Downwards,
I face earth;
revolving land
comes closer,
surrounding me
in fading colors.
I am alarmed.
how quickly I fell?
and I wish
I could recoil.
Then, can we reconcile?
If somehow I pull out
my spring boots
and rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.
Will you say "hi"?
or derisively-"nice try".
Gravity bangs my head to past
I remember my foolishness
I am sorry; I am aghast.
I deserve the fall.
But I can stall,
if you can
pardon my heinous crime,
give me one more chance,
just this one more time.
Then I will bring out my spring boots
I will rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.
and will never plunge into depths again
before I crash, call my name,
call me to bring out my spring boots,
one last time rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.
and I am going down!!!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sunglasses
What was there to see?
It was all cliched
It was all predictable
It was cleanly ordered
and was fairly labelled
The mob had all the known gestures
the greetings were rehearsed the night before
the weather turned out damp and grey
as good as the forecast had foretold
Disinterested people weren't interesting
so I din't push my efforts in vain
I concealed myself into darker sights
I didn't even try to feign
I strolled amongst us for a while
sticking along a polite smile
and then after a while
I slipped inside to hide.
It was all cliched
It was all predictable
It was cleanly ordered
and was fairly labelled
The mob had all the known gestures
the greetings were rehearsed the night before
the weather turned out damp and grey
as good as the forecast had foretold
Disinterested people weren't interesting
so I din't push my efforts in vain
I concealed myself into darker sights
I didn't even try to feign
I strolled amongst us for a while
sticking along a polite smile
and then after a while
I slipped inside to hide.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
What??
Little drops are
now bubbles in the sky
My dreams grew wings
My dreams can fly!!
And as sunlight crosses
a rainbow splits
I had slept alone
But I woke up amidst !!
for the shine,
the winged reflections,
are causing relaxing swell
along the suiting contractions.
Everything, now above my eyes.
All are enrolled in my sense
Flying, flying , flying away
are these my desires or pretense??
now bubbles in the sky
My dreams grew wings
My dreams can fly!!
And as sunlight crosses
a rainbow splits
I had slept alone
But I woke up amidst !!
for the shine,
the winged reflections,
are causing relaxing swell
along the suiting contractions.
Everything, now above my eyes.
All are enrolled in my sense
Flying, flying , flying away
are these my desires or pretense??
Thursday, May 20, 2010
A brazen mockery of weak!!!
In the twist of fate,
The weak die; the weak wail;
They crawl on their knees,
They blame the gods.
They genuflect to the greats,
and offer a servile nod.
They cry their tears,
And mitigate their selves.
They are Agony of misery,
Misfortune of whelps.
They cry for morals,
and the equality of beings.
and decry the flight
of a hero with wings.
They live in the world,
foregone and unseen,
with their trivial wants,
but unending needs.
They always crib
with smile on their face.
won't leave any footprints,
no trace, except their graves.
They journey their wasteful life
through the much trodden path.
befool their guilt and aver,
"these landmarks, everyone pass."
That it is the way of life
to bend and to retreat.
To face the life bare self
can only be a moron's dream.
Oh! but the mighty,
he laughs at destiny's call.
he merely tweaks his presence
and the mountains fall.
He bends the laws,
makes gravity fly.
Lives like an Immortal,
and let mortals die.
The weak die; the weak wail;
They crawl on their knees,
They blame the gods.
They genuflect to the greats,
and offer a servile nod.
They cry their tears,
And mitigate their selves.
They are Agony of misery,
Misfortune of whelps.
They cry for morals,
and the equality of beings.
and decry the flight
of a hero with wings.
They live in the world,
foregone and unseen,
with their trivial wants,
but unending needs.
They always crib
with smile on their face.
won't leave any footprints,
no trace, except their graves.
They journey their wasteful life
through the much trodden path.
befool their guilt and aver,
"these landmarks, everyone pass."
That it is the way of life
to bend and to retreat.
To face the life bare self
can only be a moron's dream.
Oh! but the mighty,
he laughs at destiny's call.
he merely tweaks his presence
and the mountains fall.
He bends the laws,
makes gravity fly.
Lives like an Immortal,
and let mortals die.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Objective Intellect
There were dunes,
and there were times.
There was a whistle,
and an uncanny rhyme.
and I was dwarfed,
sometimes by my thoughts,
my shines, my bloats
and my naked little footsteps.
I was belittled, I was dwarfed,
manytimes by my dreams
my carings, my screams,
and my unhindered desires.
The seasons went meaningless,
The scenery changed so fast,
the difference was left to rest.
and I was left meaningless.
The multicolored throng
tightened close,
looking at horizon,
cried out the prose:
"What you want changed?"
"What you would have?,lad"
"How it would have been,
if it wasn't to be this?"
"Would any changing in past
will lead you to your wish?"
and I know, they have me caught
No excuses or remorse can be bought
and with dwindling self
I admit with a shaking voice,
"Nothing better; Nothing worse"
and they say in unison
"Then just REST!! REST!! REST!!"
and there were times.
There was a whistle,
and an uncanny rhyme.
and I was dwarfed,
sometimes by my thoughts,
my shines, my bloats
and my naked little footsteps.
I was belittled, I was dwarfed,
manytimes by my dreams
my carings, my screams,
and my unhindered desires.
The seasons went meaningless,
The scenery changed so fast,
the difference was left to rest.
and I was left meaningless.
The multicolored throng
tightened close,
looking at horizon,
cried out the prose:
"What you want changed?"
"What you would have?,lad"
"How it would have been,
if it wasn't to be this?"
"Would any changing in past
will lead you to your wish?"
and I know, they have me caught
No excuses or remorse can be bought
and with dwindling self
I admit with a shaking voice,
"Nothing better; Nothing worse"
and they say in unison
"Then just REST!! REST!! REST!!"
Monday, February 15, 2010
The healing takes a while...!!!
The black sky with heavy groan
was up, up above my head,
and everyday the same grunts,
same howling from the deads.
the past was present
and was eating the life away
I lived the nights awake
and dreamt away the wasteful days
and I hoped
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while.
and Everything was gone
Everything was whooshing past
just a moment was eternity
and still the time didn't last.
I was thrown away,
put away in exile
by the pretty-pretty smile
I was dashed,
I was dazed
by those eye's maze.
and I was left alone for a while
by the pretty pretty smile.
and I hoped,
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while
and when it felt
the darkness is day
life is unbaked,
soaking bricks of clay.
I found you
and the sunshine herald
clouds purged n' disengaged
and I found you burried
under my rage.
and the sun shines now
You take my hand and smile
we can dance again to the tune
dear! we can dance again, aye!!
and I now know,
the healing takes a while
the healing takes some time.
was up, up above my head,
and everyday the same grunts,
same howling from the deads.
the past was present
and was eating the life away
I lived the nights awake
and dreamt away the wasteful days
and I hoped
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while.
and Everything was gone
Everything was whooshing past
just a moment was eternity
and still the time didn't last.
I was thrown away,
put away in exile
by the pretty-pretty smile
I was dashed,
I was dazed
by those eye's maze.
and I was left alone for a while
by the pretty pretty smile.
and I hoped,
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while
and when it felt
the darkness is day
life is unbaked,
soaking bricks of clay.
I found you
and the sunshine herald
clouds purged n' disengaged
and I found you burried
under my rage.
and the sun shines now
You take my hand and smile
we can dance again to the tune
dear! we can dance again, aye!!
and I now know,
the healing takes a while
the healing takes some time.
A memory for a "Memory"
Memory's wonderful but its true,
We leave old things and cling to new.
A human nature or we had evolved as such,
I had no clue , even after thinking much.
what I know, dew will vaporize with rising sun.
it cant be picked up off the grass and placed in urn.
But we can wait for the next dawn.
When shining dew will smile on the lawn.
And run fingers over the wet grass.
Imbibe the feeling; and belive, the memory will last.
Well the above piece was written as a comment by me to a friend's post and as I was again going through this friend's blog, I noticed the comment, reread it and found it nice...and thought to place it here...so that may be many years down the line ...I will see it again and rejoice.
cheers
We leave old things and cling to new.
A human nature or we had evolved as such,
I had no clue , even after thinking much.
what I know, dew will vaporize with rising sun.
it cant be picked up off the grass and placed in urn.
But we can wait for the next dawn.
When shining dew will smile on the lawn.
And run fingers over the wet grass.
Imbibe the feeling; and belive, the memory will last.
Well the above piece was written as a comment by me to a friend's post and as I was again going through this friend's blog, I noticed the comment, reread it and found it nice...and thought to place it here...so that may be many years down the line ...I will see it again and rejoice.
cheers
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