Messages

She looks at those                                                  Exhibition of messages,
One better than the other.
Carefully seeded,
Intertwined & unique.
A confused puzzle of,
Identifying the real.

Living on the periphery
Of people and emotions.
Who could have,
Answered, expressed or understood?
And who could have...
Known.

 

Make belief the truth,
And all that it brings...
Temporary & transactional
Short lived feelings.

Those messages,
At display,
Qualify as gems
Of felt impact,
From people of another time,
From another day,
With perishing memories.



Just for that moment,     

That second,
May be it was
Magical.
Or may be
It never was!                                 

She looks at those,                                               
Messages again.
The lasting ones,
Were perhaps never written.
For the lasting ones,
Perhaps can never be.

Deeper than the sea.

Slowly,

I begin to get you.

And it feels,

Like you are the perfume,

I wear with a smile. 

Letting you be,

The quietest ever. 

And letting me be,

The one who is not. 

It is the mind that talks, 

And the words follow. 

The mathematical phrases, 

And facts at display.

The simpler words,

And emotions at play.

A conversation deeper than the sea..

That`s what we were,

Meant to be. 

Nothing to lose, 

Yet nothing to gain. 

And your favorite nothing, 

For everything unsaid remained...

Could it mean the world to me?

Meanings are precious, 

Connections are unique, 

And we become the storytellers, 

Of everything life has been.

Its nice here, 

What could we want more?

 The conversation has just started, 

And we are looking,

 Outside the door, 

See things differently, 

Yet understand the difference... 

This is what we were meant to be, 

Deeper than the sea. 

This is for us to know, 

And understand, 

So lets say...

'Nothing' may be :)

Silent.

Silence,

That is where it all started.
Silence,
That is where it ended.

That space,
Where they first spoke.
And the conversations never ended...
She held too close,
He held too lose..
They became the words,
And the voice.

The unsaid was felt,

It was the addiction,
Of inadequacy..
The minimal,
The quietest.

Hours together,
They sat,
With magic in their eyes,
And hopes and dreams,
The ones,
That were never shared.
The ones,
That were understood.

The mountains,
The sea,
The cafe,
The theater,
All were silent times.
And that is when,
In this silence,
They discovered to surrender.

Dismiss.

That door.

The closed one.
The deaf one.
The heartless one.

No,
I am not knocking on you..
You have been closed,
too long.

Hold yourself hard.
Harder.
Grow more..
More heartless,
More cold.

Dismiss me,
Again.
A hundred times.
May be more.

One day,
Someday,
You will see the shiny sun.
Over that inviting horizon.
Compelling you to embrace,
Accept and endure.

That moment,
That time,
When you step out..
of your nothingness,
and your darkness induced ego,
towards that brightness.
I will see you there.

I will recognize you.
Will even smile at you.

Yes,
With a smile.
I will dismiss you..
Then,
Once and for all.   

That was his love.

He silently slips in,

The intoxicating dose of his love.

In his own sweet ways, 

He adds and subtracts colors.

She ought to love him,

And more. 

He ought to let her,

And more.

He speaks little, 

Does a little more. 

He hides the sea,

And controls the storm. 

She falls in love with him,

Over again,

Each time they meet. 

And he lets her. 

That intoxicating love,

has her addicted. 

The story continues, 

And she feels drugged. 

He adds more colors,

And thinks of more. 

She lets him paint her, 

In his love.

He tries harder,

to bring down the moon. 

She embraces. 

He tries. 

She remains inexpressive.

He tries. 

Until it forms a symphony,

Pushing her to participate. 

And colors keep making,

 new colors.

Today, 

On their own. 

Poetry & Prose

She was poetry.

He was prose.

They met at a few sentences,

Those were the best lines one ever wrote.

She would tease, with the dots of incomplete conversation…

And he would trigger her mind with details.

She loved cryptic.

He loved plain.

Opposites created a symphony,

When poetry fell in love with prose.

The words found meaning, Emotions got wings.

Those were the best lines one ever wrote.

The phase.

Silent pensive heart,
Seeks nothing.
Acts indifferent,
Lost and Low too.

That phase,
Which needs expression.
That phase,
Will pass too.

The moment where pain reaches the core,
Conversations share no stories.
And smiles lose their meaning.
In that empty space of realization..
The little bud on a bloom,
Prays to remain a bud forever.

For it needs not to grow,
Or flourish, or shine.
For it doesn't want to be colored
Or judged or bruised by those who do.

For it feels untouched and pure.
For it feels virginal and sure.
For the world is out there to take away,
Everything it ever had.
For it is not ready to lose,
The best of itself everyday.

Kill the world must,
Die it will.
But to come to life,
It may chose never to.
In that world of immortality,
it rather remain, insignificant.

A Traveler

Grew silent.     

Indifferent and unstable too.

Quenched every greed

Shook, trembled.

Confirmed alive.

Mind travels,

And you ought to follow.

Heart believes,

And you ought to agree.

Vision, fades and decays.

Shades of colors

And shades of people

Greet, embrace and extinguish.

Some share, some steal, some fake.

You live, deal, and outgrow.

Walking each mile,

Projects new hope.

May be this is it…

May be, this is it…

Or MAY be, NOT.

Richer you grow,

With every new step.

Directionless, aimless,

Like a bird.

Sailing in the skies,

With peace to keep company

Blissful, lost, alive.

Walk one must.

Walk one has to.

Often alone.

With hope as residue.

And currency of experiences.

Distance often,

Encourages new folds.

A story to tell.

A prayer to offer.

A moment to rememeber,

And a lot more to forget.

May be this is it…

May be this is it…

Or MAY be,

Not.

Chance.

A clean page, and anxious words.        
Romance gives it color.
Hopeful, hopeless in love.
A dream, a deed, a commitment, a betrayal.

The words, her lips.
The passion in the way she says it.
Helpless and strong,
He believes, feels, experiences.

Sung, unsung the distant melodies.
Pain, pleasure all at one.
She will, She will not.
He will, He will not.
Live it through.

Mind in a storm,
Peaceful, loud, lost.
Careful & generous at the same time.
Sure and confused too.

Her smile, his fodder.
Her wish, his destiny.
Her fears, his struggle.
Her love, his responsibility.
Her faith, his belief.
And she, his story.

The first step,
The last one.
To begin,
Not to end.
Let love, get a chance.

She agrees, disagrees.
Knows and forgets.
She fears, and dwells.
Gives in, gives up.
Understands, questions.
Speaks up, remains silent.

The moment,
A lifetime.
The first step,
Towards forever,

Begins and Ends. 

I want.

The universe shouts around me.
Explains am lost.
Everything seems to be having an identity here.
Some uncommon, some known to all.

The uncommon die,
Leaving a few bleeding hearts.
The known live,
Forever, somewhere.

I don`t want to be immortal.
But I want to be known.
As the one who made a difference.

My wealth shall be the people,
Who love me.
My glory shall be in the times,
I stood up for some one.

My deeds shall be remembered,
As the ones, that brought another life.
I want to be remembered,
Like that insane memory,
That refuses to decay.

I don`t wish to fill,
Pages of some popular history book.
I do wish to fill,
Some hearts with my thoughts.

I want to be remembered,
For everything I wasn't.
I want to be cherished,
For this emotional heart.

I want to be known,
For the words I spoke.
I want to be connected,
Long after I am gone.

Tomorrow.

There is a tomorrow,

Am unable to describe.

It lies in front of me.

Seeks attention, desperately.

The time is slipping.

So is my life.

The shades are getting darker.

The light, brighter.

Far away somewhere,

It seems there is more.

Gives a hazy picture, 

Milky white in color.

I feel blind.

Sometimes, even deaf.

Beyond that familiar horizon, 

Beyond those common smiles,

Beyond those heartaches,

Beyond You,

There is something waiting,

Just for me.

Shining sometimes, 

Shy to the core,

It flirts with my mind.

It hints a surprise.

Oh! colorful flowers, of tomorrow.

I love my today.

But I can't wait,
To have you around. 

Show up.

Yes, you have my attention now!

Little Lights

Little colorful lights,
Exhibiting a burning heart.
Each color of beauty.
The intensity of the hurt in reality!

The lighthouse with directions.
Indicating, everything.
That light cannot be followed,
Nor can it fake to lead.

The noise, hears silence.
Numbness fills the head.
The directionless avalanche
Leaves unbiased traces.

The residue,
That reminds of the world,
That was,
Once, somewhere, somehow.

Fiction or reality,
Meanings are personal.
Words are for many!
Interpretation is unique.

Those lights,
Reminisce hope.
For may be,
Some impact, may see undone.
Just like some stop shining.
May be,

They are the ones, cured.

Endless

Fell silent,
Laid numb,
For it was the end,
Of what had just begun.

Curled up,
Shrunk within,
Gazed with hope,
Till the vision could fade.

Swallowed the last words,
That died to express,
All that could not be,
And now, will never be said.

The beginning they say,
Is an end of something.
I see a clean board
That needs to be brought alive.

Giving up,
Only to stand again.
For the beginning is as hard,
As a fulfilled end!

What ends, they say, must,
May be,
That is exactly why,
It just never does!

Triumph..

Sweet rain drops,
Falling in abundance, for its beloved.
It just takes a day to cure,
The incompleteness of a lifetime.

The thirst quenched.
Existence, answered.
The unsaid, expressed.
The unknown, discovered.

Such is the bliss..
After an acute pain.
Triumph - the fate,
Of an innocently true wish.

The Silent Sweet wave

If he could burn,

Basis someone`s sweet will,

Insignificant he would be.

For his actions speak:

The one defeated by perceived power

Is the one who forgot to acknowledge his own.

For the greatness lies in him,

Greater than any intellectual being.

Greater there has ever been.

He could speak the difficult with ease

Fearlessly say what he really feels.

For his power lies in his emotional heart,

The heart no one cared to see.

For he fights silently,

The wars unknown.

He fights within,

Often alone.

Who can challenge defeat?

To a truth like him.

Could power conceal?

The fire he holds beneath.

He smiles like a winner,

At self defeat.

Knowing there are greater battles,

To be won in the court of the Omnipresent.

He shines as a winner,

Yet, untouched by greed or hate.

Like a humbled soul,

Like a silent sweet wave.

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!

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!!!

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!