SOAKING THE SUN

#sun #tree #nature

TREE OF LIFE

#nature #tree #life

THE WAY WE SEE THE WOLD [COMPANIONSHIP OF SOLITUDE]

#trees #nature #solitude

THE WAY WE SEE THE WOLD [ SLIVER LINING]

#clouds #nature 

SEE THINGS THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES

We all see the world through our eyes, but what if we start seeing it through the eyes of a so called dead entity such as a tree. For a second lets IMAGINE what if a tree could see, hear and has a cautiousness of its own; how will it see the world or us humans.Tree says:I was planted by a 2 year old with the help of his grandfather in front of their house. In a way I am just 2 years younger than that kid.I saw him every day running down his stairs and out of the house as he used to be late for school; with his silly little steps, trying to carry his over-sized back pack on his little shoulders. I saw him play, saw him study, saw him getting yelled at for his class work or home work; saw him getting worried about an assignment, saw him learn how to ride bicycle, saw him cry for a toy that he wanted, saw him as he laid down on his back counting stars, moon, clouds and wondering; what are they, and I saw him grow.Many seasons passed by; I grew up to be a big tree with yellow flowers and the kid by then started going to college. Now I saw him running out of his house as he was late for college, saw him riding his motor cycles, saw him sneaking in when he was late or got drunk with friends, saw him falling in love; chatting on his phone for hours with his girlfriend under my shade, saw him dealing with break ups, saw him worrying about his G.P.As, saw him as he laid down on his back counting stars, moon, clouds and wondering; how my life would be in years ahead, and I saw him grow.Now the kid is 25. He still comes running out of his house as he is late for office mostly, he still worries bout his work load when he takes long walks under me, and he still sneaks in on a late night out. He still cries some times for the one he loved and lost because of his stupidity,  I still see him laying down on his back seeing stars, moon and he wonders; how my life would have turned out if she was by my side, and I see him grow.I hear people saying that with time everyone changes. I think no one changes, people grow; they adapt things in order to sustain life. For example that kid; his back pack changed to briefcase, his worries changed but he still worries, his friends changed but he still finds happiness with friends, his reasons for looking at the sky and wondering changed but he still looks up and wonders. I am just a dumb tree but it’s my advice to all you humans; REMEMBER THAT LITTLE KID INSIDE OF YOU and SEE THINGS THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES.


#life #tree #eyes #fiends #kid #love 

SATAN'S SOUL

Struggling to keep it alive
Like a sun setting soullessly 
And coming back from a ransom rise
Thinking of your beauty and the ruthless nights
The one that you gave me as I stood without any rights,

The pain and agony sailing through the veins 
to my humble heart
As you had hit the bullets bulls-eye on the dart
Tearing down my love 
And making a messy mark
Now I stand alone in the winds of the angry ark,

All I asked was for a kiss
But you ruined my world and created an abyss
Cutting down the respect from the furry fist
The fog cleared out 
But it left your magical mist
Bugging me all day
And making the unholiness resist,

Every feeling I felt was nothing but bull shit
Your angel had thrown me back to my demon dark pit
Giving me your cancer,
Eating the love bit by bit
Making me a evil with a thrown to fit,

Oh heaven angel what did you do
Letting me go, as you were done and through
Sending me back to the devils group
Waving me away as if you send off a troop,

Now I rule as the Satan 
Becoming the king of destructive maiden
Looking on the blood sky created by the Eden
Giving others the misery of your planted raisin
Ripping each one of them apart 
through the strength of our never meeting horizon

AN OCEAN IN A CLOWN

Wish to deep dive into the pond of my Mind 
Where no one could search what I will find
Getting in the section of a cheerful client
Where words become a glow of a beautiful time
the music lays out the the peaceful rhymes
pictures are memories of a digital kind
But the world all around saves each neuron line

As if a penny in a bank
Being collected from a mine
using it for destruction
and filling it with crime
In the name development
growing bigger with time
listening to the voice which where's the crown
turning our world into a circus,
and we are the clown

who swims all day
as he was left to drown
realizing the path
that needed to be found
Ending the pathetic system
which needed to be bound
fueling himself by getting dirty brown
appreciating his birth
as a father feels proud
Finding his free will under the clouds
talking to the winds
and listening their epic sounds
Becoming the arsenal of his dreams
Setting his grounds
Which destroys the walls and makes them gone
Standing with the strength, Which was never to be born.

MIDDLE MAN MANIAC

The middle man making his clan
Trying to put a world on a stand
Giving up the glory and making his future plan
Not letting the hurdles destroy his final stand
Giving away the life that made his dreams ban,

Now the middle man walks beside his friend from nature green
Giving him a reset start over his destiny dream
Looking at the icy plateau crying it's beautiful stream
He shouts out loud claiming his self, howling his ritual scream
Laying out the new birth to the sea sky filled with cloudy cream,

Then came the time when the middle man was finally in motion,
Drinking out the loneliness, sipping inside golden portion,
Leaving no regrets and suffocating all the usual notions
Fading away to the mentor moon , calling for the promotion
Leaving away the man who was once stuck on the cactus commotion.

TOY TRUCK OWNER

A reindeer comes walking down the street
Bringing in the trip to thousand realms
Showing the act of different beings
and playing the theories based on the inner bell,

Looking at each authority demising their being
Ripping out their righteous well
Calling it out neat and clean
Making insidious reptile
Hide in a shell,

Every wishful plans that were created
By the Toy truck owner beings
Were torn out right through their chest
Calling it neat and clean,

Then I saw a man on a quest
Painting on a canvas screen
Filling it with colors bright
As if throwing out his spiritual dream
Then he took a gun in his hand
Walking in front
With a loud scream
'The last touch', he said taking the gun in his mouth
spilling the red blood on his death dream

The reason was simple as I saw the canvas
looking red, blue and green
He had made it a little messy
As he didn't wanted it to be neat and clean.

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MASTER MICE

He Walks in the streets Alone
They Call him master mice
Running around and finding his way
towards The cheese slice,

Taking each step
According to his rolled dice
Hungry for acknowledgment
And starving at huge price,

He dares himself inside the traps
and cages of huge size
Holding him back
As he tried playing for the grand prize,

Then he saw a big boot
long like a tower height,
He Climbed up and jumped in
To protect himself from a heartless fight,

Thinking about the enemy around
He had Finally realized,
This was his kingdom
And He was it's protector knight

Fighting with the humans
Confused in their prison paradise
trying to search a reason to kill
Even after the sun took it's dive,

Although He is just a mice
Working The same as us
For some food,
For some cheese slice.

#Mouse #Humans #Poem #similarities

THE BATTLE OF MIND SKY

Running Around in this belt of green
With the clouds above
Showing and throwing
Different shades of life
White mist of faith and love
And the dark shadows of hunger and greed
The phases of my being
Meeting each other
Roaring down the thunderous wave in a clash
To rain down The good being
And the hunter of my dark lash;

one hand carrying hope and ambition
The other filled with money and rejection
Lightening down the Fight to find normal,
If not perfection
And pouring down the words on Pages
Which were once green,
Then the winds of harmony enter into this mind sky
Making both my worlds raise their flags
Ending this stormy fight
Making This Place, Again
Bright blue and white
Putting up front the picture
That did seem Bright
Looking at the waterfalls
They shed in one night.

A REPTILE FOR PEACE

I live upon the air
I live upon to cease
Like crocodile learning it's rattling plan
becoming a reptile for peace,
Making the journey between different clans
Feeling the unusual beliefs
The blue silence of being the hunter
The red pray inside the sleeves,

Ignoring both the highways
Taking the middle flyway
Rejecting to take in the golden wealth
In sickness or in Health
Picking the road from the Juke box
Heading to the directions of early rocks
planting the seeds of my resourceful vice
Running away from greed
Running away from my own needs
Becoming the reptile for peace

Ignoring both the highways
Taking the middle flyway
I am no one,
Or some one
You can call me the walking gun
Loading in terror
Backfiring The humble horror
Jacking his heart with a blunt
Piercing out the craving to hunt
Tightening the rusty cold cavalry
Being the reptile for peace

Ignoring Both the highways
Walking on his middle flyway
waiting for them to meet someday
Maybe Christmas or maybe judgement day
Till the time comes
And the monstrous reptile starts his slay
Just let Her,She
My Beautiful Peace live
Give her some time to stay.

#REPTILE #PEACE #POEM 

REDEMPTION

Walking on a narrow way,
looking for a slightest sight of ray,
I am an atheist yet in my heart I pray;

to forgive me for all the things I did wrong,
finding a place where I belong,
currently in a sticky dirty piece of thong;

feeling chocked and encumbered in this mess,
she say this is just a phase,just another test,
for you I am appearing for this test,
for you i can leave out all the rest;

chest feel lighter shoulder feel loose,
this time there will be no excuse.
and the last flag that I am gonna cast,
written on it "REDEEMING MY PAST".



#redemption #hope #believe #atheist #past #love #poem #test

FALL BACK LOVE

Falling down to the end
As a star going by
Looking at the wondrous creatures
Of the society called universe,

Then came a friendly cluster
Brighter than I ever would be
One was pretty and shinny
The other twinkled as a sound of a bee,

So I directed myself to the shinny star
Who had the chance to make me stop
It started moving away far
Maybe going for a drink at the bar,
Breaking the hopes of this rusty star
Giving this falling a faster start,

Then I saw the other star
Twinkling again with my glance
Gaining energy from my falling
A beautiful thing waiving it's hand
Bringing in the hope as a scam,

Approaching to her curly orbit
I saw her the first time
Trying to stop the falling one
Becoming a part of his crime,

We were going down together
A coincident or a consequence of her choice
Grabbing on to my gravity
bringing leap of faith through her voice,
Just like the mother moon
until came the afternoon
And father sun was coming up ahead
Pulling me faster to merge in to his strength,

I started counting my last breaths
I looked back as I heard my final bell
She wasn't scared to die,
holding me tight
moving towards the fire well,

Telling her to break the spell
Arguing With the fallback love
To leave me alone
To twinkle somewhere else
But not in this hell,

Find someplace to hold
So that you could become something greater than me
To become a hope for all the fallen one's
Rather than becoming
The queen of the fallen being.

BLOOD BROTHERS

Cared each other
Saved each other
Brothers die
For each other;

Darkest days
Coldest Nights
You look his back
In Death or in a fight;

Blood links Our balance
It Makes us Strong
If one is right
the other is Wrong;

We are One
A bullet Creating a disaster
And a Gun having It's fun
Standing back to back
We will die but never run,

An abomination in the dark
One's the fuel
And others the spark
Burning to the ground
To make our mark
One would bite
And the other would bark
Raising their flag on the ruthless ark;

The two Dog sitting inside
the lonely Mind
One looking for peace
And the other seeking for a crime
This the the show of a real time
Where the man gets a chance
To meet his true kind.

THINKING OUT LOUD

There are times when we ask our selves-  WHAT AM I DOING HERE, WHY CAN'T I RELATE WITH ANY ONE., WHAT IS MY STRUGGLE, may be its just me. This is something about those strange days and times.            

          In the background from the speakers some where in a cold winter Night and smell of weed is the air, plays echoes by Pink Floyd. The echoes begin to come, begins a trip, the guitar solo, and the words say -

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant tide Comes wallowing across the sand 

And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the where or why 

But something stirs and Something tries 

And starts to climb towards the light 

Albatross are one of the few birds that can hold still  in the mid air, it appears as if its doing nothing, as if there is no gravity for it. But its every bone, every muscle, every feather is doing something in order to make it look still. Just because we cant see something it doesn't mean its not there. As I type the next words, at this every second somewhere someone got hurt, someone lied, someone was kidnapped and got raped, someone committed suicide, some one took there last breath, someone parted last goodbyes, someone had there last kiss, someone had there first kiss, for the first time someone is in love , someone got married started their life, a baby took its first breath, somewhere a wondering planet in the deep space exploded, its all happening this very second just because we don't see any of this it doesn't mean its not there. 

   

Somewhere a kid was born, turns two years old mommy and daddy saw every other kid from the block was going to school, lets put ours in one as well, the kid might learn something. Years passed by the kid turns 17, he asked, dad now what?. Reply comes join college. So the kid went on. The kid is now 22 , asks  dad now what, reply comes  get a job. Kid turns 26. Dad asks, now what kid replies I don't know, get married. Then kid turns 28, his fist child is born. The kids first child turns 2 goes to school, and the cycle begins all over again. 

Where does it stop? Every now and then some one tries to do something differently, they say why aren't you like every one else, what people will say, they label him\her as rebels, why? Just because they tried to do something differently. And those Hippocrates fed us  "it is ok to be different ", do what you love and the world will follow". 

I ask people what is the reason behind PARENTAL UP BRINGING?  To teach your child, to prepare them for the future. Because our parents went through the SAME things DIFFERENTLY. All they do is to burden the shoulders of some kid, pilling up expectations; get better grades, the best college, get the best job.

"But no one showed us to the land" as the lines echoed. The things that should be told, were left untold, what is ahead in future, things like  some day someone would hurt you for no reason , some day someone would lie to you, someone would use you, you would have a broken heart, you would want to kill your self or someone, you would want to cheat, or someone will cheat you, you would do all those hate full things. 

We are just over fed on lies, 

clear the clouds of dust, come out in the sun, may be then we could see more clearly.

p.s  just think out loud

#life #society #pinkfloyd #echoes #weed #people #hurt #love #parents #teachings #rebel #future 

RUNAWAY

Hiding in this cave

Hazed and glazed

As a lion waking up for a shave

Or a snail finding its way in the maze

Conformity haunting with a blaze

Running away to a different place

Fighting the addictions of the world's stage

Being a puppet of a unusual play

Moulded with responsibility as a clay

Oh I wish to run away

To float and fly to a different stay

To create rejoice

And end being deprave

Nothing would hunt me

And no one would chase

Being free of this place

Like a kid tasting his moments

And finding his new ways

Changing this life into a worthy place

That fumes from a soul burning on flames

Lighting the world out of its dark blames

Burning all night, till the end of days

Oh I wish to run away

LETTER TO MY CITY

Dear old friend,
                     How are you?, no one seems to be asking you this, and i'm sorry that we have been so harsh on you. We often crib about your lack of resources, traffic jams, water supply, litter, pollution, bad roads, etc.
You are just as same as any other city, struggling to find your existence, competing with other big cities that surround you.
But to me, your the place i call home. You gave me a place to live. As a kid, i learnt to ride cycle, with my friends used to roam around on summer vacations without a fear of getting lost. You gave me my friends, if i was in some other city i would have never met them. Saw the sun rising and sun setting, counted stars under your sky. It was you where i fell in love, and you supported me wen i had a broken heart. Got drunk with friends, sang my heart out on your roof tops and on streets. I know your every street, every corner, you make me feel safe and secure. You gave me peace a of mind, walked by my side on lonely nights. You saw my ups and downs, you never judged me, never tried to change me. You heard my thoughts and helped me find myself.
I hope people will  stop complaining about your down sides and start caring about you. You will always  find me by your side just the same way you are by mine. Take care.

Yours truly,
an old friend

#city #letter #love #support #friend #peace #hope #care

THE LAST LONELY BIRD

A lonely red bird;flying in the dream,
Travelling between the orange sky and blood red land which were once blue and green,
Cutting through the edges in the narrow windy streams,
Listening to the war downstairs;
which is turning her songs into horrible scream,

Sitting at the tower and listening to the sea,
Wishing for a dram that can bring out the peace,
Then she heard the bullet shots being  pierced down like a septic disease,
Looking at the man enjoying it as if a feast,

memory of peace seems blur and shallow,
her song too has turned blue, dark and mellow,
and daily she flew for miles just to hear a single hello,
but every one seemed busy; lost in their willow

doomed by their ego;man kind will fall,
on the top of her voice; she made this last call,
she is just a bird ; but to stop them she came standing in their way
only one thing on her mind; it's better to burn out then fade away.

#bird #war #peace #nirvana #lost #man #dream

DREAM OF A DREAM

Drooling doggy lying on his back;
Like a homeless junkie getting high on smack,
Scream was around that he was a hack,
Sometimes he asks him self am I on the right track;
As he was the one who kicked out his own pack,

And he howled and howled; no one was near,
He had the crown but their was no cheer,
Sometimes he looked at the moon with a sneer;
Nothing was cloudy and everything was clear,
With  his eyes shut tight; as he remembered his dear.

Soon nothing seemed real as every thing was just noise,
lying through his teeth;as he thought he had no choice,
To push her away and never hear her voice;
remorse by his doings and searched for inner poise,
Everything became numb; as he couldn't find rejoice.

so now he lays down on his back; dreaming of a dream,
looking at the tides in the sky; making his spirit scream,
resurrected by the dream; now he knows what he has to redeem,
throwing back the vicious terror; that was blocking his inside beam,
now he has to find his inner child; which was once washed away in life's stream.

#dream #life #scream #love #pain #poem #rhymes

Mountains and Hills

Hearing the sounds to the windy steams
Of a lake knight
Under the golden lights of gods
Making a crown for natures wisdom,
Blessed to have these hills of desires
Wearing white sheets and green blankets,
Giving the drowning heat
The punches of it's cold weather
And shedding out the Dripping water fall
within the shores of mankind
Who is confused,
As he tries laying words to his beautiful lady
Staying beyond the mountains of his love.

ROAD TO NIRVANA(MOKSHA)

Root of all my problems is?

-me

Solution of all my problems is?

-me

#life #problems #solutions #road #me #root

GATEWAY TO THE OTHER SIDE

Ordinary people; who live ordinary lives; because they think of ordinary thoughts; those ordinary thoughts make an ordinary society; but that ordinary society has extra-ordinary wants.

Exactly opposite needs to be done for inner peace, world peace and spiritual growth.

Become extra-ordinary people; who live extra-ordinary lives; because they think of extra-ordinary thoughts; those extra-ordinary thoughts will  make an extra-ordinary society; but that extra-ordinary society should have ordinary wants.

#life # people # society # thoughts #peace #world #spiritual #growth

EYEWITNESS

The moon sits high in the sky;
Fighting the bright wrath of the sun,
Concealing the memory of thousand dying stars,
Watching earth gasp for air;
As she is been chocked and smothered by her very children,
Feeling helpless and weak;
Like the next door neighbor who hears violence every day and every night,
But can do nothing, and be just mere eyewitness.

#sky #sun #moon #stars #environment #society

LONELY BIRD

#lonely #bird 

CHOOSE

There are a lot of successful people but most of them are not good human-beings; because they choose success over environment/ peace/ feelings/ love/ relationships. What does success mean when you don't have time for your family or kids. we study business ethics or marketing ethics in a study course; which tells us what a "successful company" is supposed to do, like
reuse and recycling of byproducts but very few are doing that. they have made those "ethics" which were supposed to be the basic pillars, now is just "bookish knowledge"; they have CONFORMED our minds, our thoughts. we see what they want us to see, we hear what they want us to hear, we speak what they want us to speak, just like their puppets.

Not very long time ago a very "successful person" of a very big oil company, wanted  to  pass his fleets of shipment of oil to a country by passing though a gulf country who's leader was a dictator. so the dictator told the "successful person" to pay double the taxes or he won't allow the shipments to by pass his country's water. now the "successful person" thought that through these shipments he would get lets say 100 thousand billion, because of the dictator his fleets will now have to reroute and this will cost him time,money,labor etc, henceforth a loss of 10 percent. so he calls his buddy [the president of his country] and tells him the situation and also reminds him for next year's elections for which all "successful people" will raise funds for him and he would hike his oil price. now stuck in a pickle that buddy [the president] calls  war  on the dictator's country. they tell us "we are tying to free that gulf country from that dictator" and we listen. after years of war the dictator was killed, thousands of lives on both side were lost, country fell in recession, people lost their jobs. why? just because a "successful person" couldn't bear a 10 percent loss!!!
but most of us don't know this actual story because  we see what they want us to see, we hear what they want us to hear, we speak what they want us to speak.

Let's take a step back and look at the bigger picture not the one they are trying to show us, let's break down these walls of conformity which they have created for our free minds and thoughts.        

We should try to be a better person/ a better human-being. When we achieve that success will follow.
we will always have choices in every situation; wrong is always easy and right is always hard.
so choose wisely.



#society #life # people #choices #better #person #conformity #free

TREE OF WANE

#tree #wane #sky # nature

AND SHE COMES AGAIN

AND SHE COMES AGAIN

she comes with anger,
she comes with hope.
she comes with inspiration,
and she comes in a boat.

she gives me will,
she gives me knowledge.
she gives me courage,
and she gives me a pill.

her eyes give me question,
her eyes give me direction,
her eyes give me different satisfaction.

she comes as a friend,
she comes as a teacher.
she comes as a mentor,
she comes as a preacher.

she is rain on a hot summer day,
she is snowfall in may.
she is a song that i can never sing,
she is a bell that will always ring.

i ask why now,why not before, i want to know,
all she says is i don't know.
i know why she never came,
may be she couldn't stand the guy i became.

she came back,
it's all that really matters.

and she will come again.


#hope #love #will # come #again #friend #teacher #summer #rain #snow

IN THE SUN I FEEL AS ONE

Captured at Mangar, Faridabad-Gurgaon Highway

IT'S AN UP SIDE DOWN WORLD

Captured at Hauz Khas Village, Delhi

WOMEN

The most illusive and beautiful being living on this planet are women; stronger than mountains, softer than clouds. She holds the power to make a man's life living hell or heave. So why have we been treating her like an entity?

We think of or self's as provider but in nature in most of the species, females are the ones hunting or getting food. We dominate her to satisfy our ego our pride of being a man. Yet every child in womb is a girl; in the process of development due to exchange of chromosome gender is decided. There is a women in every man may be that is why we see the beauty of nature and can appreciate it; and may be the reason why people are destroying that beauty is because they  have forgotten the women inside them.And those very people are treating this planet just like they treat women; bulling her, hitting her, suppressing her, molesting her, raping her every day and every night. Treat the planet like you want to treat women and treat women like you want to treat the planet.

Women, they leave the life they have been living for the guy she marries; accepts and care for someone else's family like her own, they work hard, bare children, go through labor, become first teacher and companion of their new born, supports a man through every thick and thin, makes a house a home.
They say treat women like equals but I say don't; they are more than equals, more than a man can ever be. Respect, love, care, support every women in your life.

WHAT DOES A COUNTRY NEED?

People often talk about how the country is in a bad state,the problems it is facing, problems like: corruption, poverty, pollution, fucked up society, bad economy, abuse, the list will never end. it's very easy for us to sit on a high ground and talk shit about all those things. we should ask ourselves "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE".

The country is as good or bad as the people living in it. we burn plastic, throw garbage, waste resources, don't pay taxes, encourage corruption, keep hatred in our heart for others, and then we say country has gone to the dogs.

All we have to do is make ourselves a better person/a better human being, and the country will become better all by itself, that's what a country needs.

Jhon lennon told us "IMAGINE",
J.M.Barrie told us "BELIEVE".
it's about time we look into ourselves and change ourselves.