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Saturday, 30 August 2014

COME SAVE ME

Drop by drop rain floods the streets;
like your thoughts flood my heart,
my sinking heart needs a boat;
so come save me.


I am a captain of a sinking ship; on which no one wants to climb,
I have heard many screams; I have heard many cries,
Guess all of them where mine;
so come save me.


I am gasping for air only to see your pretty face one more time,
and time seems slow; as I drown below,
into my ocean of saline,
so come save me.


Again rain floods the streets,
like your thoughts floods my heart
my sinking heart needs a boat;
why you never come to save me?




#poem #rain #flood  #saveme

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

THE GUN OF LOVE

She came as a cold winter
& went away as  a rainy spring,
Her smile has a devil inside
playing my senseless string,


The heart tunes looking her face,
everything before and everything beyond
seems blur to see
And my world juggles to her chase,


Asking for a salvation stay
As she ships, Leaving the killer kiss
Going far sea shores away;


Beyond the mountains 
& across the sun, 
the ink shivers my drunk gun,
As I Shoot words and Reload.

SMILE AND WINK

Walking in a nightmare
Under the silver shade of Grey
And the walls beside gambling their wisdom,


Giving away the terror vision 
poured on to it for years,
Relapse and retreat staring from the mirror side,
smiling  and winking;


Though the vision clear as death, 
a sharp toe poking the blind eye,
Burning blade cursing the cold razor in the streets,
And the HIV sitting on a knee
Lusting the cancer for pleasure,


Death debating with life
giving his word to ease on suicide,
Lying through his teeth 
As the dark matter dripped out from the side
of his monstrous mouth,


And I realize a cold revolver
hanging in my hand,
with a bullet carved to my name,
Calling me to a play a game,


The bullet would hide in the brain 
And I would look to seek,
A smile for the relapse
And wink to the retreat.

A POOP FOR THE POOR

I sleep,
I Drink,
& I Write poetry,

What a Fabulous poetry
For a moment of clarity ,

A magical source
Plays each tune through the deep pores
as it is Threatened by my loyalty,

the short comings
Jump on my sorrow tunes,

To Suffer is exiting
& To be Happy is boring,

my cup gives a translucent gesture
in it's roaring,

Words of meaning being sold and bought by
the self rising authorities, who gain their margin
Between the gaps of mind and heart,

What I see is What I believe
And the bird shits rains from the sky,

A Poop 
For The 
Poor..

Saturday, 23 August 2014

LAST WORDS

oh dear dad, here i come,
you too were someone's son,
so what i too die,
choked myself with your neck-tie,
or should i hanging it from the ceiling; just like you once did.

so my friend, please do not cry for me,
when i am gone; far from all this cruelty,
of this meaningless world,
thoughts are all dispersed,
please take care of my four turds,
i can't take no more; it hurts

i have grown; i have moan,
i have a heart that is stoned,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.

now good bye world, oh cruel one,
when i am gone; when i am done,
bury me under a tree,
in that tree i will grow,
and in birds i will flow,
then in air i will be,
finally.

i have lied; i have hurt,
i have a heart made of dirt,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.

i have dreamed; i have screamed,
i have fallen in between,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.






#poem #friend #dad #world # life

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

SAD TRUTH OF HUMANITY

Out in the vast scattered space; lies a star system, who's forth planet has been home to millions of species for over hundred thousands of years. We call it our home; earth. Many among those species  have got extinct over time; because of natural disaster or predatory dominance or lack of resources or just could not't adapt with time etc. Fighting all those odds came to light a distinctive specie; they called themselves humans.

If we map out, us humans, on time line of earth or on life of earth, we are a very young specie. for example cockroaches are here before dinosaurs, crocodiles are here from dinosaurs era. and many others. All we humans did in beginning was migrate to warmer places in winter season, and to a cold place in summer. We were nomads; we hunted for food, lived in caves, we had hairs all over body to alter our body's temperature, we too stored fat in order to survive; just like all animals. So, how come we became this, the life we lead today, the so called urban life.

There was a revolutionary discovery of a very important thing; fire, and it changed everything. Now humans could protect themselves, learnt how to control fire. So by being able to control fire, they were able to make sharper weapons, and could roast the meat that they used to hunt. Now their food was much more softer, so they did not need bigger jaws anymore, hence resulting in our face cut today. But they still had to move from place in search of food. That's when by learnt who to grow our own food.

By using fire and food that we grew; we were now able to stay at one place. For the first time earth has seen a specie who walked out of nature's food chain, all the other animals were inter-dependent on nature but not humans not anymore. Before this nature was the top predator but now humans became nature's predator. Soon they formed tribes, divided land, conquered more land, sallied over oceans, killed, tamed and framed other animals, destroyed forest, fought, killed and murdered among each other. And we are not doing any different today. Sure we have become much more "civilized" now; running after a thing which we created to be in power; that thing is called money. The fight  of this top predator is inevitable to doom.

From very young age, we all know what's right and what's wrong. All those corrupt politician and unethical bureaucrats know what's right and what's not. All the war we did just to satisfy our ego, we know it's bad. All air we pollute, all the waste we dump in land and water, all the trees we cut, each time we buy a plastic bag, each time we throw trash in street; we know in our heart that it's wrong. But still we are doing it. Why?

We have stepped on moon and about step on mars, it's hard to imagine someone who has done blunders while being aware of what he is doing; becoming so high and mighty. If only some other animal had too discovered fire, agriculture; then we will be able to see our place. No other specie was their to challenge us ; may be we would fall under the ones who got extinct.

From the discovery of fire to being in on other planet or satellite; sure we have come a very long, luxurious way but at what cost? Dinosaur did not even knew that their doom was coming for them; and we are acting as a catalyst in our's.






#humanity #truth #evolution 

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

ANOTHER NIGHT

just lying on the bed as he passes his day,
all the days feel like the same part in every way,
seems like yesterday,his memories were plugged on his heart,
all the reasons to question have seem to fell apart,
now he is trying just to stop the fight, for another night,
just another night.

again he wonders all that happened before,
now what he won't do and what he just might,
inhaling-in deep; with a chest torn out tight,
Finding the roach that can take him away, from the haunting heights,
all he now wants is to pass another night,
just another night.

scared in his cages ;which he once had bought,
scattered like maculate ashes; thoughts have all become stoned,
got a nail in his hand; with it he scratches his arm,
tattooed her face all over; his tears are all alarmed,
being slave of his mind; rather than listing to his heart,
tries to close his sight; for another night,
just another night.

and now the hole world laughs; at the freak that is locked inside,
and his eyes are all blood shot high and wide
as he lays on to the cool floor; to stop all the voices that want to creep inside,
now just wants to break the cages; and be by her side,
for another night; just another night.






#life #poem #night

BEYOND THE HORIZON






 #sun #nature #trees #horizon #life

Monday, 11 August 2014

F.R.I.E.N.D.S





                                                             #friends #birds #nature #sky

Friday, 8 August 2014

THE WALLS OF CONFORMITY

Through out the past as the humans, most of animals, birds and other beings flourished in big social groups. There had to be some kind of a structure, a system that works within that social group in order to bind it together; such a system is conformity. Conformity symbolizes all the laws, rules and norms created by society or big social group. We were being guarded by conformity and we thrived. But when conformity helped us so much, then how did it become so septic?

They say one thing leads to another. Well in this case conformity lead to the feeling of being conformed.
With the passing of time that system needed to be changed as well. Change is necessary to life, and change is constantly reoccurring all by itself. The irony is when anything stops to change, it becomes conformed all by itself.
Society has conformed us so that they can stop us from thinking freely, also known as third world phenomenon; when we are forced to see something that doesn't exist in real world. It's one of the biggest scams that surrounds us. And the fucked up thing is that we eat it all up.


we all think that my life is different from everyone else but there will be many people doing the same thing just as me. Think about it we go for a rafting expedition and we label it as adventure. The true meaning of adventure is being in the unknown.
In a wild mountain river, on a raft, to us it seems adventure, some thing we have never done before, but think about it within a month about 50 people might have sat on the same raft, on the same seat, where u sat to have the same adventure. Take a canoe and paddle solo in that wild river that would be true adventure. But to most of us its a crazy idea, because its not safe.The raft had 4 life guards and well trained rowers so its safe , yet in a year about 10-20 causalities are found. If something could have happened it will happen in raft or in the canoe too. Non of them are safe. Safety is just an illusion. They conformed us to believe that there is something called security. It's just one of the millions of the examples of being conformed.

All of the greatest mind that the history has seen, walked on a different path, but before they walked freely with their free minds, they broke their walls of conformity.



#society #conformity #free #thinking #life   

Thursday, 7 August 2014

THAT SPECIE CALLED HUMAN

In the world of full decent opportunities; where everything is possible, exist a unique kind of specie, called human. They are running in shifts for their jobs so that they can fulfill their wishes,their desires,their wants. Trying to lead their lives as a great superior being. Living their stages of life as a prophecy told by their ancestors. Instead of using their free will, that could have lead to a new destiny, a better future.
Their is a voice inside each and everyone of us; some call it soul some call it consciousness, some call it voice of nature, some call it god. So why people have buried their inner voice? May be they have slaughtered their free will, their inner voice by weapon called security; and that security is just an illusion.

They have used responsibility on  young minds by pilling it upon their weak shoulders. The edge toward the responsible life, some give into it and others are pushed into it . In the end when they get old and grumpy; become powerless and weak all they see is a big question mark asking to their that very inner voice; was this the life I was supposed to lead? When I could have done anything out of my life. and that question mark will always be their.

Where hunger hugs starvation and good sits beside the bad. The horizon where the true divine opposition meets his septic being, setting the common grounds as they unite .

Just look in the mirror and ask to yourself: IS THIS THE LIFE I AM SUPPOSED TO LEAD?

#life #human #beings #question #divine #god #nature #inner #voice #mirror #responsibility

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

MAYBE SOMEDAY

Maybe someday
People will understand Me ways,
The smoke, the drinks and the drugs of clay
I don't enjoy, but it helps to play
In writing down me registry 
To the poetic slay;

I had done no crime, 
Then Why this prison on the magic mind;
No wrong, No rights
She believed I could find
Not seeing me grateful purpose
Yet left to define,
Me madmen controlling me beast
Making me-self one of a kind
Love is just a simple word
To lust, and to grind;

Her face brings in the agony pain,
Hooked with the idea
That she is also the same,
A witch enchanting her spell
Tailing me to her game,
Seducing me to lick out,
The orgasm oil
From her sex machine train;

Going to another Man with no shame
As I sip me whiskey, in the rolling rain
Happy with me rituals and her bastard blame,
Praying the holy for some peace
So some words could be gained;

Maybe someday
People will understand me ways,
The smoke, The drinks and the drugs of clay,
The cost we use to bear together
And now I alone pay,
Remembering the words in her last stay
' It is better for us to burnout, Then fade away'
Starring the ring, I had bought
Sleeping in me can ash tray.


#MAYBE #HEARTBREAK #DRUNK
#POEM

Friday, 1 August 2014

HATRED IS A VERY UNDERESTIMATED EMOTION

If i ask you what love is? you might end up filling sheets on it, or quote a sonnet by shakespear. But if i ask you about hatred, words will baffle us. For generations we are fed to run away from pain. i'm not saying to drown yourself in it either.

One can fall in love with anything; a person, a movie star, a random face on the way to work, someone sitting across the table to you, a small kid, a bird sitting on your window, a dog that comes near you and you pet it, a song on radio, the list might never end. When we hate something it takes a lot of emotions, very peculiar emotions. We cant hate random things. Most people "try to forget it" or go on a "happy mode". Rather than forgetting something, learn to forgive. When someone or something hurts us, rather than cribbing about it, confront it. They say "channel your feelings, thoughts and emotions". Well, hatred is an emotion, why shouldn't we channel it as well?

Kurt Cobain said, "THANK YOU FOR THE TRAGEDY, I NEED IT FOR MY ART".
Most of the great art in the world is about those two emotions love and hatred. CHERISH and RELISH both of them.

"Hatred  is a very underestimated  emotion" - Jim Morrison.



#hated #life #experience #emotion #love