CHILDHOOD WHEELS.....

COMPTISM

DUSK TO DAWN

Waving adieu to flocks of dusk

Walking towards the homely site….

Loosening up tired nerves

The silent metallic night….

Deep into the darkness of sky

Salvaging worn out might…

Breaking dawn of deep slumber

Meeting horizon with feeble light….

Arrival of yet another day

Getting back the smile so bright….

Singing birds marking the start

Working towards an aspiration seems so right.

                                                       

                                                               Roshiba...

DETACHED.....

I DECLARE WAR

As thee made thy suffer for no fault

Thy declare a war against thee "The World".....

So many questions awaiting answers

Crying nerves making thee crawl...

Thee shall pay for every tear

For thee shall be gotten brawled....

Thy refuse to abide by thee norms and rules

As thee is just another creature trawled....

Thou have raised a rebel, groomed so well

Had thee been so wise, how couldn't thee have smelt.... 

Thy declare war against thou "The inhumane" 

Thy ain't no goat who would get slain.....

I run clueless!

BREATHING APOSTLE

.  Existence of those I sheltered Leaves a mark on the thoughts It sure is a bliss to be crafted Had I not been faithful to my peers Leaving me in my ailing condition none ready to take care Then they say preserve heritage On the verge of extinction And then heard of no more… An apostle of bygone years...

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 Existence of those I sheltered

Leaves a mark on the thoughts

It sure is a bliss to be crafted

Had I not been faithful to my peers

Leaving me in my ailing condition none ready to take care

Then they say preserve heritage

On the verge of extinction

And then heard of no more…

An apostle of bygone years...

UNHEARD SOUNDS

Thinking of time when dying was a myth

So was I a happy soul

The day the shroud made it to Valley

It grew numb and dark

Valley of spring was never the same

So was its beauty talked about

As we saw it coming, yet fell dead

 Mourning over blood spilt

Bawling for the lifeless

This was the fate that struck as catastrophe

Cadavers buried and burnt to ashes

The soul was still undestroyed

O! the God of Persian phantoms where is your power to ruin

If you think you ruined our lives yet our souls are unscathed

 Rising from the ground below is inevitable

Sure till your phantoms fade

So shall you be unaided and all the more disconcerted

Life as it was a martyrdom so is the grave I dwell in 

SAGA

I aint no record of bygone times…

To flee away from the air of wintry hymn…

I am a saga that might not repeat …

Yet stands still competing eras of cleat…

They kept filling my traits throughout…

Overlooking my golden sprout…

Hey! Did you ever watch the scorching sun?

Does it have a say to undone!

I aint no sun with lost warmth of night…

I am a saga with a grounded site…

Even if you abolish my fame….

I still live in my name….

I have strength to bear the loss…

Living with changes correcting flaws!

I have been baptized as scholars history

So specified yet a mystery … 

WHAT SHE INSCRIBED?

Along the pedestrian path way in the middle of a busy two way road near a traffic signal, sitting right under a lamp post in scorching heat I spotted her. A brown haired beauty, with her hair being clipped yet falling on face. As she Cladded herself with slim-fit denim and shirt yet was bare feet. Holding a pen in hand and desperately ripping off cardboard cover that seemed a tea pack, she tore it open to write over, taking it as a white sheet of paper.

Without paying any attention to the halted traffic waiting for the signal to go green and the pedestrians walking by, eyes grounded on to her disguised paper as if writing an exam paper.  What’s she writing so intensely?  She comes from slums! That's what her slum dweller hang out said. Does she know how to write? These were the questions that crept in mind, obviously the one who noticed might have shared the thought.
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As the ticking countdown of the traffic signal was about to come to end and traffic all set to move, the curiosity to get off and peep in the piece of writing she was penning slithered more. I captured her in my camera and before I could click more of her traffic started moving. All I was left with was her snap shot and thoughts pondering over “What she inscribed so anxiously?”    

JIFFY AT GRAVEYARD

As I lay besides your grave

Listening to the silence of cemetery….

It seems familiar to thy words unheard & thoughts unknown….

So feeling alien is not thy state….

It’s just thy mates…

It was you who never judged & it was they who tried to fudge…

So I lay besides u till eternity

For you loved thy infancy and lived thy adolescence….

COURSE OFCOURSE!!

While world around is busy settling down….

While all around are busy holding their crown….

All they do is expect me to join the race…

But being a mediocre can’t fill thee fancy case….

Standing aloof, pondering over the scene…

What I see is a broken network, tagging me mean….

Giving me a chance to row the nave sea…

None can watch the tempest engulfing me…

Unwilling and unknown tempest raised all along

So easy to watch and say “hey move on!”

PINING…

Craving for her to get the best of all moms

Alas! She craves for those who are under domes…

Craving for her to be best placed

Alas! She likes to be among superficially laced….

Yearning to have her besides me as woman

Alas! She prefers keeping thy wishes facing sermon…

Crying for her to listen to humanity and not humans

Alas! She makes excuses of being acumen …

Excruciatingly broken life waiting for her healing touch

 Alas! She says I have already done so much…

All she wants is respect among those jackals

Who do not have faith in thee own firewalls...

Building a shell of hollow customs, mere worldly affair

 Won’t set her free from existing mothers sphere….

She thinks and lives what is taught to her by world

So am I, a disgraceful means to her, now too old…

Had thy not been born to her ill fate

Her life would be somewhat reaching heaven’s gate….

All thanks to the society of sorts

Planting insensitive seeds in human pots.

 Reckless of being called brag

Having it all under nose, dragged….

That’s where my old friend came to say

You are a fool to let yourself heavily pay…

I paid for her as she walked away

Calling me a freak on the way….

I wished to tell her about my plans

She glued thy words with tears of old clans…

She wants thy to slay the dream

Killing the instinct to live along thy helm…

Here I am once again on the crossroads

Making thee choose a life written on every board…

Thy shall cry but what difference does it make

For those in pain are never the ones meant to fake…

Taking life as it came to thee

That’s not how it was meant to be…..

Relations so pure and selfless

Finding own refuge in a set up so helpless…

Yet again heart pumps the blood from forefathers

Calling them to hear the bawl getting harder…

SMOKY REVERIE…

Walking besides waters so stale

Thinking of buying an iron gale…

A wish of having my say

Till I got to know I ain’t no stray…

Living to make it happen

Going to those in capon…

So many dreams undone

Yearning to make them more fun…

She sure is a bitch to sell my dream

Filching it off like a gushing stream…

She can’t let go off me trouble-free 

So can’t I be an easy treat…

Though so tired and drained of time

Yet bawling over my dead hymn… 

Had I been a fool or too wise

Kept rolling over the ground of cries….

WANDERING THOUGHTS

             

                       Sunken deep in hymns from Rome

                       Penning down thoughts thy being so prone....

                       

                       Running along Egyptian Nile

                       Covering thy tress to face the aisle...

                       Climbing foot hills of Parthenon

                       Refusing to call thee long gone...

                       Lying under veil of Eiffel's creation

                       Getting to overcome thy trail of sedation...

                        Had it not been for thy love of traits

                        Making harder by calling thee mates.....