let it flow

As those drops fall


I thank the rain god

How sublimely it says, sorrow never stays

Livid air

And a few drops

Whisper in my ears

I am there

Creating warmth

I hadn’t felt for long

Wrapping me in his assurance

Nothing lasts forever

Drains the pain in me

Those wounds wont bleed now

Now that horizon looks like

A sheath of protection

Closing up on me

Breathing

Now I can give out a sigh

Cry

The swaying air cradles my soul

Putting those fears to sleep

Once again

Will it rain?

Become my tears

square garden

Step by step

I walk the path

That squares the garden

The step increases the speed

To escape slumber

To burn another calorie

To fuel the heartbeat

The source- the garden

Which is over brimming with life

The kid there knows what life is

The mother playing with him knows how life is

The person walking behind me knows

How many more kilometers to walk

I see people walking ahead of me

I slow down not to to overtake them

But I know how it feels to lag behind

I go green seeing the grass so lean

I long to be a baby sitting

The one over the grass

So ignorant

I crave to take a moment and lie on the grass

Gasp a breath of air

To exorcise me

Exhume the soul dormant inside me

But alas, my legs hate to stop

Its taken its path

The stones that square the garden

That borders life

Confines happiness

In the nature to its inside

Its mundane outside

Where people drive and shout

When the sun blocking glasses

Blind them to see the pristine spring

The aged chat of years of glory

Live every moment of their life

That shall soon cease

My legs can’t stop

My eyes hate to blink

For it craves for that fling

Those two kids have

For minutes in their game

My legs go fatigue

Yet they walk like a headless man

For its path shall never change

I walk on that path

Regretting every moment

I have miles to go before I blink

Oh, I have miles to go to burn those calories

its something i wrote on 28th nov.... after a lot of moving news about the Taj attach and its effects on 'innocent' people's lives

My mortality take me home
Away with my music my sagging spirit
My nations mourns for all the deaths
But it doesn’t move
Shake us all
So that we may live as brothers
Show us all how it feels when your son doesn’t return home
When you just know that he is not well
Don’t know if he is dead or hurt
We sympathize but never empathize
Curse but never redress
We don’t even see others’ ‘grief
What if we were a part of it?
Am I not now?
So numb, dormant and indifferent
Would this stone ever move?
Or will it when it sees everyone else down in blood
Your ignorance’s fruit
What are we here for?
Sit back and watch the sea of death and demise and condole
Wouldn’t you move my nation?
We are liberated, independent
But not yet alive

turning point

This is my turning point on my journey
Where I have to turn, bend
They say that it is the way
For that is the way everyone takes
It is the road that has been beaten up by every foot
No stone left unturned
Yet no one dares to walk the other way
This is the turning point
Which would turn my life
From mine to theirs
Transfer its identity to match the mob
It is no more an entity
Lose its gravity to walk on the ground
The way everybody does
This is my turning point
Which will bend me until
I break

losers' paradise

Welcome to losers’ paradise
Where everybody is alike
Long faces, pumpkin expression
Anger frustration
Dejection and pity
Under confidence, no confidence
Tears, fears
Blue purple black
Blank shameful dark
No one thinking anything except
That moment of fiasco
The tape stuck on that scene
No one knows who is sitting next
The one who does sees the worst
One from nowhere stood up
‘what have we lost that we are in so much pain?’
(Unanimous unspoken voices- what not?)
Cuz no pain no gain
So welcome to losers’ paradise
Where losing is a game
We all are shameless winners

Lend me a drop of tear

Lend me a drop of tear
I need to cry
Break this silence
It’s a pain
That only I can feel
Now I want to break down
It’s too heavy to keep within
I’ll give up my pride
I can’t stride
With blind thoughts
And blinding vision
It’s difficult to cry
What if I do?
Afraid to fall
For I’ll never get up
Too willing to implode and get buried
Under my debris of sorrow
Is there a drop of tear I can borrow?
Now they are drying
Spirit of meaning
Is there a drop of tear I can borrow?
To burry my sorrow
Let their ghost explain the pain
Or will the tears go in vain?

where do i begin?

As the world moves round
Around me
The clock moves around
Sages preach the art of living
I sit and listen
Inspired
Afraid to perspire
But I am still tired
I read history of great men
Too impressed
Still feeling suppressed
Yes, too many here are depressed
It’s so futile
The roads so beaten up
Dreams so clichéd
Yours and mine
Differ yet meet
At the end of the road
Few reach
Others preach
Where do I begin?
How do I end?
It’s not out of your reach
it’s from where it all begins
The answer lies within