When..

When they talk.. I listen

When I listen.. I dont think

When I dont think.. I don't contemplate

When I dont contemplate.. I stop listening

When I stop listening.. I seek solitude

When in Solitude.. I feel peace

When in peace.. I get disturbed

When disturbed.. I see populaces

When I see people.. They talk

When they talk.. I listen...

In a closed conversation conduit..

where scrutiny is raped..

I shrug away as a wallflower

afraid to hurt.. to lose

petrified to think.. to respond

anxious to reply.. to love

but end up a recluse...

a tête-à-tête of life.. verses

a denounced futile locution..

Are we there yet?

Everyday every moment

every single second

when I see the bright light

around the corner

I say to myself.. "Finally"

But when the road unwinds

for further mysteries

I chuckle and rub by hands

For life without mystery is no life at all

And I wait patiently for another turn

Just to anticipate..

A Rebel?

Louder they croak, harder I shriek

Shielding my ears tight, praying for spare hands..

Where reasoning is a God made blunder

This is humanities extreme stupid peril

They create.. they demand.. they stuff it up my head..

They forget to follow it.. labeling it as rules

In it I lost everything I had.. gone and depleted

But it survived in the flimsy thinning paper

 

It stayed arrogant, bossing the mightier humans

In hands that are obscured to truth

They say abide by it, I shield more

shrieking higher until I hear or see no more

The allergic epidemic crawls up to me

They tagged me a rebel

I run away, correcting…

A rebel fights.. I reject..

Together

So long has it been, so very long..

From the moment of coexistence

To this moment of weariness, we debate

Weren’t we bound with harmonious hope

Or was it an enlightening war from the start?

Felt a lurking pleasure to see your agony,

And gloated, for I am beyond mortal pain

I inflict upon you, the physical existence

By my power the senses, greed and desire

Yet I am pained!, I suffer! When you do..

I, the immortal force inside you, could feel earth,

So, let us burn together in this green hell

and rejoice, with remains washed away

There might be hope to glitter in and out

Or to subsist as charred remains of a distant existence

Better to perish once than

degrade and disintegrate every moment

my exquisite frame of life, join me,

Reconcile once more, like in the verge of birth

together let us know the unknown to be eternally unborn

Common

 Occasionally a movie or a novel,

Strikes in the midway like a blow

It has my life written all over it!

The truth that was scared in the start

takes a brave front and laughs at me

The veracity that this life is an encore,

That this situation was faced already sinks in

Un-elated and gloomy I feel

My soul is just a hollow shell of a discarded life
that someone subsisted in a better way

My sacred pride of being unique and different

Stares and flings itself onto me,

Like undigested words thrown as echo by the muffled wall

It spits in unison that “I am common”

finally I comprehend the real implication of the word!

Solidarity

Secluded, I tried to merge

Out of reluctance with that, which is scattered!

Lured by my discomfort I dwell into the lexis

It connect the dots that self-subsist

Determines my quintessence in-turn

As faceless entities they dwell around

Right inside and out, blending and not

Inspirited by the ordinal infiltration..

They unite, the soul and thoughts

Yet the Maverick spirit remain desolated

P.S:  This may not be an acrostic about Solidarity, but it’s about the solidarity of the soul and thoughts and how the spirit still remains deserted. So, what can we call it then?

Unsung hero

 If only life were a battle field

You would have won it

With no armour or shield

Save by your uncommon wit

Territories would be conquered

With just your skill and brain

Though mocked even by kith and kin

That your intellect is just acquired

You left the battle field as unsung hero

You didn’t fight enough, they chatter!

Talents not showcased or bragged about,

Doubted is the intellect in your worn-out head

You walked head bowed down

For they didn't care to know

that you are a family man

who forgot to chase your precious dream..

 

If our roads meet

The foot steps, the aura, the smell
Bred the familiarity ablaze
Forgetting the long said farewell
Glowing anticipation arose
 
Welcomed by the enigmatic smile,
I stare for, its picture perfect
I doubt reality, still you stand
Regretting the worthless fights

My face to you is a puzzle
and you turn away in disbelief
Leaving my heart in a dazzle
You move away fearing grief
 
Like a Greek goddess I remain,
Transfixed into a melancholic rock
Waiting for you to return when
Rejection or reconciliation is no bother!

Stillness

Sucking into the depths of silence

Tears apart the ravaged still heart

Inactivity of limbs and mind

Leading nowhere, the standstill thoughts

Lamenting the drive of existence

No hunger, desire, love or passion reigns

Elusive is the urge to change

Sickness of this limbo overwhelms..

Silence rules the fragile lifeless existence!

Between borders

Confined within the dark recess

Enchained with brittle coirs

Thrives the fragile and delicate soul

Obscured to naked eyes

Looks gay to a bystander

The Fiery scorching and

Turbulence felt only at deep end

By the one betwixt

Tranquility greets from across

Myriad pleasures the heart seeks harder

Verdict never in thy hands

Benumbed thy suffers in dark domains

Bogus serenity shoulders apathy

And life swarms as in an illusion

With joy, peace and belonging

Endured just as chimera

P.S. This picture was taken by a friend and it inspired me to write the above poetry (if it can be called so..) Looking at the flower and the fence, I imagined the borders in peoples life, the mind, the physical borders the fences.. (India.. Pakistan the state of Kashmir..) and so on...

Jealousy

Brimming with swelling fury 

Aching enough to twist love to acrimony

Despised overtly by all and sundry

Even by those who cleverly mask

Bitter is the persistent sensation

Hoisting high upon slightest provocation

Unhealed wounds deeply inside

Wishing just to harm every one

Reveals vulnerability on pondering

Just a basic craving for love and care

Expression of feeling made abundant

Yet left unattended and unheeded

He Wanders

 

As an ubiquitous figure

He wanders hither and thither

On the fields, along the roads

Wherever his mind goads

Disgusted with life as lived

He walks bare and half naked

Not showing off in fineries

He is robed just enough to conceal

Covered in dirt and dusty grime

He eats to live regardless of time

Sky above and earth below as hovel

He cares not on the place to dwell

Is life’s essence cracked after all

By this roaming seeker?

Is there eminence in

the crazy lunatic snigger?

PS: I saw a very old man, supposed to be homeless on the streets, his face showed wisdom and clarity, that was missing in his appearance, I tried to decipher his thoughts and I humbly dedicate this to him, my dear old man wandering in the streets...

Just go...

Good byes are heartless

Valedictory words are needless

Hugs and kisses seem soulless

Handshakes appear juvenile

So Just go..

Do not linger  for last glance

Or fumble for explanations..

For these are futile gestures

of something that never nurtures,

So just go..

Don’t brood over my plight

There would come a day

When your image fades

and withers from my mind…

Until then just go..

There would come a day

When I can overlook you in a crowd..

When I can stare into your eyes and smile

Without a pang or missing a beat

And walk away as mere stranger..

 until that day just go..

As you did today...!

Shadow

 

As a dark and depressing hollow veil,

it walks beneath me unaltered

It stalks when I move

Stays still with me too

The color I wear, my emotion, my thought
Hold same blank impervious gaze in it
Is it a reminder of an unhealed wound?

Or the fore teller of a looming catastrophe

In my lonely nights, there is a recurring illusion

of two gleaming eyes peering at me

Devilish smile and dark hands engulfing

As the last ray of light flickers and dies
 

But my spirit and faith still remain unbeaten

That which cannot be shaken

That which remains and battles
until the last ray of hope dies down..

Splash of Colors

Emotions are hard to hide

Even harder to decipher

If only I could express myself in colors

I would be free of all the revulsion piled on me

My anger would be flaming orange..

Burning with vitality that washes away quickly..

For me peace and green go together..

Like the soft bristled meadow

Inviting to rest in peace..

My sorrow would be Grey

Resembling the stormy sky

Waiting to pour down and clear off

Yellow suits my passion

Bright with vigor of love and desire

Blue would symbolize my evil side

Like the miraculously calm deep sea 
hidden with inconceivable peril

Then I would be one black shadow

Filled with all the colors in the world

and yet again become

Hard to hide and

Even harder to decipher

Be deluded..



Be in a delusion if reality is far more bizarre

Weave a world for yourself,

Where you are the king and life is a fairy tale

Throw in your favorite fantasy!!

Neither restrict nor control

Don’t logicize

Let your spirit generously mosey

Live fullest in there...

In the real world

People may despise you..

They may say you are unstable

Just smile at them..!

They will never know how reverent your world is..

Mother India

When your rosy feet touched me for the first time

I knew that I am a mother again

You fell down and got up for your first step

I knew that you never give up

When your feet reached the finish line in the race

You kneeled down and kissed me!

My motherly heart was swollen with pride

I adored you just like my other son

Who spilled his blood on me for ME..

Yet, you spit on me and say,

No one can change this country

And walk away seeking better prospects

I weep silently, without complaint

As you follow the path of your other inactive brothers

In betrayal, in assault, in poverty, in terror… I weep..

I don’t hate you.. I never can..

For I am your Motherland

Who knows only to LOVE!

Forgotten

Ability to forget is a blessing

Being forgotten is a curse…

When I toil in the curse

You some how seem to be blessed..!!

Cycle of Life

She was falling down helplessly

Trying to hold on to the white hands in vain

The hands that protected her once was not there now

She couldn’t escape the fall..

It was a shrill shrieking pain that she felt..

So did many others

She fell down.. Thousands of feet below to the barren land

Splashed and wasted, still her soul intact..

She was not a rain drop any more but water the source of life

She stayed silent and let herself be absorbed by the desolate land..

After a long silence and darkness she was reborn

As a drop of honey in the flower she shone with hope.

For she knew the secret and the cycle of life..

Pain killer

When I hold on to you

I feel hope.. that my pain will be gone..

When I touch you

My fingers feel cold.. Mingled with hope

When I feel you in me
I feel relieved off the pain

The throbbing and agonizing pain..

Little did I know that

you can soothe me only for the time being

and the pain would crawl up again and engulf me

Little did I know that

It is not the physical agony but

Something else that weighs me down

Little did I know that
the remedy is in me..

But unknown I walk and walk

Seeing remedy outside me..

How silly of me to wander

Looking for some thing that I already posses

The eternal cure of Self realization..!