Walk On*

You have to leave it all behind,

And traverse the crossed lines of fate,

Find yourself in them-

And they’ll lead you to your way.

 

And you have to walk…

Walk until you get that far,

Walk till you find what you’re looking for,

Walk on till the horizon meets you with open arms.

 

Happy times wait to greet you,

And sad ones to teach you some,

You got to live on, dream on

And one day you’ll reach your sun.

 

And you have to walk…

Walk until you get that far,

Walk till you find what you’re looking for,

Walk on till the horizon meets you with open arms.

 

  

* The title is dedicated to “Dream On”- Aerosmith… One of my all time favourite songs J

Incandescent

The fire lights me up

And I come surging up from inside,

Frothing right up to the surface

Bubbling, to spill all outside.

 

To spread the fire,

Spread the word,

Let all rejoice at this new wonder,

And with the drum beats,

Let the orchestra play

Create a symphony together.

 

The music plays inside my soul

Making a perfect harmony

I shine from inside cheered on so

The happiness flows, warm and sunny.

Going Places

I don’t want to leave my dream behind

To keep up with any train- 

Taking me somewhere…

‘Coz the memory of that dream still glitters

Shining brightly in my mind, 

Forgotten somewhere.

I don’t want to forget the kaleidoscope at sunset

To make any space-

For the number mazes…

‘Coz the hues that added colour to life

Are being dulled,

Getting whiter in phases.

No, I don’t want to forget

Although the landscape rushes by each sign,

I will keep the memories and dreams alive

And bring them all true, 

One day at a time.

Do Lamhe

Har pal ye chhota sa

Par chahatein kai jyada,

Hume kya mil payega

Kuch apna ya paraya.

Rahein kahin reh jayengi

Hum ap kahin reh jayenge

Kis mod pe hum bichad jayen

Laut kar kya ayenge.

Par tanha ho uthe tum bin

Bina wo teri nazar,

Is bheed me hum kho gaye kahin

Chahatein reh guzar.

Kismat se fir mile to

Ik ehsaas dila jana,

Rukna bas do pal

Chhoo kar hume fanaa.

Yahan na kisi ka sath milega

Na saya apna kahin,

Akele yuhin ji jayenge

Ye do pal ki zindagi.

Nishabd

Jab tu na aaya kabhi

Humara gam na gaya kabhi,

Aur in pehchani rahon par

Hum kho gaye lapata yun hi.

Har boond mein tujhe baha diya

Lakeerein bhi dhundlin ho padin,

Par toone raham na kiya

Aur zindagi banjar hoti chali.

Tere pyar mein yun ojhal

Hum anjani rahon par chal diye,

Mila bas tera gam, khamoshi- woh sab

Na mila tera pyar, hum taraste hi rahe.

Is dil mein teri mohabbat ab bhi

Chhipi padi gehre andheron mein,

Sehmi hui- tujhse, mujhse, aur

Is duniya ki kathor nazaron se.

Ab hum bas tujhe yaad karen,

Apni har tanhai mein,

Na aas hai tere aane ki

Fir bhi dil toote har aahat pe.

Burning Up

The will to be happy 

To be sad,

The want to live

Or to die.

You stand the chance

To lose it all,

A shade in the sun

Water in the fall.

You take a break

Make a pause,

Remember to breathe

Without a cause.

Life flickers on

A candle in the wind,

And moments melt away

Holes within.

The light will fade

Slow and sure,

The dark alone

Left so pure.

Find yourself

Before the pain,

Or be forever lost

Like tears in the rain.

Extrapolation

I don’t know what I feel

This thing elusive… and so much more

What to make out of it,

Wish I did… but I do not know.

I am a beholder

But listen instead,

Sounds like English, but… was it French

What to make out of any words said

Wish I did… but I do not know.

They say eyes talk

But I couldn’t hear

And I strained my ears to listen,

Was nothing said, or am I deaf

Wish I did… but I do not know.

A message sent, not received

Or, was it the other way round

Either way, the blank’s is my foe,

Wish I did… but I do not know.

Thus I sleep… and hope 

In my dreams, to come up with an answer

That’ll clear the fog, once and for all

To know and wish no more…

If Only?

If I knew it wouldn’t last

Would I let it slip away,

If I knew what the future held

Would I work or become fey,

If I knew how tough it was

Would I put in more each day?

More time, more emotions

More of me into the fray,

To make it work no matter what

Or end up with a price to pay,

Make an effort with full heart

And then all work and no pay?

The Hard Way

Wandering in the by lanes of long forgotten memories

That one face comes back to haunt me yet again

Those piecing bright raven eyes

The sensuous lips, that sweet dimple

And all the other small nuances that probably only I noticed.

How carefree were those days,

Basking in the golden sunshine

Sitting on that special spot 

Waiting…

For just one glimpse pf him

If he would happen to go by.

Our eyes would meet, sparks would fly

But alas, none would talk to the other

Probably too shy,

Or maybe content to let things be as they were.

We both lived in our different worlds

Yet sometimes were, so strangely together.

For that one fleeting moment,

We were the only ones for each other.

Nothing else seemed to exist

No one seemed important anymore…

But like most things end up

Our sweet story too, had no fate

Nothing that could possibly happen,

No future to collate.

Just another ‘nice’ thing 

That happens to most of us one time or the other…

But don’t let every other ‘sweet’ thing just let go

Catch on and keep reeling till you’ve caught it.

It’s these small pleasures

That ultimately make life livable,

So be happy, and enjoy every small moment.

I have learnt my lesson now

And look for that someone special

To whom I’d say those three magical words…

The Venezian Spell

Wandering slowly away from life

An open eyed fantasy my eyes do see,

Swirling colours all alive in the water

More magical a night couldn’t be.

The fresh smell of the air fills me

With a curious joy and vitality,

Yet a peaceful calm is in my bones

And I can almost touch the serendipity.

The world seems to revolve only

Around my bemused vision, and

Twilight soars like an enveloping cloud

Cocooning all in its passions.

The romance completely surrounds itself

Taking me inside on a lighted beam,

The swaying boats rock softly

And, it feels like living inside a dream.

I fly afloat on surreal wings

The wind blows me gently away,

I connect with wishes deep down inside

And life seems so far away.

Sfumato

O clouds, now come over me

The light doth hurt my eyes,

It brings my shadows

Out into the open-

For others to see and pry.

I'm happy alone in this world

Of the dark and lightlessness,

Where what I hide

Remains a secret-

In the depths of silence.

Let them remain buried deep

The grey’s merging into the black,

No contrast to relieve

The blurring lines-

Nor the white to retrieve a track.

Come on over and bring the shade

And the rain too, if you must,

For I can see it, the

Shadows become clearer-

Sharper, they bite the dust.

Knight to G1

Anticipation is a wonderful thing

It makes me want to go out,

Face the world, and all in it

To reach the very thing I want.

The silent games- cat and mouse

Crossing and uncrossing again,

Eyes that play hide and seek

And nothing’s out in the plain.

I prepare myself to meet again

In my dreams and in reality,

Though the face off in person

Is way more than even eternity.

September

On the eve of the upcoming white

A melancholy sweeps the air,

Marking an end to the warmth abound-

An ode to the passing care.

The golden leaves fall gently down

The clock striking them mime,

And the wind now plays in it's

Naked playground, louder than the chime.

The shadows get longer faster

But not yet fully dispelled,

They come alive with the autumn wind

To whisper in the tongue of the dead.

The nine strangers in a closing ring

Up to the knee in the dead fallen leaves,

With their shadows catching up on them

To burn up in, till the lees.

Three men in grey watch on silently

From the sidelines, they do not step in,

Nor partake, for now, in this fire of the past

Waiting for their turn, in time frozen.

The Masochist

The seasons have passed far and in between

But acceptance is, still never keen…

Reluctant but driven I revisit again

The dump of echoes still sharp with pain…

I didn’t know where I wanted to be

There was no light to guide, 

You went away and left me alone-

So why do I still pine.

The wind whispers your name to me

The strangers all have your face,

Dreams bring back the memories

I don’t want anymore to trace.

The time has passed swiftly by

Could be minutes or years,

I make no haste, but run the clock

To beat the droplets and my fears.

Head On

The water fights with the rocks

In a war to maintain territory,

And the sea horses with their white manes

Ride the waves to become free.

As I walk along the beach

With the sand between my toes,

The cold wind tries to blow me over

And take me away from my foes.

A distant figure in the horizon

Walks slowly on to come closer to me,

I don’t know whether to run and hide

Or to face this truth, finally.

So I choose to stay and fight

Confront my muse in the eyes- 

Of unfathomable depth and dark secrets

And the facts that need to face light.

Still fighting

To ease the new poem in, let’s talk about how heroic I’ve become in the context of staying in my room. There are numerous (read: infinite) insects visiting my room every second. The downside, of being in the first room on the ground floor of my hostel. *sigh*. (Akshaya named it “Animal Farm” :). Funny to you reading it probably, but AWFUL to endure, day-in-day-out.

So ya, heroism. I actually hold the annoying little *@$!@&#$ and throw them away from me. It might sound like hey-that’s-nothing-really-great… But for those who know me, understand. I am so wehemi when it comes to insects, that I imagine them crawling all over me the moment I even see a tiny ant :. The smell of the all out is getting to me now. So. Yeah.

Well… now this post is starting to sound sad even to me.


Everyday Heroism

It's one of those days again
Without the sunny light,
The rain is lashing out
The world is blind to my plight.
Or maybe I didn’t show
The scars yet unhealed,
The pain still hurts so bad
Inside- strong and deep.
So why did I want it
The love, caring, sympathy,
When the trouble, really
Lay inside of me.

Heal I must from inside out
Not the other way around,
Expect I must not of anyone
But, in a smile- surround.
Cover the shortest distance
Between two unhappy people,
And walk it alone
In the end, so simple.

The world- all have their demons
To slay and put to rest,
I have naught to give, but smile
Though my will does protest.
Why me? Why should I?
When no one else does?
Why should I be good?
When no one else is?
They are, but I don’t recognize
The parallel in our situations,
They smile when I’m not looking
That churns out the wrong notions.

The good does reside inside me
Just have to peel the chaff away,
Stop caring about getting back, and
Be a Good Samaritan anyway.

25/08/2008

Too much third

No. Don’t call these a on-a-roll posts.

I am simply lazy :D


Resurgence

Come to me my light
I stand here to greet you,
With my arms wide open…
Bestow on me now
All you have to shower,
I stand in this rain frozen.

My eyes drink away
A thirsty man’s drink,
Closing in sheer delight…
My skin is glowing
Joyous and flowing,
As it captures you in flight.

Come in once again
No small the stay,
Come to me and bless…
My life my love
My happiness and bliss,
With your magical caress.

My heart waits to greet you
And welcome you,
In it's tiny abode…
So you can fill me
And shine on,
From me to all in your fold.

15/08/2008

Yeh Main Hoon

So, “another one bites the dust”.

I realize and understand so much more of what all these songs mean so much more now-a-days. It's like these sudden dawns. This is a great feeling of freedom, where I can simply write and express myself. No rhymes. No necessary coherence. No unnecessary frill. No conventional grammar/meaning. Hmm… so blogs became popular.

As of today, my OSS (one song syndrome) is “Yeh main hoon” by Kaavish. I so identify with the lyrics and the song itself. Its funny how so many people around the world may identify with this song… how similar does that make us? Anyway… here are the lyrics. It's a beautiful beautiful song. Free download is available at the band’s official website.

Yeh Main Hoon
- Kaavish

Yeh main hoon
Aur yeh meri duniya hai

Kya seekha tumne iss duniya se
Kya seekha tumne iss tanhai se

Iss tanhai mein mujhe who roshni dikhti hai
Jo bahut insanon ko
Bahar ki us hari bhari duniya me nahi dikhti

Magar is roshni mein aisa bhi kya hai
Jo tumhe le jata hai us taraf
Us roshni ki taraf

Us roshni ki sabse khaas baat ye hai
Ki main uske peechhe sari zindagi bhagta rahoonga
Saari zindagi

Kya seekha tumne is duniya se
Kya seekha is tanhai se
Kya seekha, aakhir kya seekha tumne

Duniya us aurat ki tarah hai
Jiske peechhe jab tak tum khud bhagte raho
Wo tumhare haath nahi aati
Aur jaise hi tum uska peechha chhod do
Wo tamam khushiyan lekar tumhari taraf palat aati hai

Ye jo tum sham dhale aksar
Khud se yuhin baatein karte ho
Khud hi apne khayalon me gum se rehte ho
Aakhir aisa kyun hai

Main ye baat samajhne laga hun
Ki woh roshni jo mujhe door khade dikhti hai
Wo roshni darasal mere andar hi hai

Tumhari duniya ke bahar bhi ek duniya hai
Aao main tumhe le chalun us duniya mein

(brilliant music)
Rangon mein jeene ki aadat nahin hai meri
Tumhe tumhari duniya mubarak
Wo tumhari duniya hai
Ye main hoon.

Higher Purpose... ?

Even as I am typing this, I wonder about the “higher purpose” about this stuff (ref: ‘Keep off the grass’- Karan Bajaj. Lovely book btw). I mean am I:

1. Over hyping things
2. Being over sensitive
3. Being pseudo… something (I know I will find this extremely funny on a later date) (!)
4. Being melodramatic
5. Overdramatic
6. Finding meaning in the wrong places
7. Trying to look for the wrong meanings in the first place
8. Having distorted priorities
9. ETC (!!)

But anyway… yes I love the word. Here goes:


Ephemerality

It will pass like just another day
No one will stop and wait,
And even you will forget with time
With no cause left to celebrate.

It's all fugacious,
It's all surreal,
Blurred lines them all…
You wake up to wonder,
Dreams or reality,
Or if you’ve had a fall.

So come, let’s traverse these foggy lanes
Hand in hand with the present,
That leads forward sure and steady
To live your life on rent.

17/08/2008

Ressurection

Well, this comes with a double meaning... I have been told time and again to start utilising this space... I don't know how successful/meaningful (?) it will prove to be... or even how long I can sustain the interest/enthu...

I think I want to keep it mainly as my online-very-secret-space/diary... no, not for the dirty linen! For the arbit poetry I write............. I won't say why I haven't digitised and shared them earlier... Mostly because the reasons don't even convince me always... *sigh*

Anyway... for the time being. Poem follows. What I feel is one of my best yet... the type that most readers identify with (or so I hope! *looks down mockingly*)

............................

Resurrection

Love me not for my beauty or sorrow
But for my love and pain,
My eyes glisten, they wait for you
Oh come back, come back once again.

Leave me not to these cadavers
They rot my remaining flesh,
Take me away to Atlantis
A hero in me enmeshed.

The aging traditions bind me down
I'm unable to break the mould,
Oh shut out the sun, and let it pour
The casting can tear away bold.

I speak out to you, please hear me now
Leave me not in the dark
I suffocate alone, no hand to hold
Come again and pray for me now.

31/10/2007

Complimenting the first post

… Of imagination

Breaking petals…
Shooting stars…
But hopeful…
For real… but surreal maybe.

After sunrise…
Before sunset…
In between…
For real… but surreal maybe.

Moonless nights…
Lightless days…
No fantasy…
For real… but surreal maybe.

With guns…
Sometimes roses…
Thorns always…
For real… but surreal maybe.

Broken words…
Vacuumed thoughts…
Misshapen life…
For real… but surreal maybe.

Tearless eyes…
Bloodless hearts…
Reality bites…
For real… but surreal maybe.

Emotions- gone…
Feelings- killed…
Captivation- dead…
Surreal. Though real maybe…

17/05/2008