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Thursday, August 28, 2008

My Shadow

When my shadow is with me
Is my solitude complete?
When people get close to me
They stand on my shadow

Some stand on my shoulder
Some stand inside my heart
Some shift their feet
Some stands firm

In the company of others
My shadow shows
I am not free
All shadows are one

Is it the mark of my creator?
Are there shadows in heaven?

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

What happened to love?

What happened to love? Or at least the native form of it? It seems like nowadays people cannot stand going through the pain of all those different phases, the first eye contact, the first thought, the enthusiasm, the fear of rejection and finally! the sheer joy of conquering something which eluded you all the time. Well, no one is interested anymore, can’t blame them though. Look at the hype created about modern life, if you are not fast then you will be left behind. But nobody knows how fast you can afford to go without any mishap, because just like any new technology or invention there isn’t a generation to tell us how will we end up if we lead a ‘faster than light’ life. So the question is, are we happy? Or are we pretending to be happy. Just because everyone else is doing the same thing doesn’t mean that it’s the ‘coolest thing’ around. How many of us take a little time to slowdown and think, ‘hey! What am I really doing?

Coming back to love, how many of us are willing to tolerate the demands of a genuine relationship rather than having a dozen futile walks on the wild side. Harmless flirting leads to harmless relationships which will most often directly result in successful divorces or breakups of the ‘concerned’ parties. Where are we headed?

The sheer uncertainty of a romantic relationship has been discarded for the ‘lets get it over with’ attitude. Where did the romance go? The sweet old romance in which flowers and understanding played equally important parts. Did it take a backseat? Are people really petrified now about the pain that comes with lost love? Which is sweeter? The memory of lost love or the eternal wastelands of our heart, where it never rains. The former one has a real charm to it. Shakespeare has known it and wrote about it. In this era of corporate marriages and pseudo scholarships who has time to read a poet who portrayed human emotions and relationships with a magnifying glass

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

lunar rays

Lovers glow in your embrace
Waves ride your rhythm
An all round symbol of life
The phoenix among stars

How many hymns of love
Have you heard?
How many broken hearts
Have you seen?

Oh! Mighty mover of tides
Wash me in your dreamy light
So far from me
Still my heart feels your pull

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Beauty’s hide

For centuries they tried to define
A thing so pleasing in many ways
Many gave explanations so fine
Still we look and wonder for days

It can be a smile of deception
To hide what is so clear
Seeking the path of self destruction
We follow a sound we cannot hear

It can be a sight of inspiration
To lead us out of our shell;
revealed in a time of desperation
To show we are not in hell.

A gift from heaven, we believe
A dark shade here and there,
reminds us we must leave;
Everything behind here

Monday, February 11, 2008

long time no see

its force is hard to bear
so we keep it away.
things we failed to hear
creeps up in an unusual way.

moments we shared,
time that was lost;
everything we cared,
comes around at last.

like the fog that refuses to dissolve
like that hound that follows the scent
it haunts us without any resolve
skeletons of our present

a mixture of hope and pain
served after so long
will hit us like a train
shows us where we belong

Thursday, February 7, 2008

A kiss full of Fang

When Apollo takes a break
The disguised hunt is on
Wind carries their shriek
drowning the prey’s moan

Their charm is a game
love is pleasure they say
to satisfy the flame
with life one must pay

Dancing around in ecstasy
Seeking to overcome fate
When faces search for fantasy
Revelation comes late

These legends of dark
Drink us inside out.
left to carry their mark
we turn from our root.

Meta Poem

Is it charged emotions?
from the purest realms of heart.
Many find it as their solutions,
to climb from the deepest hurt.

A gentle breeze in the darkest hour!
That narrow trail in the thickest maze!
Often the plea of the jilted lover,
finding solace in its gaze.

Meanings crouching for the kill,
becomes phantoms in different eyes
Intentions mixed with skill
which is the beauty of all lies

Is it a gift or a curse?
to touch the soul this close.

Vows of silence

If words can talk,
they will cry out
About the lies that stalk,
inside the heart’s hideout.

The vows of true love,
Often fall on blind ears.
no intervention from above,
to save it from hidden fears.

Screaming silence can pierce,
even the walls of a fortress.
coldness of which is so fierce,
there will be nothing but distress.

a loving heart has known every pain,
Yet finds itself surrounded by ignorance.

Wish me luck!

Found her in a pile of dreams,
Scattered images of a free mind.
Her words got drowned in her screams
Still I believed that she is one of a kind.

I called her name in vain
Bianca my love! Don’t you hide anymore!
There is a heaven to gain,
from the love that you ignore.

O my dream! Don’t you quit on me,
leaving me in a suspended lift.
Wish me luck to hold it in my eye,
a glimpse of things to come, as your gift.


There is a place everyone seek
When matters get out of hand
The options often make us sick
Till we become one with sand

The valleys there are deep
The hills are too high
The promise is ours to keep
No more recurring sigh

The weak trembles in its presence
Terrified of being cast away
The mighty feels the essence
Of having it their own way

Those who dare to leave the stakes
has got nothing to surrender
The difference is all it takes 
To alter our destiny for ever


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