This cant be the year of the atheist
For I long a dope
Enchanting violet forms of chloroform
Violet shades of sadness and sky scrapping irritation
Can I dope?
At least once can I allow my soul to believe what I hate the most?
A holiday in pseudo tranquility
An aching head on the shoulder of the one
No matter how imaginary he is, can I?
Truth comes with its price
For there is no morning kiss
It slaps your face and dissolves your dreams
My arms are tired bearing this torch
I have its fuel, but no extra arms
It hurts my elbow, my tiny tender elbow
Allow me today to keep this aside, for just these 5 minutes
Physical limits of an unbound soul
Rational facets of unknown emotions
Unheard voices, which never existed,
Can I try to hear them?
Allow me to play like a duck,
And swim in this magma
and pretend getting chills
I need something to put my burden on
How can this small brain bear all this burden
No matter how true the truth is
I ask for my dope
I am a criminal now!
For I have hurt my own ego
But at least once can’t I hurt it?
I promise tomorrow I shall be an atheist again
I promise I won’t ask for rest
But let this brother of your rest
At least today
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Bonsai
Straight lines form circles
Merged circles form spirals
Trapped and handcuffed, coiled
Twisted cocaine stained distress
Honeycomb rooms confuse him
Frustrations are grenades
They burst captive veins
Ache, fury, rant and rave
Capture a puzzled 6 year old adult
Last autumns dead leafs,
Piled up on a newborn sapling
And swallowed his share of light, air and water
Trampled under elephant’s feet’s, the sapling lost its first leaf
Smothered sapling longs light
And tries hard to peep
Timeless Illusions
“I cant allow dragons to swallow my sun”
“Nor shall I stay here and witness my nights getting darker”
The not-so-sane-kid becomes a ninja
An insane ninja,
Forecloses his existence
Doesn’t all this look serene,
From his proud mothers eyes?
Dark circled eyes shed tears of hope
A widow finds her new shore
For her son can walk now
For he is free
Uncoiled, untangled
Limping towards his share of light
He looks at his mother
A feminine heart knows his pains
It signals her eyes to shed few last drops
And drench this sapling
Soak him with her affection
“My son can walk now”
“he is not crazed!”
Merged circles form spirals
Trapped and handcuffed, coiled
Twisted cocaine stained distress
Honeycomb rooms confuse him
Frustrations are grenades
They burst captive veins
Ache, fury, rant and rave
Capture a puzzled 6 year old adult
Last autumns dead leafs,
Piled up on a newborn sapling
And swallowed his share of light, air and water
Trampled under elephant’s feet’s, the sapling lost its first leaf
Smothered sapling longs light
And tries hard to peep
Timeless Illusions
“I cant allow dragons to swallow my sun”
“Nor shall I stay here and witness my nights getting darker”
The not-so-sane-kid becomes a ninja
An insane ninja,
Forecloses his existence
Doesn’t all this look serene,
From his proud mothers eyes?
Dark circled eyes shed tears of hope
A widow finds her new shore
For her son can walk now
For he is free
Uncoiled, untangled
Limping towards his share of light
He looks at his mother
A feminine heart knows his pains
It signals her eyes to shed few last drops
And drench this sapling
Soak him with her affection
“My son can walk now”
“he is not crazed!”
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Happy souls
Emotions speak after midnight
Passions trapped in mosquito net
Two of us, one you and one little me
May our shadows merge in darkest hours
United souls in a trance world
lub-lub, one after other
two merry hearts,
beating together
and does warmth find its way on it own?
Or is it guided by the music of beating hearts?
Legs shouldn’t have bones
Knees are not needed
Seamlessly floating bodies
Find a new shore
awake and toxicated
two explorers in native lands
a strange exploration begins
alive and muddled
new flowers, new mountains
a new ocean for our new land
warm hands caress someone’s hairs
yet they tingle scalp, naughty they are!
Lips move without speaking a single word
they cant bear silence,
effortlessly they move
and mock pink shoulders
white teeth hide behind them
and witness this new indulgence
an unmapped feature of this strange globe
an oasis with coconut trees
oh society!
nomads know these routes!
You smile gently and look away
And I dig my eyes on your offset eyes
Souls closely bounded
changed positions cant take them apart
Lust is fun
Passions trapped in mosquito net
Two of us, one you and one little me
May our shadows merge in darkest hours
United souls in a trance world
lub-lub, one after other
two merry hearts,
beating together
and does warmth find its way on it own?
Or is it guided by the music of beating hearts?
Legs shouldn’t have bones
Knees are not needed
Seamlessly floating bodies
Find a new shore
awake and toxicated
two explorers in native lands
a strange exploration begins
alive and muddled
new flowers, new mountains
a new ocean for our new land
warm hands caress someone’s hairs
yet they tingle scalp, naughty they are!
Lips move without speaking a single word
they cant bear silence,
effortlessly they move
and mock pink shoulders
white teeth hide behind them
and witness this new indulgence
an unmapped feature of this strange globe
an oasis with coconut trees
oh society!
nomads know these routes!
You smile gently and look away
And I dig my eyes on your offset eyes
Souls closely bounded
changed positions cant take them apart
Lust is fun
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Grow my children, grow!
My saffron My greens
My dreams, my passions
My greens my saffrons
I took them for a royal ride
To show them a world unseen
I had the rudder
Saffron’s did the sails
And greens mended my deck
Innocent were the saffron
Cute were my greens
Laughing at every jibe
Hands Patting backs
Hands holding backs
air filled with milkyness
Sweeter, tendered saffron mystifying atmosphere
And my greens, flourished with my saffron
Played a symphony of cuteness,
My little greeny leaf once woke me up
Took me on the deck
And we screamed along
Spring it is! It is spring!
And together we saw,
His majesty rising
Party it is!
And treat it was!
In the middle of the ocean
We were together
Before I could say another word
My greens turned grey
My saffarons spit fires
and winds did betray us
Crack! Shattering my deck, My mast came down,
Where do kids learn to fight?
Ribs broken
Corpses everywhere
Brothers killed brothers
Loved ambushed loved
Sky is no more blue!
No! its not green!
No! its not red!
Its black, shaded and tattered
Breeze sang Satan’s hymns
I watched my saffarons die
I saw my greens dying
Enough! That’s enough!
Don’t you dare fight!
But who hears this monk?
Nobody!
My little green was weeping
My newborn saffaron needed me
I took my two babies
Green in one
saffaron in other
dived in the ocean
to hell with your ship! To hell with you all!
And I swam a hundred miles
Reached this island
kids are best left with outsiders
and we are outsiders
refugees, who run away from pain, from sufferings,
from tears and from blood.
So here I stand, right on this rock
With my scratched fingernails
And laughing face
All alone, watching them rise again.
Grow my children grow!
My dreams, my passions
My greens my saffrons
I took them for a royal ride
To show them a world unseen
I had the rudder
Saffron’s did the sails
And greens mended my deck
Innocent were the saffron
Cute were my greens
Laughing at every jibe
Hands Patting backs
Hands holding backs
air filled with milkyness
Sweeter, tendered saffron mystifying atmosphere
And my greens, flourished with my saffron
Played a symphony of cuteness,
My little greeny leaf once woke me up
Took me on the deck
And we screamed along
Spring it is! It is spring!
And together we saw,
His majesty rising
Party it is!
And treat it was!
In the middle of the ocean
We were together
Before I could say another word
My greens turned grey
My saffarons spit fires
and winds did betray us
Crack! Shattering my deck, My mast came down,
Where do kids learn to fight?
Ribs broken
Corpses everywhere
Brothers killed brothers
Loved ambushed loved
Sky is no more blue!
No! its not green!
No! its not red!
Its black, shaded and tattered
Breeze sang Satan’s hymns
I watched my saffarons die
I saw my greens dying
Enough! That’s enough!
Don’t you dare fight!
But who hears this monk?
Nobody!
My little green was weeping
My newborn saffaron needed me
I took my two babies
Green in one
saffaron in other
dived in the ocean
to hell with your ship! To hell with you all!
And I swam a hundred miles
Reached this island
kids are best left with outsiders
and we are outsiders
refugees, who run away from pain, from sufferings,
from tears and from blood.
So here I stand, right on this rock
With my scratched fingernails
And laughing face
All alone, watching them rise again.
Grow my children grow!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
cinderella girl
glossy lips,rossy cheeks,tiny eyes
madness it was
when you walked past me
back then, I could smell a thousand orchids
plunging my nose in your fragrances
I stood, mesmerized
was it heaven?
you must have heard my sealed lips singing
my heart dancing on your fingernails
flowers bloomed in a hairy chest
made my lifeless lip smile
swift you were
when you were leaving
was it humor?
for I laughed before I could realize
that dried tears could leave a a salty trail
calling it a day
heartbeats went numb
for they needed rest
for mending a heart where they belonged
for doped heartbeat can never comfort ones soul
madness it was
when you walked past me
back then, I could smell a thousand orchids
plunging my nose in your fragrances
I stood, mesmerized
was it heaven?
you must have heard my sealed lips singing
my heart dancing on your fingernails
flowers bloomed in a hairy chest
made my lifeless lip smile
swift you were
when you were leaving
was it humor?
for I laughed before I could realize
that dried tears could leave a a salty trail
calling it a day
heartbeats went numb
for they needed rest
for mending a heart where they belonged
for doped heartbeat can never comfort ones soul
Monday, March 7, 2011
Pilgrimage of an Atheist
They tossed an atheist
In the fire of theists
Broke his legs and made him kneel
He bowed, He Knelt
With his broken back
with tears in his eyes
he asked
where is god? where is god?
They slammed his face
on their deity's legs
he asked again, where is god?
and yes, his nose was bleeding
You are a non believer, you! Damn You!
said them all, echoing were the voices
and deafening was their noise
Thats what I am, He smiled,
and screamed
in your ocean of sanity I am the wild!
slit my wrists and hammer my bones!
make my veins bleed and dry up
let this bloodshed of mine make you merry
for, this universe needs humans
more than it needs your deity
He raised his bloody arms and cried
"I have traveled this universe many time,
with my imagination and my metaphors
found countless inspirations"
"and when fear burns my heart I remember them all"
Why should I believe a forced thought?
can I not be what I always was?
My mothers child, lover of this world, Thats all I ever was.
should I bow down for something ever
which is not even close to fragments of my imagination?
said he
and he bleed and bleed and bleed
and he cried and cried and cried
soon his voices were diluted
and everything he was, was lost.
his body, shattered
his arms, broken
his hope, hammered
and his life, gone, forever
In the fire of theists
Broke his legs and made him kneel
He bowed, He Knelt
With his broken back
with tears in his eyes
he asked
where is god? where is god?
They slammed his face
on their deity's legs
he asked again, where is god?
and yes, his nose was bleeding
You are a non believer, you! Damn You!
said them all, echoing were the voices
and deafening was their noise
Thats what I am, He smiled,
and screamed
in your ocean of sanity I am the wild!
slit my wrists and hammer my bones!
make my veins bleed and dry up
let this bloodshed of mine make you merry
for, this universe needs humans
more than it needs your deity
He raised his bloody arms and cried
"I have traveled this universe many time,
with my imagination and my metaphors
found countless inspirations"
"and when fear burns my heart I remember them all"
Why should I believe a forced thought?
can I not be what I always was?
My mothers child, lover of this world, Thats all I ever was.
should I bow down for something ever
which is not even close to fragments of my imagination?
said he
and he bleed and bleed and bleed
and he cried and cried and cried
soon his voices were diluted
and everything he was, was lost.
his body, shattered
his arms, broken
his hope, hammered
and his life, gone, forever
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Seasonal patriotism
We owe our freedom to the great deeds of our freedom fighters. We appreciate the efforts which were spent to make this nation what it is today. If cursing flaws of ones nation is termed as being inconsiderate then I doubt the very definition of the word “patriotism”. Finding flaws in existing social system and striving hard to correct them should be ideally the perfect definition of patriotism. Today is 15th aug 2010, we Indians “celebrate” this day as our independence day. Out of nowhere all the music channels start humming the tunes of patriotic music which was written by perhaps many of our freedom fighters. On this very day, I see people taking oaths to be the perfect sons n daughters of this very soil. Patriotism seems to flow endlessly in the souls n veins of millions of people. Words like “national pride”, “valor”, “dedication” are spoken a million times throughout the day. Nothing is wrong with all this! I honestly believe the day when we got our freedom needs to be remembered.
But why is it that on the 16th of august itself many individuals seem to forget all the oaths the proclaimed on 15th? Why is it that they don’t seem to honor the valor which they had just the day before? Where is the “patriotism” gone? I have seen people talking gallantry stuff when they are drunk, but when I meet them next morning they don’t seem to remember a single word they uttered the night before. After thinking about all these aspects, i don’t see a difference between those drunken men’s and these seasonal patriots. Forgetfulness is perhaps the biggest virtue of these seasonal patriots, “hypocrisy” being the second. A person who once shouted loud for his country in the streets seems busy with his routine lunacy, he effortlessly spreads garbage everywhere he visits and presents an epitome of the shameless litterbug. The students who swore that they would help the poor and needy suddenly get occupied with the thoughts of getting a job in a financially stronger country. I personally don’t see any harm in working for foreign nations, but i hate the people who laugh at me when I whine about the flaws about our society. That’s because the people who once designated me as a traitor are now dreaming wild about there job in USA and the people who once tagged me as a lunatic are now busy preparing for job interviews in UK.
I honestly believe that the human race should join its hands together and treat the entire planet as a single country. When I read about the orphans in some poor countries I feel helpless for not being able to help them. I want a world where people respect each other and love others. And this is how I believe the word “patriotism” will get a new meaning. That way, we wont need any visa to visit the North Pole and nor will our brothers and sisters in some poor places be banned from entering our vicinity. Let the peace prevail. May we all enjoy earth as a mutually shared planet without the existence of these national boundaries.
But why is it that on the 16th of august itself many individuals seem to forget all the oaths the proclaimed on 15th? Why is it that they don’t seem to honor the valor which they had just the day before? Where is the “patriotism” gone? I have seen people talking gallantry stuff when they are drunk, but when I meet them next morning they don’t seem to remember a single word they uttered the night before. After thinking about all these aspects, i don’t see a difference between those drunken men’s and these seasonal patriots. Forgetfulness is perhaps the biggest virtue of these seasonal patriots, “hypocrisy” being the second. A person who once shouted loud for his country in the streets seems busy with his routine lunacy, he effortlessly spreads garbage everywhere he visits and presents an epitome of the shameless litterbug. The students who swore that they would help the poor and needy suddenly get occupied with the thoughts of getting a job in a financially stronger country. I personally don’t see any harm in working for foreign nations, but i hate the people who laugh at me when I whine about the flaws about our society. That’s because the people who once designated me as a traitor are now dreaming wild about there job in USA and the people who once tagged me as a lunatic are now busy preparing for job interviews in UK.
I honestly believe that the human race should join its hands together and treat the entire planet as a single country. When I read about the orphans in some poor countries I feel helpless for not being able to help them. I want a world where people respect each other and love others. And this is how I believe the word “patriotism” will get a new meaning. That way, we wont need any visa to visit the North Pole and nor will our brothers and sisters in some poor places be banned from entering our vicinity. Let the peace prevail. May we all enjoy earth as a mutually shared planet without the existence of these national boundaries.
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