What If

If I knew my life’s purpose
what’s in store?
what if is the question
can I ask one more?
If I knew what I was meant to do
I wouldnt waste time
If all I could fit everything I want to say
In one line
I wouldn’t waste so much paper
save one tree at a time.
what if I wasn’t born in India
And I wasn’t color blind
I was racist
eradicating natives,
What if I could read people’s mind
know their true motives
What if Gandhi was a soilder
Rather than a messenger of peace
what if british raj continued
we trying find the missing piece,
What if success
wasn’t measured by money in your bank
or the car you drove,
but by how much love
to and fro,
What if I never came to Canada
and the struggle added
nothing to my character,
what if I had more business sense
than talent,
If I had one wish
and I could save the planet,
what if i could tell
everybody
I have a nasal piercing
What if we can’t let
emotions overwhelm us
and hold the tears in,
if I wasn’t a needle in a haystack,
if there was a rewind button
on my life’s playback,
But no regrets
so how could I say that,
what if love was more
than a four letter word
if it really meant
something in today’s world
not mere limited to poems
writings on the greetings
what if you could back
it matching feelings
what if I couldn’t write this
just keep it in my mind
and wouldn’t be labeld selfish*

Welcome aboard

These verses are like a journey
And I am your tour guide
Show you around the city
Talk about the inner beauty
Glimpses into the history
Only stop for refreshments
No complaints
Consider yourself blessed
Next one is a steep one
Hold on to the handle bars
No tips at the end
Wish you could come again
Let me if you can’t hear me at the back
I can scream louder
I hope you are carrying the map
There is washroom on the bus
So hold on to that
Keep you arm inside
Or you might blame it on the guide
Show all the places famous
And some others just nameless
The impact of it on the culture
And why do we nurture
This is the city square
Watch your wallet
Yes, they do dare
This road leads to somewhere
I don’t really know,
Nobody really goes there
But I will take you there
I aint trying to be modest
Where else would you find
A guide this honest
Hand in Hand
I shall lead
Help others among us
Who need
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Journey

Life is not a destination
Its a journey
Can I signup for the monthly pass?

If I ever fall

if I ever fall short
take it in my stride
start again
like single player
games
coz I know
there is only one way up
like ski lifts
but you can fall
like avalanche
I am just trying to
be logical
and anything is possible
but success is psychological

God is...

I see the mosaic leaves
And I think,
God has to be an artist,
When its autumn,

Then I am feeling rock bottom,
And I listen to the silence,
With the waves,
And at times when the birds chirp,
And I think God has to be a DJ

Then I see all the Violence,
And makes me think otherwise,
But my God doesn’t sleep

I pray every night,
Read the word,
And see the next day,
How He works,
Makes me think
God has to be a magician,

The volcano, the floods
The famine,
And then you see His fury,
Reminding of our duty,
God has to be a teacher

Then a great man said,
God is Truth
And so I seek,
The future looks bleak,
The grey clouds gather,
But on second look I find,
They come with a silver lining
And I get on my knees,
This life is redefined then.
God has to be the weatherman.

I see a mother and her son,
I see unconditional love,
And I now know for sure,
God is love,

I travel seven seas,
To find Him
And now I find,
God is inside me
Who am I to say?
Who God is…?

Half Poem

The angels can't have it,
This sentiment is human,
What good are wings for?
If you can't feel the wind on your face,
This feeling isn't democratic,
But can make it to every king's wish list,
Every day dreamer wishes for,
A realist's reprise,
The line that is pushed,
For the wishes to bloom,
Turn back the arms of the clock,
Who could have known the joy in learning,
Stand back and read,
Behold! the jealously of mediocre minds,
For this art is a dream
Dare not awake the demons.

Fallen

The tears have melted
And returned to the streams
And streams into falls.

For those

For those willing to sacrifice,
I am nice,
But, others pay the price.

For those who are wise,
Take my advice,
Identify the truth from the lies.

For those who put faith in Christ,
The words will suffice,
But, others throw the dice.

For those willing to rise,
Break the ice,
But, others choose your vice.

For those with dreams in their eyes,
Play your cards right,
But, others throw high fives.

For those willing to sacrifice,
My patience has a price,
But, others say I am nice.

Good Night

There are dreams
And there are dreams,
That fuel the passion,
The rest all are nightmares.

Worth More

Tell me what are these words worth
Is it just me?
That these daffodils look so good,
Or is it Wordsworth?

Freedom

With every line written,
All I have given,
These rhymes nothing more,
Than self made prison,
Trying to avoid tunnel vision,
The pen that left crimson,
The petals of emotion,
The decals of wisdom,
Rip apart
Like faint heart,
This aint art.
This dirt on my shoes,
Aint wishing for me to loose,
Every step taken,
The pages left brazen,
True rhymes feel like a haven,
For the endangered species of the kingdom,
I aint talking about reading between the lines,
I am talking about freedom.

I never said it would be easy to love me

There's so much on my mind,
Couldn't say all that in a line,
Keep you begging for more,
This love ain't unconditional,
I am an enigma in its very essence,
Even in my absence, you can feel the presence,
I can make you feel like top of the world,
And bring you down the next second,
Keep you guessing,
I can assure you, you haven't met anybody like me,
And if you have, it was me, more than likely,
It could take a lifetime to know me,
Still remain an untold story,
Sorry for all the mood swings, it wasn't me,
Its the two colors on my mood ring,
Sorry for all the drama that I do bring,
Of all the things I hate, there are just two things,
The people who can't do what they say,
And the people who can't do what they say,
I get mad at things you would least expect,
And still I never lost your respect,
I am like the calm before the storm and after it,
Leave you destructed and you never asked for it,
Then come back to count the casualties,
Like it wasn't my fault, actually,
I am quite like the silent thunder,
Thrill you if you dare to wander,
There are 2 sides of each coin,
The sides keeps changing,
My closet needs re arranging
I am full of paradoxes,
But like the wind you can't box me,
I don't like the way things must be,
I never said it would be easy to love me*

Butterflies

I get lonelier each time,
You go away,
If I had one wish,
I wouldn't let you go away,
But things are getting complicated,
I hope I could find a way,
Today I couldn't talk much,
We can't always have our way,
I wish I could have known your,
Lot sooner than I have,
But then I feel I have known,
you since ever, even though I haven't ,
And feel the butterflies,
May be coz its spring,
Or is it,
That we have a thing,
Not treat you
Like a fling,
Coz if it was
I wouldn't feel special,
And we are just friends,
So what is it that has got me to think*

Manifest

So tell me
what the meaning of struggle
I said its beautiful
now it seems ugly
I thought I walked the mountains
thinking otherside
would be lovely
I thought I won
disappointment greeted
sore losers then
why do I hold this pen
like a grudge
swam seven seas
to get away
from the rage of the river
brilliant
like circling moths
not knowing
the day is still to come
I thought I got
moksha
only to realize
I was praying all this
while to the wrong God
But I know
faith has nothing to do
with religion
I am trying to split
the seas
no dreams
blinding my stares
just gaze at the four walls
looking for
visions from the Lord

Flower Bed

staring at the ceiling for hours
like I am fallin on the bed of flowers
with thorns,
my last wish,
may the flowers
be roses

Untitled

_I wrote it down
just to remember
in case
you ever forget,
I wrote it on the ceiling
just so that
you can read it
before you go to sleep,
I thought
you slept with lights on
but I was wrong.... contd_

Fade

I wish I could put down,
In words
What I feel,
But words are just words
They can never express what I feel,
And feelings change,
Just memories remain,
And overtime,
Memories fade
like the dark circles
under my eyes...

Worth

the itch was so bad
that I scratched till it bled,
I felt so much pain,
that I cut till it was dead,
and your love was so good,
I loved till it hurt,
And life is short,
what's the measure of its worth?

Peak

So many things to do,
So little time,
24 hours ain't enough,
The wish to be the first,
I want to end my thirst,
at a fountain,
I want to climb the mountain,
which has no peak,
And I came so far
Just on belief...

Dreamshatterer

If it wasn’t for this pen,
My whole present would be spent,
With lost souls,
Finding peace with consoles,
Would I be able to bear the onslaught,
Only God knows,
But all I muster is false hope,
Coz my audience lesser than dog shows,
No skull or crossed bones,
Only dive deeper than the bottom of the glass,
My bottle has been smashed,
After few shots it all makes sense,
Don’t bother with the blend,
Keep pace with the bleeding pen,
My only weeping friend,
the feelings won’t matter,
coz the hope gets lost, and the dream shatter*

Untitled(suggest title)

You can only dream of
places I have been
Mentally,
All the things
I did for my family,
All they did,
instead of helping me,
Is trying to
put sense in me,
When I come to a point
Where I am
about to plead insanity,
A room of variances,
Out of body experiences,
Mental orgasms,
Heart full of spasms,
The ones
my past couldn’t fathom,
This ain’t a struggler’s anthem,
But I can’t help but,
Generalize,
And I can’t undermine,
That I felt heaven,
At least on my fingertips,
I found hope,
At the brink of disbelief,
Don’t blame the postman,
If you put the wrong address,
Life is a bitch,
depending on how you dress her,
Let the broken glass,
Mess up the dresser,
Rosewood, Redwood, any wood,
If I could I would,
The more I clench my fists,
the more sand I loose,
But I choose not to,
just my screws,
My life is like a travelogue,
No just ticket needed just travel along,
Like a broken pen and a moleskin,
A DSLR and an eye to watch closely,
No backpacker,
Just a bad actor,
Modern day rye catcher,
Self financer ,
A mere puppet on the string,
That life hangs by,
finding questions to some bad answers,
Putting up with bad promise makers,
When a promise may curse,
Life is just a makeshift,
Life is what you make it,
Or make of it*

Only Me

In the life we live
each passing wind
scars the heart
to give it the shape it takes
some scars are hard to heal,
some scars you don't want to heal,
some feelings are hard to kill
a mark so precise,
you know the touch,
a breath so close,
no need to rush,
a petal to pick,
only I could love u so much.

Piece of Mind 2012

Through emotions that brim,
My devotion is deep,
For every instance that I sleep,
Through,
I am glad we made it through,
Few shattered cell phones,
No broken glasses known,
Few broken dreams I am trying to collect,
Watching golden sunsets,
Not yet,
But I have no regrets,
I traded pain, for highs and lows,
Till the time froze,
This is the life I chose,
Through poetry and prose,
You, my only outlet,
From the outset,
To vent my frustrations,
My guide through strange nations,
And my vague patience,
My stronghold through age races,
Can't escape when my face makes it,
Appear so clear,
My only near and dear,
When I least made sense,
Sorry, When I saw past your every defense,
And my every pretence,

Glass with wine and incense,
Travels with no nonsense,
All this traded for a today,
For which I have nothing to say,
But a better tomorrow,
Not a promise that is hollow,
Don't worry, In time,
I will make your miseries mine,
Beyond a diamond ring,
And everything,
That has a place and time,
No words to define,
God sent, Something so divine,
To share my life,
Empower you with the title of wife,
Beginning to renew,
I understand your point of view,
All the things we have been through,
Ineffable tears that ran through,
The valleys of disappointments
Memories and moments,
And all this,
Against my parents wish*