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Bliss of melancholy

Play, play for me,
You live for regrets,
I have no objection but,
You crib for solace.

I am no hope but I am just there,
I live the truth for you just don’t care.
You chose the pain, the eyes in disguise,
I wrote this script, to be precise.

Blame, I take all those,
Cos you’re just so lame, in search of room
To free yourself, you don’t realize
The clutch you hold, in your hands.

Let it sink, yes prune your mind,
This is the truth, be it dry.
Rain, it comes by, cooling
My eyes so dry, drained in those cries.

Pray or you’ll fall prey,
You hunt, or just get hunted.
Chase, away from you,
Those eyes that run, when you look
Into them, they just burn.

Pray for glee, play to be,
Sink the truth, chase the dark.
Blame on me, you’ll be my prey,
You’re set for pain, set for eyes to dry.

I am gloom, I am dark,
I am your truth, the script of dark corner.
You cry for caress, struggle to exist,
You just stay here, to vanish in gist,
I am melancholy, I am the bliss,
You run from me, you’ll never find peace.

Shadow of the Monk

I have been through this lane,
I have seen light.
Shines bright before me,
But casts a shadow behind.

Clear path or clear mind,
What is the clarity that you need to find?
Comprehend your thoughts cos they show you,
That it’s finding self and not the clarity u need.

Premise, you tumbled down the ladder,
It’s either a slippage or a breakage.
You think you did right but,
Careless steps or broken ladder
Unchecked, show you the place behind.

Mistakes you correct, move to the new,
Reach out for the ball cos it won’t come,
You get there alright, but another slip-up you do.
Reach out, get it, get up and move.

Message I told, you did learn,
Only mistakes teach you, cos that’s when you burn.
I thought I showed you path cos I am light,
You went ahead and showed me the dark sight.

Did I give you clarity? Burnt by the premise.
Learnt by the mistakes, you got your right
Conclusions told me the lessons
I gave light and showed the path,
And the dark matter stands beside.

Being mindful got you there,
Light gives clarity to move everywhere,
When I moved ahead, you came before me,
I realized I am no light but dark,
Cos you were the shadow of the monk.

Mortal God

In your closet he stands tall,
Shut in the locker, he breaths the wall
Protecting your sinister self,
He’s called when you need,
A forgiving toy when you make him bleed.

Bulky roses bound to please,
Free comes the thorn unseen
Prick the toy and find your blithe
And push the peril down the stream,
Fool’s bliss, what’s behind is unseen.

Sadist rumbles, kills the jungles,
Wishes jewels but credit fumbles.
Foreseen etiquette of the narcissist man
Balloon up but you’ll fall down,
Fractured will but ego frowns,
But for the kick you still wear crown.

Paint the success on your wall,
You fail to assess before you fall.
He helped you get there,
But you showed him your back.
He smiled and wrote there “free fall”.

He’s pulled out when you want one,
Dumped in closet, when you’re done.
The god was never there, the concept was flawed
More you used it, the more you mocked.

Your deeds get you where you are,
You attitude decides where you will be,
The God is mortal buried in brown,
He was never there but, wrote the rules down.

Primordial Hoax

Mark, Mark is in your name,
Its beauty gives the fame,
Bending with the flame, play the game.

Clean, clean in full regard,
Born to disregard,
The evolution train, with no brain.

Close, close your eyes and see,
The darkness in the sea,
Lucent showed the way, helped you be.
Grow, growing in the need,
Life was just to breed,
Survival in the game filled the greed.

Life was filled with glee,
Greed under skin of thee,
Cross the line and flee,
Don’t bow and disagree,
You evolved when you were set just free.

Hold, hold back in the tree,
The holy mystery,
Leaves not in the creed, became the weed.
High, high up in the sky,
Belief was there to lie,
Creating everything, and then rain.

Clown, clown sits in your brain,
Cloning the holy train,
No twist in the game ends the fame.
Name, name chains you to tree,
Break and set it free,
Leap and change the game, or lay bury.

Permafrost

I know how to flow through,

Leavin world to hold truth,

Fighting the rocks, blame it, pride

I just need to go through.

Rush of blood pumping in to my brain,

I just need crossing to another lane,

Blatant art, moving fast, gone insane,

This is flow, sucking blow, call it rain.

Meaningful super tide, blessing drain,

Rolling down taking back every brain,

Shoot him back, run your track, both in vain,

He will grow, minnow go, there’s  no train.

I come in, press the pin,

I’m your pain.

Make it hard, crown retard,

I’m your slain.

I will take, I’m your bait, you will hate,

You give it or I take it, there’s no way,

Blame on you shame on me, I don’t care,

I just need to drain your soul, leave u bare.

Pull it out, leave the scout, show me fight,

I’ll take it, cos I made it, engulf life,

Flows in you, burns untrue, bleeding fire,

Paint the lure, there no cure, I’m your spite.

I know how to flow through,

Leaving world to hold truth,

I take the blood, I take life,

Permafrost to host truce.

A prophet's doubt

Spelling the power of plexus,

Slithering down the pulse,

Primordial vision that promised evolution,

In remorse, with biting thrust.

Parsimonious expenditure of sense,

Too reverent to oneself,

Littered thoughts pursuing their actions,

Convergence to attitude will bite the dust.

Being ameliorant was the definition,

Culminating in the perfection of balance,

Designed for that destination.

But, craving for the ideal, tilted the stasis.

Vapidity was venomous,

Antidotes seemed to only suppress

Bleak scars do history show,

The breakdowns were violent and changed the course.

Pervasive actions, preached insight.

Look into yourself and clean your eyes.

Dirt’s on the lens, but the blame is on light,

It showed the path but the deviations were bright.

Being leviathan was just relative,

No men understood the illusion outright.

Document called it greed, but some found it pride.

To wish and to guide, no rules to abide,

Unprepared for the tide, threw the ambitions wide.

Preaching was to be just proud of,

And attenuation was never thought of.

Direction was shown to the blind,

Open thoughts, just left to unwind.

Saddle was single but two people were tied,

Neither perfect nor balanced, let the chaos do confide.

Isosceles mediocrity

Prices of truce rolling despise,

Milking its way to root of the spice.

Pneumology resting the lungs and breathing respite

Hold it to human holy insight.

You are hunted in grand

Land you stayed to remind

Of the riches and brand,

In a plan to put you in remand.

This is the breakdown of your mind.

The space is reeling and stalking your life,

Pushing its way through pruning disguise,

Enslaving the falling stars of the dice

Piling the dust of healthy dislike.

Man you need brains, borrow it for the pride,

Look like a moon swallowed in the night.

Planning to flee the bliss of wisdom,

Shooting the stars with a mini gun.

You are haunted in land

That reminds of riches and brand

You lie now there in remand.

Broken down and left with no mind.

You live in the limelight of loathsome barn.

Smiling justice, bowing to plight,

Care from the master, peace of the fight.

Blue invasion, darkness held tight,

Ruining the factor of blooming delight.

False compassion, prudence on loan,

Mule is you heir, Horse in the bone.

Pleasing expression, hunger on throne,

Landing you flaccid, consider you’ve grown.

You’ve lost your brand,

Remanded in your own land,

False blown conscience of your mind,

Your run-of-the-mill life was planned

You’ve invented isosceles mediocrity.

Congruous blasphemy

Pain, runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.

Running through the wealth of my world,
Standing by the stealth of his word,
I stand here with my eyes so blurred
Falling through the blithe of his lord.

Breath on run to find was so hard,
Death had fun, and dined the whole blood,
Purpose of the creatures was found,
To the greed of the master of this world.

Pain, runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.

Blaming my faith, am finding no strength,
Leading my life with no purpose of breath.
He will sustain and the world will refrain,
Sacred beliefs got no place to retain.

Here it comes through, brightness of blurred,
Shining in sight, insight so stirred,
Vision lacks front and points inward,
Cause the light never reached the graves of true blood.

Promise of the brighter future,
Standing tall to welcome glow lore,
Man was betrayed and bruised to the core,
The blisters are spanking blasphemy of gore.

Pain runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.

Valium

Sleep, all night long, all through the day,

Play, the game of dreams, I ask you to stay.

Here we go, to the land nowhere,

Sailing on, the seas so bare.

Our lives so cruel, takes us apart,

These gloomy days, take lure away.

Flames, of the famine, of the true grey,

Burns, within my heart, pushing through veins

Betrayed by time, I stood alone,

Buried my heart, its open hollow

Life has turned wild, mind is in jargon

I turn around, and find myself alone.

Pursuit of madness, the blinking arrow

Clear mind nowhere, the devils alter.

Claim of a pain, was lost in vain,

Perishing in the absence, the vacuum drain.

From mundane origin, the attribute rung,

Round my neck and crushed the lung.

The misplaced berth, made miserable wrath.

In the dirty windows, was there a clean frame?

A beam of hope, enters hollow

Through the frame, clean it does glow.

The energy, that brings delight,

Motivating, pain to demise.

The Pragmatic soothe, lay me down relaxed.

Neural carnage dies down in glad.

Serenity came down, had a walk to me,

Cleaning my mind, gave me some glee.

Tranquility, it filled in me,

Blooming flowers of better to be.

Let goddess of pain, put me in any land.

I have my Valium, to always hold my hand.

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.