Podium of ice

A label stuck on my chest, plated in gold

Reads my name on it, printed in bold.

Yes, I stand here and I am the winner,

Underneath me stands the world, the so called loser.

It’s a buyout and it’s a sale.

A ruthless trade of world so pale.

The merchandise even sold death at sanctum

But nothing could buy a life at any premium.

A specific fun was the battle of guns,

Lethal fire of arms, without a sound

I exchanged the mental games with many,

The wars ended with winners,

Losers died or ran with their shoes wary.

Such was the path to fame,

Something to blame or is it just a game.

Those who played it without the fear

If nothing, at the end had their eyes very clear.

Defeat was unknown and I became ruler,

Won every race and felt immortal.

Cemeteries were the steps for me,

In the competition to reach the top.

When I reached there I was left to wonder,

What were all those graves for?

Was that fiery kill just for this cold thrill?

Can I stay here for any length on my own will?

An eternal pale white surrounding me,

Underneath my feet it started melting.

I couldn’t stand it nor could I run

The cold inside, lit me to burn.

Was it a superfluous desire or a blatant cliché.

The end had to be a cold sellout with the buyer to burn.

As I realized I reached the summit,

That sold so many deaths, to buy a life

Win was a misnomer and life, miss-spelt

There was nothing but that cold touch,

I knew I stood on the Podium of ice.

Posthumous Phantasm

A palette full of colors,

Burgeoning in my eyes,

My feelings I could mirror,

In those beautiful dyes.

It was a chaotic passion,

Worked like an industrious mason.

The pandemonium was just a premise,

It inflicted in me, a benevolent malice.

It wasn’t a palace of clichéd verve,

The impulsive fantasy numbed my nerve.

A colorful joy ride of my fingers,

Painted the personified simplicity with fervor.

Frenzied by the creation of mine,

Kept it in my eyes and never let it on any line.

Blind did I become to a dreaming world,

In the reality of my dream, my mind swirled.

Aloft I went sailing in my fanaticism,

Went high and sailed into a frantic prism.

It split my colors and threw me back down,

A cast away into reality and I had to drown.

Choked to death, in the air of falsity,

I am lost in reality and dead in passivity.

Mortal is the world and my passion, immortal.

Life of mine lies in the reality of virtual.

Abstruse to comprehend by the realism,

I am dead but a posthumous phantasm.

The GOLIATH

In the Armageddon of death,

An unprecedented war is on cards.

A game is gonna be played,

On the cemetery of peace.

The battle of sorts, as bewildering it’s gonna be,

Like a hurricane liquidating a desert.

A war between the king of heat and the knight of cold

But they fight with exchanged souls.

A desert is cold deep inside and

A hurricane is burning heat within.

On one side stands the reckless destroyer,

Sucking blood and being ruthless.

With the shining sword of devour,

The king of immense prowess.

This time the king will face him,

On the other side stands maverick of salvage.

The king of desert had enough heat and fire.

The hurricane bought the cold water, to kill it entire.

But the king fought back with a hellfire inferno,

Vaporizing the cold but suffered a deep dark burrow.

The battle was no longer a fight of force,

But the longed tangle of exchanged souls.

Heat was the symbol of persistence,

Cold is to be impulsive and break with lack of prudence.

“I came to you, challenging your commotion.

The ashes turning white, the fiery sand of destruction.

I had the exchanged soul and your ignorance had to bow,

My body would die I knew,

But I killed your soul.”

The god worshiped as fire lies dead and cold,

The white fiery sand turns gray cold ashes.

He took the battle on with symphony of valor,

Destroyed the god with false soul and exposed his color.

He showed the end to the deficiency of god,

And hence named, GOd LIberating ATHeist, the “GOLIATH”.

SAIL ON

How could he have been on this land,
Being in the world of abysmal pressure.
How could he have walked a million miles,
Finding the light of hope and pleasure.


He was all free, at his own will,
He could have flown world around.
He was never bogged down by the bait of gold.
Banal wasn’t his trait but trite yet,
To himself he became one treason.


He was just too lost.
He could find a way out.
He'll find a way out.


How could I have found,
The land which would bailout my hope.
Sailed the dark seas of high thrust
Without knowing where to go.


How could I have stopped,
Knowing, I got nowhere to go.
The hope that kept me on,
Was the belief of bright new dawn.


Those were the days, when he lost,
His feet, owing to a worthless dream.
Crushed in pain, due to the thrust,
He lost his mind to a hopeless realm.


Naive in belief, dumb in his deeds,
Millions of cries to long and expedite.
Tumbled from peak, but he stood on his feet
Burnt his temper while his patience was kidding.


But he would never give up.
On his feet he had to stand up.
He just stood up.


How could I have just crept on,
Showing no courage of a man.
Walked a million miles,
But I never let my hope go down.


How could I not succeed,
In finding land of hope and pleasure
The seas of pressure gave me a lesion,
That cured only when I sailed on.

Subtle

A pursuit begins, a journey starts,

It starts with a foul cry.

I don’t understand, if it’s a cry of joy

Or weep of a saddened toy.

Time advances, so does life.

A long journey or a sojourn is a thing to decide.

A string of time, we try to fill

With pearls of dreams, down the frill.

A battle lost is always lame,

A race won means a diamond’s fame

A boon is it when one’s on the grass,

A bane to find it’s less green than the class.

A pursuit as it began,

A race as it is, life is just to run

In the madness of headless minds

To hurt your feet and to crack down on the spikes.

Of all its hardness, with all its madness,

Life still has the beauty of amorousness.

A feeling that keeps one’s heart pumping,

A hope that keeps one’s life moving.

Love is what you need,

Care is what you want,

A dream to pursue and a will to run.

But then life is so hard that

It’s a chase against time to end up with no time.

When I look back at the end of the race,

I realize, I am lamer on my loss,

Than on the diamond’s fame.

I realize, when you want it, you don’t have it,

And when you have it, you don’t need it.

Life is just to lose time to win a race.

But then, at the end, I realized the rule of ebony

That life is such a “Subtle Irony”.

Latch, Lock and Lose

The merchant of fate, the trader of life,

Offered me a drop of honey someday.

The honey was sweet and I told him,

“I’m blessed to have such sweet honey”.

The merchant made me an offer.

Hard to resist was it.

He said I’d get a drop of the honey everyday

But, that’d be for a favor.

The merchant took me to a mansion.

The honey was housed in it.

It was a mansion of infinite honey,

My life’d be too short to consume it.

My job was now to be a lock.

A lock on the doors of honey mansion.

The return was a drop a day.

Given that I was guarding infinite every day.

I latched onto my job well.

I was happy with my reward,

Until the god of greed came to me.

He made me an offer; I had no chance to resist.

Greed god told me, I could be with

The queen of honey, the source of infinite honey.

I jumped onto the offer,

But he asked me for a favor.

The favor was to unlatch, to unlock

I had to betray the fortress, I had to steal the honey.

But the Greed got me and the queen left me.

Fool was I to not realize

That fate was the master of enterprise.

Greed was a test of character,

And I had to be the loser.

Fate made an offer, to latch, to lock.

Greed made an offer, to unlatch, to unlock.

I made a choice to have a drop every day,

Now I lose a chance to see my queen every single day.

The fate and his agent greed,

Had my test of life and the result

Was etched on my forehead,

“Latch, Lock and Lose”.

Amalgam

I was living dead, I was alone.

Empty was my life, heavy was my soul.

To my surprise, someday a present awaited at my doors.

I was delighted to see it.

It read, "to love with life”.

As the gift was unwrapped slowly,

I started losing spell 

And bound was my mouth.

An acute turnaround happened,

I realized that I found my life.

I started feeling delight in days,

I started feeling coolness of nights.

I shook off my dullness and shrugged off my lethargy,

Enthusiasm pumped in my heart,

I became mercurial.

The gift was ineffable,

The feeling I had was empyreal.

Exuberance of the experience I had,

Was inexpressible.

The lackluster in me was negated,

It polished me and I became lustrous as silver.

Beauty of life did I realize,

Mercurial did become my personality.

I shone like silver all over

My gift made a man out of me.

I need to submit myself,

As amalgam of enthusiasm and delight,

To what made me, “with love to life”.

Reflection

I am searching for a sinner

A sin he committed was to cheat his soul.

I need to punish him,

To give the dignity to self esteem, that it deserves.

The binocular of soul,

Captures your smallest sin.

The best scope you have

Is to surrender for reprieve.

A fool runs away from his soul's eyes,

Never reaches boundary till he dies.

He was confused, he was on the run,

A necessity to survive, sufficiency to find.

Commitment lacked in his will

To scale the mountains of the consummation.

Drained his respect for self into the gut,

He committed a sin.

The path of evil, crossed his run,

He double crossed his soul, to get the gun.

Shot himself but his body,

Shot at binocular, being nobody.

Bagful of sins, he is trying to hide,

Lost his pride to an egoist tide.

Searching was I for this person.

Rags were all he was left with,

Trying to escape form the eyes of his soul.

Falling apart with his sins

And running around with those bins.

I finally found him dead in a mirror,

He was nobody but my reflection.

Memories

Yet another day of wonderful thoughts,

Yet another night of sweet dreams,

Time just ticks away and we won’t know,

The catching up game we play,

Amidst the hysteresis of memories.


Time has no beginning and there can be no end,

We found time to be looping,

But it actually runs helical.

Time cannot have memory but creates some.

The lack of experience, the want to learn,

The dreams of future and books to burn.

Kicked the tensions aside and then we played,

The sun or the rains, we never cared.

Innocence was our character,

Friendship, we’d never give up.

Imagination had no limits,

Be it pranks or ranks.

Smile was a gift god gave us,

Our job was to spread.

We retired from the job,
And found ourselves wanting,
Out of the school and want of bread.


The joy we shared, the pranks we played,

To forgive, parents and teachers were always there.

Mistakes we did and we did learn,

The lessons of life and out on the run.

Innocence had its time reversed,

We grew up and it went down.

We made friends, went places,

The joy of adolescence was a different trial.

Initially, we were keen

Then, Different in teen,

And now, something to mean.

Time changed us, as always it’s been.

Cherish the moments, cos that’s all we have,

Remember the memories, cos that’s what we can.

The moments we gathered from our time,

We cannot go back there,

Save them in the memories,

And play them on the mind’s screen,

At the end of the day.

Zindagi

Tried Hindi poetry for a change, inspired by ZNMD.

Raahon mein itni tanhaayiyan hai kyon

Aankehn meri itni nam hai kyon.

In hothon ki pyaas mit-ti nahin hai kyon,

In lafzon mein pyaar bhar rahi hai kyon.

Nigaahon mein teri parchaayiyan hai kyon,

Khayalon mein tu aati hai kyon

Yaadein teri is dil ko bharein itna,

Ki aankhein meri bhar aati hai kyon.

Zindagi hai yeh waqt ka safar,

Ghadi ke kaanton ki tarah bas chalte hai ham.

Har waqt lage kahin aur hai manzil,

Chalte rehte hain hum dhoondte hue saahil.

Ud raha hai aaj dil mera,

In havaoon ke pankh lekar,

Baadalon ko jhaank-ke mein dekhoon,

Lage ki poora aasman hai mera

Armaanon ki is kashti mein,

Khoya humne hai bahut paya kam.

Lekin jo paya woh kimti hai itna,

Ki zindagi ko jeena seekh gaye hai hum.

Chodke sab kuch chalte hain hum,

Bas yaadon ko leke jaa rahe hain.

Raahein kholke apni baahein hai bula rahi

Zindagi ko dhoondte hue niklein hain hum.

Phir bhi, raahon mein itni tanhaayiyan hai kyon

Aankehn meri itni nam hai kyon.

Apathy

In the graveyard, I don’t know if am
The one in the grave smiling
Or the one standing outside and crying.
But I stand solid like a rock
I buried my emotions.

Decaying is my interest
In the artificial society
Constructed on the concrete of status
I find it hard to smile but laugh aloud inside.
A look into your eyes is enough
Even though your lips smile.

My blood has turned cold
And I don’t feel nothing
My feelings got transfused into
The solution of apathy
When you cut my vein of patience.

The love you showed was
An artificial conscience
At the back of it was narcissism
Of self nourishment.
I couldn't cry at it neither could I smile
You were so unreal, I just let you fly.

I do not need anyone now
I do not feel anything.
The split emotionalist of mine
I buried him crying in the grave
And I stand outside smiling now
A freedom from artificial emotions,
I found my apathy.

Attempt

I am lunatic, I am safe

I have a barrier, Oh god it’s great.

Walled is my vision, Stoned is my will

I fear to look up cos space never ends.

Satisfaction is an evil,

Complacence, its attribute.

Negative child it breeds,

With dormant mutation in the gene.

Stagnancy is a disease,

Mostly undisputed.

A calamity can throw you away

The epidemic will kill.

There can be no trigger,

There is no gun.

I am clobbered by frustration,

I cannot retreat.

The surmounting lamentation

Presses me to attempt.

Blank is it all about

Cold is its nature

Hope is its savior

An attempt is

Attribute to temptation

Belief

I am a daemon, I am inside you.

I look for simplicity,

In your chaotic complexity

I look for you but am asked to believe.

Here comes the filth,

Superstition is its king,

Flies of ignorance,

Enslave your neurons

And breed in your maladroit.

Conquered in a conquest, I find you in distress.

But am still asked to believe.

God is whom you plead for

The freedom which you surrendered,

The cell was unidirectional

And you have no exit.

The stamp of timelessness

I can see in you.

You never lived in time,

You never progressed.

Still as it can get, better described dead

You finished yourself and how do I still believe.

Filled with filth of superstition

Dismayed in your timeless cage,

God was never there to bail you out

Betrayed are you from your faith.

And this is how,

I question your belief.

Paranoia

Disbelief, is all I can see myself with

Sanity has become insanity.

I will become perfect,

Studded with the diamonds of Paranoia

The world will swallow the diamonds

Signaling the death of the will.

Follow the shallow river,

And a canal will depart.

Sane in me, will take it deep.

But trapped in the depth of dark,

The sane will lose its light.

Sanity is delusion, Depth is dark.

Shallow will reach the ocean,

Purity dies to salinity.

Insanity is to run berserk through the world

Dance in its shallowness to spray all over

Only to die pure.

Trying to find difference in indifference,

Making my will, unwill.

Dating back my mind into future,

Cutting the diamonds with diamonds,

The Paranoia prevails.

Neural Pain

I feel like am floatin in the space

Fallin infinitely.

Which way to go, I’m confused

Can’t control it anyway.

Happiness has had only sojourn

In my place.

They say the space is filled with happiness

All I can see is void.

Sometimes I think I revolve Sun,

Sometimes I think otherwise.

The space is filled with so much black,

There is no surface to paint.

The space is squeezing me,

The neural pain is restraining me,

To infinitesimal.

The nerves are breaking down,

The nerves are breaking down.

I can find no light here,

No gravity pulls me near,

Infinite float in space.

Is my life gonna end this way

Neural pain will blow me away

Infinitesimal pieces in space.

Loop

In my life are scars, they're not goin

All the jumpin across the river

Only, lands me here

I'm so scared that they loop

I'm not to lose it all the way

The way I did all the way

Gotta win it someday.

I came running though to your place

You never looked at my face

I can only blame myself

You left me out of the place

I am not going away

This pain runs through my vein

Pushing as long as I can

The rain and those stars

Polished me so well

I could just come outa anonimity

But I gave up to my pity

I gave it all that I could

It never occured to me

I'm never gonna make it now

Now I can only see the loop

Which spirals to the void

I realized, that I am

Back at square one

I'm gonna digress from the path

I'm gonna depart form the rule

I'm gonna rule it now.

The Gush

My mind is so full

The gush of thoughts,

Well blows all the seals off.

First comes the personality

Next comes the present

Final gush is that of very existence.

The question, who am I, pulls the plug,

Then comes what am I for,

Later, its all whs.

To better that, the answers come by

They can only be turbulent

They fill it to the brim.

Then there is a moment it cracks,

The turbulence wins over,

But, my mind is blank again.

Faceless child

I am not myself,

Becomin someone else,

Its mirroring me a different self,

I guess its my faceless child.

I never had to plead,

Now am not sure what I need,

Its pulling me apart,

I guess its my faceless child.

I get carried away,

Emotions lubricationg the way,

I am losing the grip,

I guess its my faceless child.

I feel very different,

Wanna fly away and far,

Pressure is increasing,

I guess its my faceless child.

My life is on edge,

Its pushing me further down,

Losing control is very easy,

I guess its my faceless child.

Something's diluting my will,

Its atrocity is cutting me in,

I shall bounce back and find it now,

For this is my faceless child.

Violence

My head's bursting,

I wanna scream,

Patience's breaking,

Its time to crack.

I'm hit with strip of nails,

I walk punctured fatally,

I have run into fire,

It surely will melt.

Now its time to rebel,

For all you gave me,

I'm gonna give you back,

You guess how.

I wanna shoot into your head,

Wanna punch your jaw out,

I'm gonna tare your skin

And rip your skull apart.

I've realized that if pushed,

So violent I can be,

If I break apart,

Try and stop me.

Before I get lost

I like walkin streets of Mysore, but I wont get lost

Cause it does remind me of something

I like Its silent streets, the beautiful trees

Cause it does remind me of something

It makes me nostalgic almost invariably

Cause it does remind me of something

It might make me cry, but it does make me laugh

Life is just to move on, so do I

I know one can fight anything but fate

Then what's life to move on, but a fight.

I like riding off my bike, till I cant come back

Cause I dont want to remember anything,

I like running on the beach till I cant breathe

Cause I dont want to remember anything,

I like to stand on hilltop and measure my height

Cause I dont want to remember anything

Present is pleasant, past went past

Future's uncertain, never predict

I know time ticks off you cant stop

Then why bother about it, but its pace.

I like lying on my couch and sleep carelessly

Cause it deosn't remind me of anything

I like writing these lines and dont give a f__

If only it reminds me of anything.

(Inspired by an Audioslave song Doesn't remind me of anything )