Envy of the power trapped.
Optimism to a proposal,
Passion for the desired.
Was it me?
Won’t strum this time,
For remorse it was.

This Dot extends to the infinity of my world,
And inside it I see once again those Dots,
Making me sing Dots Dots Dots!

I again forget my previous encounter,
For the new urge I felt,
A new origin of passion,
With a source unknown for my life’s eternity.

Humour the wild...

The night has just begun,
In the humour of the wild,
For the absence of a tilde,
The night has just begun.

It was just another sleepless night,
A time for the tune that drowns the wind,
The eyes wide still dazed in sleep,
It was just another sleepless night.

I was staring at the message,
The message of nil,
Still a message for me,
I was staring at the empty light.

Restless motions!
Too serene to be serene,
The words were floating like I read,
Restless Thoughts.

Staring out of the window,
The silence played around the darkness,
Darkness making it more prominent,
Staring at the far away glow.

The stillness gave a tingle,
The portrait, it was a magnum opus,
The perfection of the light,
The stillness gave the last touch.

Irritation skulked inside me,
Move, Oh Move,
Move them all for me,
Irritation sticks in the tranquillity of them.

A hearing it was from far away,
Down it came like a prayer to me,
Pour for me, Pour for me,
A hearing I heard from far away.

It Thundered!!
The trees moved slicing the hush,
The dogs howled the unbearable work,
It did thunder thrice!

Such a relief,
Enjoyed the effort, Enjoyed the uncomfort,
Haha, Their goes the dogs for the shelter,
Such a peace to see them alive.

It was the expected,
Too night for the wilderness,
Too soft for the cry,
Just as expected.

Now I stared with a foolish smile,
An act without reason,
But stayed on for all the stares,
Matching the tune of the rain, I smiled.

The Voices

A crucifix is what she wanted,
The only thing that soothed her,
Ofcourse other than the angel herself,
With her heavenly susurration.

She did so as always,
The stack won’t leave her anyway.
It never will listen to her,
For she had tried it before.

Now comes the peasant,
Having a cross from the world,
That indebted acceptance,
Straight in front of her dress.

It’s time for the final act,
The blaze is ready to set out,
It’s the only bright thing she saw tonight.
‘I cant see your brightness?’

Fire! Fire!!
Fire all over,
He body accepts the warmth,
For it still was searching her soul.

All those fights,
Despises,
Were not for her thoughts,
But for the voice.

Bring along the warrior’s coat,
For it fits her, alas.
Had she had a prettier one,
She wouldn’t have lived the saint.

‘May your sorrow end right here,
You have accomplished what you seeked’
Has she?
Then why the pain.

‘It’s the only way to finish the consecrated act,
A way to heighten the victory’s sweet pleasure.
The rood will put you in peace,
Just close your eyes and hold me.’

Charred the scent!!
High she felt,
For the angel hold the hands,
And took the Joan Of Arc away.

Blank Thoughts

It was the shining,

The very beam of the dark world,

Just too vibrant for him to see the lining,

The illusion as his needs curled.

He did feel it coming,

But he cared none,

For that was his shining,

The very own originality won.

Perpetual wisdom diverted,

Inconsistent paranoia of the mind,

Hardly concerning the fact,

For its the wanted, not needed.

Shadows fall on lamp,

Whisker away is the ramp,

They jumble together as a shade,

Whispering the divulged grade.

Enervated will,

Crossing the valley still,

Tear the role of indifference,

For they are the least for consistence.

Rows the boat of confidence in the rake,

Peace with the sound they make,

Bounce back to the premise,

For its his own demise!!

Numb Love!!

The reverberation of denunciation was the loudest,
He now no longer feared them,
For he knows she can’t do so again,
Never ever again.

The pain is still fresh,
So is the wound.
She knew none about his mastering,
Unaware was the fate.

He dug her door with anxiety,
Dug and dug till it broke.
Now that she was on view,
He had it for sure, Ha-ha!

He gave a muted laughter,
The one which only he could sense,
Now that he held her by hand,
Dragged her all out.

Hush he said to her,
For he didn’t want to be caught,
She obeyed for the first time,
Emotionless with the world.

She was exposed to the evil,
That she knew none of,
She never thought so,
For blame the sins.

He tore her out of her cloth,
Little resistance she could afford,
He took the command,
After so many longing days.

He grabbed her insecureness,
He took herself his,
Today he will lose his purity,
For the power was all his.

He entered her stiff,
For the pain it threw,
But it was his first contact,
Contact with the rage.

The victory he felt,
Was for the act of playing the denied.
He laughed, then he cried
He cheered, then he dried.

The act was not long,
His soberness still on its way,
For he was done with the feel,
All up and high today.

Now he carried her back to her place,
Throwing her in with his might,
Putting the shovel to work,
And thus let the grave relive the unknown.

*Themed On Necrophilism*

The lil gurl on ma way...

One little cherry in her hand,
Cherishing every single bite she can,
Funny petite seed she got,
For forgotten is the Life’s tart!

One tall lamp,
Changing colour all the time,
The third companion she got,
For forgotten is the life’s sign!

One straight path,
Full of big toys,
Never a chance to play,
For forgotten is the life’s race!

One big man,
With the coat and tie,
Stretched note was what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s cost!

One small sun,
Naked warmth,
For a child’s chum she got,
For forgotten is the life’s leisure!

One last stanza,
Dedicated to that lil girl on my way,
A glimpse to feel what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s compassion!

The Dew In The Eye

It was just another lonely night,
She had an urge to take everything back!
But she can’t, not now!
If only she knew the dew in the eye of his!

Soon the flight took off the land,
All set for the unloved land!
He hates it, but
If only he knew the dew in the eye of her!

Turn around,
Give it an another glance,
Things never altered!
For you won’t always see the dew!

The hours of darkness is longer than 24,
Thinking about you.
Nightmare never came.
For nothing changed especially the dews!!

Pining down the words,
So hard till it hurts,
U got it all, but none.
Felt the iciness of the dew in the eye of U.

Now reaching the land,
I feel the thirst.
Again the outlandish love.
For I felt the dew in the eye of Us!!!

Phantom's Bell

Begone are the ulterior future,
Bygone the lucid past,
Worn the existence,
Life and pain.

Times up,
Here I am,
Free from the grip,
Life just goes on for the free soul.

Wasn’t long back when,
My shell was trashed and ruptured,
I don’t know by whom,
I don’t even care now,
The life here is better than the soiled.

I know human pretend not to see me,
Pretend not to hear me,
That’s alright,
I learnt now that they pretend their whole life.

I didn’t get my ticket as promised,
Nor the map to the third world,
Just left out here,
In a different society!

It’s like am off the dream,
And just woke to the real land,
The land of realism,
Soothed by the wraith!!

I faired pretty well,
They said,
Now that I have mastered the course,
I am a free psyche now!!

Living pretty easy, now attained earth’s afterlife,
No err done for the second!
Evil’s Solitude!!
Life’s Melody!!

Here I am back to wish other luck,
And a little homage to earth for her sacrifices,
Now I hear the phantom’s bell!!
Time to dream again..!!

The Melody of Menace

This day was expected,
After all those persistent warning,
She just let it be,
Her zits are so visible now,
She could have avoided it,
By the time the fluid were formed.

The germs were never this perceptible before,
They have taken the place for granted,
Little had she shook herself then,
And destroyed each one of them,
Maybe she would have lived long.

Now she started to spew things,
And even put our life to menace.
All that barfs are still out,
Unclean!!

My sympathy for her,
Seeing her so green,
Her temperature so high!!

My children,
Stay away from her,
The germs have sucked her well,
And already trying to reach you.

All the smoking,
Has harmed her further,
Those ruthless things!!

They are the monsters of her creation,
Her humble nature has defined her end.

My blistering rays couldn’t help her,
They already shielded themselves from me.

Now I can only pray for her a better end,
Then to sight a corpse revolving amid you.

Now, Let Me shine for you my child.