War to defeat

The war of power,

the secret of fame,

the mist of dust,

lying hollow after the game!

The words of the leader,

the faith of the followers

the inevitable by the thinkers

..and the forsaken believers..

The unknown missions,

the insignificant know hows...

the paramount missing,

the story covered.

Hidden, protected, larger than life,

the miscellaneous, the unwanted, expressed...

Let the people burn, and we will say its love...

the theme of most stories,

the anthem of many disasters.

Simple, only the unaware innocent,

complex only the misfortune

Simple only the destruction

complex only to undo!

Love, put to shame,

love demeaned...

love flows down the eyes,

of those who receive!

The war of power,

the power so short lived!

The war of glory,

the glory, defeated by death!

The war to acquire,

nothing in the house of God!

The war to defeat,

defeat self, in the one fortunate, human birth!

The Chosen One

It has become so difficult to write anything. I guess my words have begun to fail me. Haven't been so silent before, silent to myself to begin with. I think I have stopped talking to myself, the usual fight of what I am, and what should be... haven't felt so speechless and inexpressive.

A single life shows you everything that you could think of.. everything you thought is not for you.. everything you thought you never deserved or may be you did! One single life with so many changes, complex situations, challenges, unchanged damages, broken dreams and the wild wants...One life to live it all and a lifetime to deal with.

I don't know where in this maze am I stuck... I don't think I even care to know now.. How does it matter, I feel stuck anyway! Everyone dreams of a perfect life.. a perfect memory a perfect moment.. what about those who don't dream of any of that? Someone like me, who wanted to live with surprises.. ya even the nasty ones..

I think when you don't dream of your prefect life, you may end up attracting more nasty than good surprises.. or may be you pass through the heaviest fire because you become the chosen one...ya right "The Chosen One".

So who is this chosen one.. and why is he the chosen one? No, i am not going to bestow some gyan of positivism.. I wish I was that positive to have any such gyan to emit. Or may be not.. I don't really need to be so idealistic anyway.

Chosen one becomes the one who sees his life twist and change every moment, with no happiness to stay longer, or sadness to end soon. Chosen one becomes the person who strives to make a difference everyday, and fails to make any. Or, feels hasn't made any.

He becomes the person who expects a lot from his own self. Hard work, harder effort, genuine feelings become his conscious traits. And the harder he works, the longer it takes for him to reap the fruits. The harder he strikes, the chances of his failure increase.

The chosen one, sleeps every night, hoping for a better tomorrow, after having pondered over enough about the present and the past. He strives to fight every battle he has to undertake, with self or others. He tries to live, to love, like the first time ever, every time... he says what he feels and feels what he says.. he think to talk and sometimes thinks after talking :)

For the many things he feels he has done just perfect, end up featuring in the list of mistakes in his life... for every moment of passion he expresses in the name of belief, faith or love.. feature as illogical in the list of many.

The chosen one, can live in the name of love, can give all he has.. in the same sinful name of love.. can lose all he ever possessed or gain everything he never wanted.. he lives for what his heart makes him feel... mind does not take the lead.. mind does not take nothing.. :) or may be.. sometimes.. something!

The little wish of heart, ends up becoming his reason to live.. the smile of someone important, becomes his agenda.. falls asleep, dreaming he lived his happiness, in the happiness of his beloved and sheds tears over his beloved's sadness.. he is one with people.. his vision can penetrate, deeper.. he can see, what others don't or what others don't want to... He says the heartfelt..

No doubt the chosen one goes through the roughest touch of God, destiny and ill fate at times, but he still wishes to live that beautiful life with surprises.. ya the nasty ones too..

Sometimes, in my solemn heart I feel, I am the chosen one.. sometimes.. in your solemn heart, you may feel that you are the chosen one too..... the fact remains.. that the chosen one passes through the heaviest fire, runs through the worst, in others vocabulary... in his own.. its just his life.

Safely dug somewhere are his dreams.. his child like tales and his silly imperfections.. may be it is this cocktail, that makes a chosen one... may be it is this undying need to be alive that makes a chosen one... may be it is his failures and his constant effort to strive hard, that makes the chosen one... yes, that same you.. and that same me, make the chosen one!

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel that I have forgotten my own self... :-(

My take on conversations..

May be a conversation is not worth it, if it requires a whole lot of one sided effort...

Amaze

In this mystified amaze,
A unanimous will at gaze,
Sources of art at display.
The moment of each wave
Splashed at the shore of mind.

The black doors are far,
The frame to exhibit a power.
Running away in the wild,
Each spirit of the Might.
The glass to be clearly...
Deceptive in real.

Ask the carefree world around.
The reason for each deed.
The innocent to suffer,
The fraud to gain.
To real to destroy,
The fake to retain.

Chemistry of life,
Sequenced to shame.
Reasons unknown,
Why do we suffer?
When we are the only true.

The art of FAKEISM,
Is at display....
Come and take your pick....
Don't gaze at it with AMAZE!

THE GAME

Volcano eruption,
Heat tamed,
Names disclosed,
Teams made.
The massacre will speak,
The moment will hear,
Signature the world,
Let me dare!
Kings will rule?
Only time to teach.
Hell will win...
To the unknown game!
Death is truly,
The end unbelieved.
The sane lips swallow...
The smiles in pain.
Let the bell swing,
And bless the time.
Let all bare their deeds,
And get paid well in time!
Gravity rules...
The shocks decay!
There is no room for speech
SHUT UP and PLAY
The GAME of DEEDS.

Offer

Wish to define,
Something you and me feel.
Sensitive hearts,
Believe every story!
When did I not see,
What myth was shown?
I lived to believe,
Believe the unimaginable.

Today, when I realize...
Defeated, cheated and torn,
I feel quite lost...
What better a maze could be?

Questioning my intelligence,
Everything around me,
I survived every shock,
Felt the pain!

Scared and frightened
I tried to hide the guilt,
But...
The shame still found me...

Wiping every ones dust,
Left me so impure and unclean,
When asked for help,
Dust was offered to me.

They say 'HE' died for us,
And made everything sweet...
The nectar I haven't felt yet,
I truth I can't believe.

Ditched at, every step I took,
Bow more, than I rise,
I am every human in pain....
I am every you and me!!!

Lost

The pages I turn,
Answer no life!
The day slips by....

Mind showing me the way
To a distant blue path
Feel it sinking in the skin,
The innocent desires.

Soft music,
Roaring the far gone melodies,
For the sun sets today...
Tomorrow?

Missing the inside of me...
Blunder, I can't believe,
The silver beam,
Looking at the dark cloud.

Safe somewhere dug,
Unwind, uncoil,
The storm I see....
Surrendering....

Put through the heaviest fire....
Taking away the blame...
I burn not to give light...
........Darkness my friend....
Help me pass by.....

I see...

I see what the world shows. I weep at what the world does. I am the witness of many Yesterdays and Todays.

I see love, I see the hate... Sometimes I look in amaze with a twinkle. Sometimes I shy away...Sometimes I see the belongingness, and sometimes, just the sense of detachment.

I have seen dear dreams come true, in a shattered manner. I have seen it all.....

Sometimes, I rest to sleep, for comfort and peace. Her mind keeps me boggling, of all the pain She feels... She prays to Lord for justice....

I see.... I still see it all.....

Cancerian.....

They say you are sensitive...

You are productive and creative,

You cry a lot,

N' think it's just nothing that you've got!

You love to be pampered...

Quite tough to be tangled!

You bid for sympathy...

You're loved enough.....but still find scarcity...

Words can get you to smile,

N' coz eyes with tears....

It takes no time for you to forget and gear.

They say, you live in a dreamland

And don't quite belong to planet earth :p

No one alive could ever guess your moods,

Sometimes you cry, sometimes you smile,

Sometimes about your past you brood...

You're mysterious,

Quite like being secretive...

When life gets real,

You tend to be positive.

You save every emotion

With sensitive value...

You just can't stand being....

Rejected, criticized and hate ridicules...

You are in love with the moon,

N' quite act according to its phase....

Having you around,

Is a boon, which stays!

They say, they could never guess

What was I to believe...?

Hey! but I am just a Cancerian...

Yet, unrevealed!

Again?

Life is all about meeting all the people you want to forget...over and over again.

Arranged

Love me, for what I may not be, judge me, for what may be your perception!
Leave me, for no sin... yea; it is to do with you, not with me....
Patterns in this jigsaw puzzle, all disjoint, but relevant... simple, but indirect, real but deceptive!
Truth love is immortal, Reality, all love does not meet completion...
Truth, it is imperative, Reality, it dwells with time....
A hundred wishes, a hundred incomplete.... a simple acceptance... the world of love....
Yes, it is arranged... a weird risk... a unique exploration.
Be afraid of the deep river, or take that first dive... live with the inhibitions, or open up to a whole new world...
Smiles and giggles are here to stay,the warmth of love would not decay!
Take the leap, give it a chance....at least, you'd know, you gave it your best shot... :-)

Desire

A world waits for the world unknown...
That stupid little thing your heart has known :-)
A sweet desire, for someone desirable...
A complete nothing of that silence...

Sugar yet poisonous, that undying hope....
Hope to live each moment so sweet...
Special yet general, simple yet complicated
Desires, of this solemn heart... :-)

Spinning by the truth of time....
Every fulfilled wish wants more..... more of what is absent....
Untouched by contentment,
There is always something to wish for.....
The broken castles don't have any morals well learnt.... :-)

Gripped in the want for newness.....
Locked in the beautiful past...
Stuck in the upcoming future.....

The circus of life goes on.....
The artists cry and make merry....
Form associations and part...
Some have changed some forever....
Some have remained some bits together...

The desire for the unknown prevails.....
Winding and unwinding, the life moves on.....
With something new to wish for everyday.....
Sugar yet poisonous the undying hope, I tell you :-)

What's Up???

What's up?
What could be?
May be a nothing...
May be a :-)
May be a surprize...

But, when we ask
Do we reallllly want to know?
Do we wish to listen, actually :-)
May be sometimes,
But may be not!

Best things in life, are never shared...
The worse are also hidden...
What are we then trying to find out anyway???
Dry sarcastic humour... over the nothings of life?
Or a window into someones heart?

Does anyone really know you?
Do you really know someone?
May be you do, at least that is what you`d like to believe :-)
May be not, perhaps, that is the real truth of the matter!

Everything beautiful around us, is yet to be born...
What are these relations for then anyway?
Why us being a 'social animal' our truth...?
Why talking to someone, becomes a habit.. a cute little habit?
:-) its so funny, because life is such a perishable journey...
Moments are just dying to end....

What are these associations for....
Why do we meet... to part.. or part to meet, perhaps...
In spite of knowing nothing, we still form attachments....
Some last for a lifetime, some perish with time...unfortunately thou..

Nothing is permanent,
It's funny, we step into everything, knowing it is permanent...
This conviction, for a myth... is certainly funny...
Make believing, that all's come to a stand still...
That one life, will suffice the lust to live...
That one life, will be complete, by the end of the story....
Stories, that are just that, stories.... :-)
And, reality is just that, a strangeee real thing!

But its nice the way we live,
Each day, in the most carefree way...
Its nice, we live, anyway :-)
With the mountain of sorrows, and a glimpse of happiness...
Its nice, the way we talk... and share...
Well, almost nothing! :-)

So, lets begin with... What's up....
I genuinely want to know ..... I swear ;)