Flowers in our balcony garden

Every dawn unfolds with a splash of newer hues,
of aspirations that stretch beyond the realm of ready reality,
so ebullient,
so yellow...
Every twilight reaffirms that eternal quest to chase newer dawns,
while swimming in the same chasms of reality to seek newer truths,
so mystic,
so inky...
...And every night makes you wonder what is that truth that you so eagerly seek,
like the pattern how night unfolds and crushes the day so meek,
so stark,
so black.

Hues of the Day

Every dawn unfolds with a splash of newer hues,
of aspirations that stretch beyond the realm of ready reality,
so ebullient,
so yellow...

Every twilight reaffirms that eternal quest to chase newer dawns,
while swimming in the same chasms of reality to seek newer truths,
so mystic,
so inky...

...And every night makes you wonder what is that truth that you so eagerly seek,
like the pattern how night unfolds and crushes the day so meek,
so stark,
so black.

Resolve

Just a blob of distant memory,
while the mind begins to dust them,
far away,
and newer, fresher ones,
seek to make their way,
into secret caverns and abysses.

I know no tomorrow,
but I know what spent my yesterday...

I know no clarity,
for it is a journey not the end point...

I know no escape,
and I shall never choose to...

Freedom

Every flame that takes birth with a burst of spark,
And seeks to endure even the harshest tempests,
Finally spreading the warm orange glow of serenity and freedom...

...But what is that elusive freedom,
for which we had to die, and kill,
Be hated, and hate,
or
Be lonely, and just wait,
till that moment of apparent clarity
as if those chains that you willed,
ceased to exist,
Were they chains embedded in your mind,
or just no more than a figment w emade ourselves to believe we were trapped in...

...Of what use is that freedom that bonds you,
into doing what you do,
thinking the way you think,
can life actually be made to reset,
in a mere blink?

...And what does it mean to be free,
and claim that righful space in your "own" blue skies,
when all that you will do is,
to fight for a slice of its pie?

Pitch Black

Aren't we all killed,

a bit by bit,
just at different times,
or the time might be same,
but what stays intact - my dear friend,
is that we get killed...
and we will get killed.

 

Reality, time, soul and the mind

All quite, all still,
And in the darkness the mind wills,
To confront the soul,
Wiping away the dusts of time...

...Yet time chooses on its own,
The wandering mind or the soul so lone,
To confront what's real,
And spits away the unreal grime.

Truth

Just when the streams of morn daylight,
Cast a halo all around you,
A tiny tassle of cloggy cloud makes it way up,
And begins doubting everything that has ever been true...

.. Yet you smile and stay on course,
Uncertain, unknown, against every such force,
If every truth needed to be challenged,
Is truth itself an illusory hope....?

Happiness

I am happy...
.. Not because I got rated high,
Nor did I buy a phantom bike,
Nor did my day not contain any sighs...,
... I am happy
Because I try,
And each time that I fall,
I get some blessing in disguise.
Thank you each passing day for making me wise :)

Stoic

I choose my battles, I choose my peace,
Whom to look away from, none to please,
Am I better off alone or shall I seek me in you?
Life's one agreement where I pay my own lease....

Friday 5 pm eccentricities v2

I ain’t no king on lame ass donk

or a lame ass king on a good enough donk

I eat no grapes 'cus I loathe all fruits

Give me a muffin and I ll polish off the loot :P

It’s a Friday and I just can’t sloth more

And then too I get christened as one big bore!

The good news is the weekend is all mine!

When I ll sit happily to write more rhymes!!!!

Friday 5 pm eccentricities

A lame-ass king being fed grapes while he is trolling around on his pony,
As he hmmphs and bellows to alert his crawling cranky cronies,
And his big pot-belly of greed goes wiggly wooggly whoosh,
He can’t even jump off the beast as he ain’t wearing any shoes!


Sigh!! such kings exist even today; across valleys, rivers and mounds,
High decibel are their trumpets, not the slightest sanity around
If even one of them thought for a change, to rule their land with able brains,
Happy we will live ever after, no monies of ours never ever drained.

 

Death and Life || (Caveat: not for serious reading)

I am dead

so dead

black death

deader than death itself

my death knows no bounds

it stinks like a bloodhound

super high piled on a mound

is my grief spilling around

and from here my friend

it’s all down down down

 

I am alive

So alive

Yellow life

Brighter than light! :P

My life knows no bounds

Its rounder than the nose of a clown

Sometimes red, sometimes brown

But mostly a yellow and cheerful sound

And from here my friend

It’s my awesome life that I have found!

Dawn and Night

The lingering dawn,

As it sprouts with life,

A life so yellow

With hope and light,

Just like a nascent bud

Hoping to wake up

And bloom on

In her lingering dawn.

 

The ravenous night,

As it seeks to plight,

The plunder of all things-

Pristine white,

Just like a dying moss,

Darting its fangs,

Choking all life with his might,

His ravenous night…

The Wait

Tawny sunset,
Misty eyes,
Distant hope.
yet goes on life...

A life that changes with each passing day,
A life that changes with every letter read,
yet goes on life,
yet goes on life...

Flight

I dream of wings, 
I dream to fly,
Gather all these dreams,
Through my own eyes..
And all my sisters,
I bleed when they cry,
Was it wrong for them to dream,
To dream to fly...?

Shakti

A mother or a daughter,
A wife or a friend.
And most importantly, 
Let her faith not end...

... in humanity..

Respect Women...
Respect Your own SELF.


"Shakti', in pen and ink

11 PM vanities

Eleven at night and the usual din,
Flights of fancy and distant whims,
Yet in the sanctum of my being,
Flickers a thought widely unseen,
"Its high time now you re-start to gym" :D

The Pink Buffalo

The Pink Buffalo...



She snorts, She pouts,
and smirks while he shouts,
as he sees her -
drowned in the gulps of his guilts,
when he seethes in his megalomaniac fits...

The Pink Buffalo...
She makes her steady mark,
The mark of all things dark,
that haunt our country's present,
is this what we wanted as heaven?

The Pink Buffalo...
She wants you to see her,
She wants you to think,
we always have a choice,
we can either lose or win...

...The Pink Buffalo

"Matru ki bijli ka mandola", is a satire that will make you wonder is it about time we stopped kidding ourselves and rise to action rather than condemning our past and compromising with our present...?

Great job Vishal Bhardwaj!