From Outside.

Bless thee not, Oh earthlings.

Know not the time thy liveth in.

Thy buildings so tall and close,

like a block, hath denied access to stars.

Thy rage for money and power,

the abuse of substance, bestrides thy threshold of real.

Thou behind thy stone age minds,

dwell in the past, Modernity, a disguise well worn.

Thou insignificant pawns of societal labyrinth,

Nature, thou calleth mother. A superior hoax.

Breathe not this air, turn to me.

Cause I belong not to this world.

Thy sun, my flower

Guarded by tentacled hands. A figment of me.

Open thou eyes to reality, 

Power lies at places unseen, unravel and unfurl.

So burn my wings, oh earthlings.

Make me one of thee, be saved.

Save Water.

Little

Through the hands like lose sand
Slithered a thread so slender
It left a trail of oozing blood.
And a memory short lived, to remember.


Then I soothed it with the gentlest touch
And wrapped it with a ribbon
It healed as fast as fleeting sand
But left a scar, too tender.

Temptation

The direction of happiness leads to evil,

Befalling on me illusions of misdeeds.

A cactus can grow flowers too

When in the roots lies misfortune,

Only forbidden fruits grow on trees.

Temptation is hard to defy

Caught up in the sight of perception,

Tormented by measuring tapes of mankind.

Every step calculated, every step compiled

Covered ears with speech that you own,

Redressing voices which should be known.

A halo is hard to form

A frog breathes life into a dying ground,

Taking you in the head and your hand in its own.

The forbidden fruit eaten forbids the frog, and,

Kills the princess

The bubble they burst.

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Its all the same.

Caged by the manipulation of diamond seeking devils
With a tongue of sweetened poison and rainbow tears of deception
Sucking knowledge piece by piece from the mosaic of my burning life
Guarded by the eyes of my sleepy mind.

The pixels of my desire form a beauty spinning a web
To strangle the dove which I so patiently raised
Beliefs are shot down by skeletons in armor
Leaning on shrines made by religious bombers.

The golden shark attacks the city of mirth
Extracting ecstasy off men ruled by the tetris of birth
The bigger players hide in bottles designed for their game
Pumping the weak up the hose of destruction like a snake.

The dream is changing as I face a golden dragon
Protecting the gates of a lost serene garden
The path of which will be found after finding a magic lamp lost in space
The probability of which is more than finding peace in the world of today.

The button of reality will open my eyes.
Alas! To the same place.

Day

The leaves played stencil for the rays
As shadows danced on the ground
Forming patches of various contrasts
Shuffling at the touch of the wind.
The trees are deep in conversation
While the birds chirp in no unison
Creating a throng that can save a dying soul.
The soft murmur of the world
Had me too drowned to notice a serpent slithering
Lurking in the dancing colours of the day
Poisonous or not, only a bite will tell.
I don't even want to know.

It's quiet, it's beautiful and exceedingly calm
Even in the atrocious din of a busy city
Peace can be found in nature's heart
Far from the hustle of the main road
On the stairs of an empty home.

A creepy man walks silently to and fro; to and fro
It makes me uncomfortable how he stands and stares
As I decide to stand and leave
The spring cries a thousand tears.

Clutches

While the mechanical roots of the world seep deeper
Into the system of nature's creation, rising up
Taking over the eyes to see the motorized civilization
Battling with the brain until it succumbs to logic
As emotion had long lost its war.

The child was smothered in the minds of men
Even before it was conceived in the womb of life
Drained of any energy that could achieve peace someday
Swallowed by knowledge used by corrupted imbeciles
High on the drug of pride.

Where the loyalty of dogs' cannot be trusted
In a world transcended by rotting fungus
Selling illusions of prosperity to the brains
That crave for dreams to satisfy their hunger
For the paradise is forever lost.

We live in a world where the space of thoughts is priced
Where a molded mind is everyone's birthright
Where even birds know no sky
A world between the clutches of mankind
Existence being the synonym of life.

Only if our actions were meant to please others,
We would not be living our lives, but theirs.

The Actor.

The sunlight played its part

When the wind blew the curtain

And threw light on the lie

Sitting pretty on the high chair

Of immorality and distrust

Smiling with a halo shining red

Disguised in the semblance of an angel

With a frippery soul for existence

Which knows no heart or its viand

Living in a world balanced on a pin

Playing an execrable role innocently

With the prowess of an actor on stage,

Like the rest of us.

In the same plot with different scripts.

Momentarily.

My stomach, for now, has the attention of my fickle mind,
The weight of material wealth amuses gravity like clouds on a starry night.
A train of thought gets tangled in the web of transcending rhyme.
Where will it go next? A step forward or one back in time?

Peace is the ultimate bliss of life.

Bang Bang

One night I couldn’t sleep and it was 5 o’ clock in the morning. I had done my regular holiday routine. Had dinner, watched television with family, caught up with friends, watched a movie, read a book and off to dreamland but sleep never came neither did dreams. I was restless. Tossed and turned. Did a few calculations for nothing in particular and thought a lot about what to do next.

I was in the middle of contemplating a movie which I could shoot and edit myself when I heard my parents’ room door open and shut with a bang. Someone was in a rush otherwise who would let the door bang so loudly so early in the morning. Should I be worried? I thought to myself and before I could answer that question. Bang! Bang! Gunshots??!! The first of my life, of my real life. On screen they sound so different, so harmless, but this was something else. So close. So loud. So frightening. Who could have fired a gun in my house? Then I realized, my parents’ room door hadn’t opened from the inside but someone had gone in leaving the door to bang shut with two bangs ten seconds later. Could it be? I let that thought die as I had to act fast. I locked the door, turned off the lights, curled into a ball and hid in the cupboard. I was shivering unable to comprehend what just happened. What could have possibly gone wrong? We had no enemies. Didn’t owe money to anyone. Weren’t in any political hassle. We were good people. Then why? Who was in my house? Who possibly… I didn’t want to admit this but it was possible. Someone had shot my parents and I was hiding in the cupboard. It was all so wrong. There was too much anger, fear and hurt for a small cupboard. I had to do something. How could I hide when someone had shot my parents in their sleep. Couldn’t sit there like a frightened cat. I got out. Climbed the bed rest and opened the ventilator. I always thought that the person who designed my room was really stupid to put the ventilator so close to the ground but today I thanked him. I climbed up and jumped out to the garden and lay flat on the ground.

As I lay there I scanned the perimeter and saw a strange car parked in front of the gate and a familiar silhouette waiting inside. Who was that? No time to think, had to act. But what next? Do I wake up the neighbors or call the cops? At 5 a.m. Indian cops?? No time to joke, I told myself. Had to do it myself plus I wanted to kill whoever was responsible for robbing me off my parents. What were the killers still doing inside? Whatever it is that they were upto I was not going to let them go free. I slithered towards the car like a snake and peeped from the back window.

I wanted to kill goodness when I saw what I saw or rather who I saw in that car. Our old servant  Shyam sitting there probably drunk cause the car reeked of alcohol. I couldn’t believe a person who worked for us for 35 years. Someone who helped raise my father, my brother and me sat there waiting for my parents’ killer. Why did he bring this upon us? Was it because he had to be thrown out for stealing for his cheap drinks. He stayed in our house. Ate our food. Watched television with us and then stole from our pockets ‘cause he needed more alcohol and now he had my parents killed. I was boiling with rage and in that rage I picked up a small rock, opened the back door and Shyam turned around.  He didn’t get time to react as I hit him with the rock with all my might, with all my fury, with all my hatred and with all my sadness for my loss. I hit him countless number of times and screamed my lungs out as I did so. People started coming out of their houses. Shyam lay like a stone as I was pulled out of the car by some neighbor. I felt nauseous but I was uncontrollable. I tried with all my strength to free myself and hit Shyam one last time. “There’s someone in the house with a gun. Someone shot Ma and Pa.”, I screamed. “Someone shot Ma and Pa! Ma and Pa!” my scream got muffled in the chaos. I was passing out, exhausted, shocked. I had probably killed someone. “Someone shot…Ma…..Pa… shot...” were my last words before I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my bed, alarmed I rushed to my mom n dad’s room. No one was there. I ran towards the dining room with my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes. I reached there to find my grandparents and parents sitting there and merrily enjoying their breakfast. “You’re up early! Did you sleep early?” exclaimed my mother. Well I passed out in reality for the first time that day. So much for romance on a sleepless night.