27.09.09

Can’t I help my self
Just for some time..
It hurts to be absent
Am I of no use..
A thrown aside crushed piece of paper
Scribbled with useless daily tallies
Where do I get to from here
N what do I get in the end
What am I trying to accumulate
What am I trying to bargain
Is this what can make me of use
No im not again searching the purpose of my life
I just want to experience my life as a part of a life
Do I hardly make a difference
Even if it is all planned, am I meant to believe

28.09.09

Often it seems as a decade just passed a few moments back
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries

Home

Moist warmth of the air, concealing
nostalgia. Silence revealing
the whispers of the breath. Strolling
lonesome in the twilight, talking
quietly to the self , and remembering
the matured infancy of a lingering
past. Home, a place for purifying
my heart and comforting
my bleeding soul. Soothing
known voices sheltering from the perturbing
of an inhumane love. Home, pillowing
a peaceful night, before the dawn is instituting
the indomitable, eternal state of a human being.

Shadow

It was the most silent n numb night. The mood as usual was somber, after a lonesome walk. Not any different day. Passed memories captivating senses, lost in pain n helplessness, walking sluggishly towards the room. Just a step before the last, there was a shadow which shivered my heart. A shadow which inhabited darkness. Absorbed in complete invisibility, emptiness n silence. A shadow which shattered me to pieces once again. Another death of a piece of my peace. A seeming end for one more of the few last breaths. An idol was just murdered.

whithered rose

Have you seen the withered rose lying on a dusty road
Crushed by million feets n their unsympathetic abrasive heat
A rose which could bring a smile while a stroll in the aisle
Which could leave its essence every time you sensed its fragrance
Lying in blood, mashed and bruised in the mud
Does anyone care for the one that was once there
For its lost beauty, lost in nurturing a million of our prayers
Trampled by own loved ones, breathing its last breath
wont anyone care..wont anyone have any regrets?

04.09.09

I want to close my eyes n think that im no more. I want to feel that I am just a soul. That papers n proofs n results don’t make me me. That it doesn’t matter to anyone whether I live or die.The same way in which thousands of people sleep in rags on road without having even a single meal throughout the day,doesn’t matter to anyone. The same way that millions of parents abandoned by their bloody honourable children live a miserable life. N the same way that hundreds of physically impaired people n children are neglected n abused physically as well as mentally every day every where. If I am alive,n if I have to live anyways, then I would rather want to endure each n every feeling of pain n hurt which is caused because of the inhumane nature of someone like me. Im embarrassed to be alive n to be a part of this society.

if only-you were here

(after affects of the song- are you lonesome tonight.)
I’ll never be able to tell you
N even if I do
You wont understand
Time has changed
N things have changed
It hurts! No more can we walk hand in hand
So many words remain unsaid
So many remains unburnt
So many moments and.. wishes still alive
And a wounded heart n its immortal cries
Every time the wind blows, it unearths the sand
Walking bare feet on the molten memories
Has never been easy without you
Drifting numbed, every second, in the past
If only - you were there, the pain wont last
(1.you being there in my thoughts, the pain wud never end
2.You being there in my life again,the pain wud not sustain.)
Dunno why
Still it comforts to just think about you
N romanticize with the remnants

12.09.09

One upon a time there was a child
who admired a star in the sky.
The star was so bright
that it almost blinded the child’s sight
every time he looked. Beautiful in its way
it gave immense strength to the child
to shine one day. As the child gradually grew
the star came nearer n nearer.
He could feel the warmth of the star which mesmerized him.
He could bask n relish being in its light.
Slowly as time passed
the child started to realize
the stars light is not going to last.
He recognized that the light
that the star boasted off was not his own.
It was rather a mask upon his black soul
which the child now could not disown.
A memorable sky on a star lit night
Had turned a painful nightmare
The star which once stole his sight
has left him helpless n despair.