I am done with

I am done with all of this for why do I carry on??

Suspended to one end of a rope..

The other end is held by my dumb ego..

Which says Its your mess..So better hold on..

The days and nights follow the same pattern,

With nothing changing except the dates on the calendar

With nothing much left to discover nothing much to say

An all encompassing silence which is holding all of it together

I am not wanting any more, nor expecting

For you can’t give and what you can I have no need left..

This basic prognosis out of our way

We fill each other’s needs…not lives anymore..

ME to YOU and YOU to US, was a journey done sometimes ago

I need to be on a lonesome journey again..

For the questions I have...Looking for answers…

To all my humble beginnings..I need conclusions..

I need to know if my expectations were a far cry

If my wants were one too many

If I asked for the moon and the stars

Or was it just the wrong juxtaposition.

One day the rope would slip off my hands

I would fall into an abyss of nothingness..

Would my fall be noticed?? my absence remotely felt..

Or would it just be an unknown obituary..and some unfinished tasks….

Why in His Name

I was born free to rule and reign,
His creation, exemplary and Flawless
Trying to rebuild the Eden again
I had all tools to make the Universe marvellous

I had a body but no boundaries
I had a mind but no prejudices
I had the intellect, but no manipulations
I was the BEST in all gradations

Then came the god the one created by Man
A tool to vandalise, in whose awe the weak would stand..
The gods multiplied, and so did the wars
Centuries went by, but these religious armies won't disband.

Some call it a foundation, but its used as a crutch.
To support the rotting flesh, which can't do much
For terror and destruction that you do in HIS name
Looking from above HIS head would be hung in shame..

Take back the god and set the world free...
Put an end to this frenzy and the killing spree
Don't tell me my place, my religion, my creed..
I want to be sea, where all rivers meet..

You and Me

Like a ripple in the water you entered my being
A gentle splash, little noise and then the calm and serenity resumed.

I look at my damaged shores which have borne the wrath of your spell
The spell you cast on me, which lasted for days and will live till eternity

It will last in my dreams, my hopes, my faith, my gut
Like a neon signboard. Bright and inescapable.

I live my life as I relive those moments of truth
I am still confused feeling so surreal.
You came and left to some distant land
I am here repairing the damaged shores

Definitions, Principles and directions I believe in none today.
Why should I they hold no good
Some forces too great work above me
Subservient I am to the ONE above.

Let me try again

Let me try again

Let me try again since all is not lost
Lets me try again since life has not stopped
Lets me try again from the start, to build, create and manifest
Lets me try again…

The trust like broken mirrors strewn on the floor
I see the reflection, distorted and forlorn
I will put it together again, piece by piece
My soul will bleed still let me try again..

Looking for answers all life long
Finding the purpose as the journey prolongs
In the process of healing inch by inch
I will find us..let me try again..

Words fail me to tell what you mean to me
My love, my desire, my GOD, my dream..
You are long gone your shadow remains
I will meet you for sure..let me try again.

Outburst

I was born to rule, blessed with intelligence and strength to conquer
That how I became the highest form of life
Pity my existence today!
My presence is robbing away all beauty, which I never created, yet I eat into it like a virus unrelenting

HE blessed me with all that was powerful, yet did not stop me from making choices
I made choices, out of fear, greed, jealousy and hatred
All this and more because I was the ONE!
The creator, the Nurturer, and the destroyer all rolled in to one
I chose to DESTROY.

I destroyed everything beautiful, fragile and feeble.
The ones that could not speak were easy
The ones that could speak, I silenced with my resolve.
My chariot is in motion as centuries go by..

I don’t stop to count my blessings not to hear the cries of those I crushed
I move on at break neck speed towards my destruction..
HE did not stop me when I started, he would not stop me now.
I am the Creator the Nurturer and the Destroyer all rolled into one

Candid Me!!!

Those smoky black eyes tell a thousand tales
Be patient to see the mystery unfold
Cleansed after the showers, when nothing is stale
An ode to beauty and feelings untold

I try to capture all, still something remains
Like the thirst just quenched and building again
I just stopped to rest and then looked for more
The world is my oyster with lots in stored.

I am little different, a little crazy I am
I love all creations that bear His stamp
They call it a camera I call it a game
Where I make the rules and bend them just the same..

To each his own, an old saying goes.
I would remain a learner till my last day I suppose
A traveller who cared less for destiny..
As I move on my pictures would be my only testimony..

Grains of Sand.

I tried to hold you with all my might
With a handful, how long could I have survived?
So you kept slipping away all the time..
Like the grains of sand in my hand..

I look at my palms where you still sparkle and shine
Like those lovely moments of togetherness
Which are still fresh..which are still mine..

I wish I knew more..I wish I loved less
Good things in small doses is still the best..
Living in the dreamland where Prince charming still exists
That was my mirage clenched tightly in my fists.

You caught my attention like a shooting star.
You looked like a miracle from a distance so far.
I was a lil shaken I was feeling blue
My periphery expanded, I thought I got my due.

I wanted to call you my symphony, my companion and my all
When suddenly you trickled, I could not stop that fall.
You kept slipping away with each passing day.
Nothing much remains, that reminds me of the pain

A silent prayer to wish you well
Some feelings which, I could never tell.
I bid adieu to you my sweet..
BON VOYAGE until we meet.

Resume of a Two month old

A bundle of joy, a cute tiny ball, yes she was a paradox
And surprise for all..
Almost looks like the dad, with nothing of the mom,
But she gonna be like mom, which dad dreads most of all.
Her entry was grand, as was the final show..
She looked just perfect had everyone in her tow.
We call her Pupple but then Ria it became.
No matter what you call, she is a wonder just the same.
Dad has found new love..Mom’s joy is in galore…
Everyday a new chapter..a new experience instore.
I wish her all the luck, the midas touch if I could.
May her touch make all the difference where bad turns to good..