A Midsummer Night's dream
Now I know what it means
Vague face behind the mystic screen
Ending into violet fractals as Eyes scream
What IS this crazy dream
But a misplaced psychic stream
Alike in insanity, with wakefulness
my nights are divided I must confess
spiraling into the unknown pit
with saffron lizards creeping on twig
This dream is very dreamy indeed
I feel this is all that I need.
I chase you but I go in cyclic trail
You are eager but talking through a veil
Ah The background music falls like flakes
I can see them the yellow and bluish snakes.
These landscapes are so serene
My fears are also colored and rimmed.
I chase you again but you disappear
I am dragon fly looking for you forever.
the dream is on me like a magic spell
I cant get away though my eyes swell.
its not you not me but a psychic glance
into colorful shapes of mind's backyard.
(This is of course Shakespeare's title.but with all due Courtesy :) )
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
why shall I be hating you?
All I asked you People,
to show a little shame
and I said i would never
ever put on this blame
But people I forgot how
that Its just a game.
And whatever I do
you will still forget my name
With Mortals, this is nothing new
so why shall I be hating you?
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You never even cared
when thousands were dead
all you did was to put
phony white bedsheets on bed.
oh but they are not white
cant you see the blood red
Oh I might chose to be silent
in my honesty instead.
The honesty is only a passing dew
But why shall I be hating you?
---------------
But dont know for what
I still sometimes cry,
You killed me alright
But at least tell me why
(or at least give some sign
that remorse is coming by)
so I have some reason for life
and let not the flesh dry.
and I had to say this now
for I am too hurt to be shy.
It is certain that this hurt will grew
still why shall I be hating you?
------------------
Pain will not pass like you said
The pain must remain there
For every tear I broke into
Must know theres someone who would care
I will make them all known
all the lies that you share
so to this shameless soul
there could be a honest nightmare
This nightmare you could never see through
along this curse I still wont be hating you.
-----------------------------------
For the sake of your Holy Name
that you put on your altar
when you find new insanity
good reason to take you far
Give us also a little recall
for we trusted the eastern star.
and If I vanish by myself
do you promise to end the war?
But You cant make a promise that is true
yet why shall I ever be hating you?
--------------------------------
when women were all fallen
and men were partner in crime
I still was looking for love
and never to give up this time
But You too fell for this
You shallow little heartless dime
You betray me for someone else
and I can only write worthless rhyme.
I know my rhymes are hurt and rude.
But I shall never be hating you.
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Oh you are you a (shallow) WOMAN.
may be thats your own burden
oh and the shame will surely come
as the universe takes out the curtain
But today you are so confident
your crimes will be hidden for certain
Its all just one Vanity cause
there is hell beyond every Eve's garden.
Woman,Your own proud youth is rotting too.
But I shall never be hating you.
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I will be gone far away
Yes, as the time will unwind
Truth will be in my ashes
But 'The Real man' you can never find.
Ignore this but cosmos are alive
Burn will come as ancient laws bind.
But I will still forgive you
For you are the crazy crazy Mankind
your ship is already sinking with your crew.
Yes But I will never be hating you.
to show a little shame
and I said i would never
ever put on this blame
But people I forgot how
that Its just a game.
And whatever I do
you will still forget my name
With Mortals, this is nothing new
so why shall I be hating you?
-------------
You never even cared
when thousands were dead
all you did was to put
phony white bedsheets on bed.
oh but they are not white
cant you see the blood red
Oh I might chose to be silent
in my honesty instead.
The honesty is only a passing dew
But why shall I be hating you?
---------------
But dont know for what
I still sometimes cry,
You killed me alright
But at least tell me why
(or at least give some sign
that remorse is coming by)
so I have some reason for life
and let not the flesh dry.
and I had to say this now
for I am too hurt to be shy.
It is certain that this hurt will grew
still why shall I be hating you?
------------------
Pain will not pass like you said
The pain must remain there
For every tear I broke into
Must know theres someone who would care
I will make them all known
all the lies that you share
so to this shameless soul
there could be a honest nightmare
This nightmare you could never see through
along this curse I still wont be hating you.
-----------------------------------
For the sake of your Holy Name
that you put on your altar
when you find new insanity
good reason to take you far
Give us also a little recall
for we trusted the eastern star.
and If I vanish by myself
do you promise to end the war?
But You cant make a promise that is true
yet why shall I ever be hating you?
--------------------------------
when women were all fallen
and men were partner in crime
I still was looking for love
and never to give up this time
But You too fell for this
You shallow little heartless dime
You betray me for someone else
and I can only write worthless rhyme.
I know my rhymes are hurt and rude.
But I shall never be hating you.
-------------------------------------------
Oh you are you a (shallow) WOMAN.
may be thats your own burden
oh and the shame will surely come
as the universe takes out the curtain
But today you are so confident
your crimes will be hidden for certain
Its all just one Vanity cause
there is hell beyond every Eve's garden.
Woman,Your own proud youth is rotting too.
But I shall never be hating you.
----------------------------------------
I will be gone far away
Yes, as the time will unwind
Truth will be in my ashes
But 'The Real man' you can never find.
Ignore this but cosmos are alive
Burn will come as ancient laws bind.
But I will still forgive you
For you are the crazy crazy Mankind
your ship is already sinking with your crew.
Yes But I will never be hating you.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Nothing more to say.
When I was a kid ,
I lived amongst the stars
And found that which binds
Galaxies of universe also binds us
And We may not find the truth
But the truth always finds us.
And then I was the bird,
On the fence of an unknown garden
Stars were the harvest from heaven
And rains were true blessings
Truth was my silent friend
Without even telling me its name.
Then I had nothing to say
For I was not learned and proud,
Every cloud of thought that passed by
invariably mixed in the crowd.
Every moment was clear and new
Like the shinning crystal of morning dew.
Stars had mute feelings and So Did I,
So I just sat there gazing with an eager eye
Nights after nights passed
And there was nothing to be weary
Truth was my bedtime story
And Truth was my imagined fairy.
But I don’t remember when
did I sold my house in stars
and came back to divided grounds
to find dust on these artificial altars.
My old friend is hiding too in shame,
The silent one without any name.
Now I wish I could be that kid again
Who lived across the endless sky
With those sweet memories in heart
I stand here and I start to pray.
That soon there will be this day again
when I will have nothing more to say
I lived amongst the stars
And found that which binds
Galaxies of universe also binds us
And We may not find the truth
But the truth always finds us.
And then I was the bird,
On the fence of an unknown garden
Stars were the harvest from heaven
And rains were true blessings
Truth was my silent friend
Without even telling me its name.
Then I had nothing to say
For I was not learned and proud,
Every cloud of thought that passed by
invariably mixed in the crowd.
Every moment was clear and new
Like the shinning crystal of morning dew.
Stars had mute feelings and So Did I,
So I just sat there gazing with an eager eye
Nights after nights passed
And there was nothing to be weary
Truth was my bedtime story
And Truth was my imagined fairy.
But I don’t remember when
did I sold my house in stars
and came back to divided grounds
to find dust on these artificial altars.
My old friend is hiding too in shame,
The silent one without any name.
Now I wish I could be that kid again
Who lived across the endless sky
With those sweet memories in heart
I stand here and I start to pray.
That soon there will be this day again
when I will have nothing more to say
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Song : I will still walk across.
When the winds will be slackened
And clouds would be torn
The streams will be frozen
And emptiness in their hearts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When her songs will be mine
And mine would be hers
The skies will be gone
As our love departs
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When the deserts would be dry
And Sun with sunken pride
The snakes would be hiding
Behind the abandoned carts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When Love is not in sight
And evening is heavy on tide.
And the spring will be gone
As the new night starts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
And clouds would be torn
The streams will be frozen
And emptiness in their hearts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When her songs will be mine
And mine would be hers
The skies will be gone
As our love departs
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When the deserts would be dry
And Sun with sunken pride
The snakes would be hiding
Behind the abandoned carts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
When Love is not in sight
And evening is heavy on tide.
And the spring will be gone
As the new night starts
I will still walk across
Through the sun dried grass.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunrise Sonnet (Shakespearean in iambic pentameter)
The lurking melody of morning mellowed flights.
And hustling of crickets on gritty grassy ground.
catches the stingy hoards of tricky lights.
as eastern barrack begets the scarlet round.
It Plucks darkness that troubled fasting skies.
And coiled taverns in waking earthen boils.
Seldom a smoke a rising house denies.
as farmers avid collect the fodder piles.
Beauty rinsed in early Morning dews .
Prickling sun beams that frivol flirting flowers.
A shinning Red now assumes glossy hues.
As Earthly pilgrim is baptized in Holy waters.
Sunrise makes such sights immensely Charming.
As Shadows of past are melting into this Burning.
(PS-Iambic pentameter A metrical pattern in poetry which consists of five iambic feet per line. (An iamb, or iambic foot, consists of one unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable.The shakespearean sonnet here has rhyming schemes as a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. 14 lines divided into 3 stanzas of 4 lines each and ending in a rhyming couplet)
And hustling of crickets on gritty grassy ground.
catches the stingy hoards of tricky lights.
as eastern barrack begets the scarlet round.
It Plucks darkness that troubled fasting skies.
And coiled taverns in waking earthen boils.
Seldom a smoke a rising house denies.
as farmers avid collect the fodder piles.
Beauty rinsed in early Morning dews .
Prickling sun beams that frivol flirting flowers.
A shinning Red now assumes glossy hues.
As Earthly pilgrim is baptized in Holy waters.
Sunrise makes such sights immensely Charming.
As Shadows of past are melting into this Burning.
(PS-Iambic pentameter A metrical pattern in poetry which consists of five iambic feet per line. (An iamb, or iambic foot, consists of one unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable.The shakespearean sonnet here has rhyming schemes as a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. 14 lines divided into 3 stanzas of 4 lines each and ending in a rhyming couplet)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Racial Device ( a free verse for the free mind)
(Humbly dedicated to the 'modern superstitions'
and the racists who are worth the Ridicule.
Though with a gentle heart ;))
The vanity of colored countenances ,
I do not know how!
But have butchered many dreams of our brethren.
From times that have been called Modern.
The first world ,then there is second
And then there is third!
The classes of colors and castles of uselessness,
Age old stupidity ‘colored’ with new spices.
The Houses that are white!
And the House That are black!
But None House here for man
And this filth that governs OUR clan.
Inside the unholy holies
Lies a spirit of Books that divide
Slowly poisoning the young minds to wars,
And every heart is scathe with scars
When the darkness falls over the human shadows
Even the darkest desires of men become invisible.
And in that Blank chapter of history
Many unspeakables are written in red.
I have seen many eager prophets,
No different than ordinary men,even worse
Because they have secret sanctions
For the sins that are of ‘divine force’.
But Mother doesn’t like a single child any special.
And The Earth is mother of all
And we are raised to same stories.
believe us,all mothers have same worries.
In the civilized men and women,Though.
I saw the hound dogs ,
Killing the law of truth for fun .
They have no idea what they have got.
On outside they are all smiling
And with books of justice of device
But Inside there is the proud devil
And the crooks and the malice.
Salvation is false story
Truth of your heavens is always gory
And the talks of oneness ,but mere talks
As long as this modern superstition walks.
As long as this coveted pride divides
Two brothers houses
There will be the slaughter of Mankind
And whichever side that wins
The loser is always The Man.
and the racists who are worth the Ridicule.
Though with a gentle heart ;))
The vanity of colored countenances ,
I do not know how!
But have butchered many dreams of our brethren.
From times that have been called Modern.
The first world ,then there is second
And then there is third!
The classes of colors and castles of uselessness,
Age old stupidity ‘colored’ with new spices.
The Houses that are white!
And the House That are black!
But None House here for man
And this filth that governs OUR clan.
Inside the unholy holies
Lies a spirit of Books that divide
Slowly poisoning the young minds to wars,
And every heart is scathe with scars
When the darkness falls over the human shadows
Even the darkest desires of men become invisible.
And in that Blank chapter of history
Many unspeakables are written in red.
I have seen many eager prophets,
No different than ordinary men,even worse
Because they have secret sanctions
For the sins that are of ‘divine force’.
But Mother doesn’t like a single child any special.
And The Earth is mother of all
And we are raised to same stories.
believe us,all mothers have same worries.
In the civilized men and women,Though.
I saw the hound dogs ,
Killing the law of truth for fun .
They have no idea what they have got.
On outside they are all smiling
And with books of justice of device
But Inside there is the proud devil
And the crooks and the malice.
Salvation is false story
Truth of your heavens is always gory
And the talks of oneness ,but mere talks
As long as this modern superstition walks.
As long as this coveted pride divides
Two brothers houses
There will be the slaughter of Mankind
And whichever side that wins
The loser is always The Man.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Journey to find the love.
The Journey to find the love,
I have started it many times,
My destinations have not come alive,
even though paths were lit with smiles
On the sublime shore of life ,
I have come along in a broken ship,
my wanderer is again to fly,
to the galaxies beyond this stream.
Every Path that I ever took,
had its own circle to break,
every day I ever won ,
Had its own pictures to take.
My Journey to find the love,
to the centre of every universe.
to defy all that is not love,
amongst this filling emptiness.
Sometime my journey talks to me,
and I recall my failures so far
I say this is not my destination ,
but a station amongst the stars.
I will keep on traveling,
till I am at the heart of Mankind ,
I have billion lands to cross
till I end my journey in silence.
I have started it many times,
My destinations have not come alive,
even though paths were lit with smiles
On the sublime shore of life ,
I have come along in a broken ship,
my wanderer is again to fly,
to the galaxies beyond this stream.
Every Path that I ever took,
had its own circle to break,
every day I ever won ,
Had its own pictures to take.
My Journey to find the love,
to the centre of every universe.
to defy all that is not love,
amongst this filling emptiness.
Sometime my journey talks to me,
and I recall my failures so far
I say this is not my destination ,
but a station amongst the stars.
I will keep on traveling,
till I am at the heart of Mankind ,
I have billion lands to cross
till I end my journey in silence.
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