tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151428702024-03-23T23:14:57.037+05:30Hellcruiser Blueswrite, inspire, desire, aspire, acquire, love, hate, begin, wait.....LIVE N LEARNVulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-67919006146013751142012-07-05T10:36:00.002+05:302012-07-05T10:36:54.406+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If I knew my life’s purpose<br />what’s in store?<br />what if is the question<br />can I ask one more?<br />If I knew what I was meant to do<br />I wouldnt waste time<br />If all I could fit everything I want to say<br />In one line<br />I wouldn’t waste so much paper<br />save one tree at a time.<br />what if I wasn’t born in India<br />And I wasn’t color blind<br />I was racist<br />eradicating natives,<br />What if I could read people’s mind<br />know their true motives<br />What if Gandhi was a soilder<br />Rather than a messenger of peace<br />what if british raj continued<br />we trying find the missing piece,<br />What if success<br />wasn’t measured by money in your bank<br />or the car you drove,<br />but by how much love<br />to and fro,<br />What if I never came to Canada<br />and the struggle added<br />nothing to my character,<br />what if I had more business sense<br />than talent,<br />If I had one wish<br />and I could save the planet,<br />what if i could tell<br />everybody<br />I have a nasal piercing<br />What if we can’t let<br />emotions overwhelm us<br />and hold the tears in,<br />if I wasn’t a needle in a haystack,<br />if there was a rewind button<br />on my life’s playback,<br />But no regrets<br />so how could I say that,<br />what if love was more<br />than a four letter word<br />if it really meant<br />something in today’s world<br />not mere limited to poems<br />writings on the greetings<br />what if you could back<br />it matching feelings<br />what if I couldn’t write this<br />just keep it in my mind<br />and wouldn’t be labeld selfish*</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-15691572789148206112012-01-22T23:47:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:47:15.776+05:30Welcome aboard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />These verses are like a journey<br />And I am your tour guide<br />Show you around the city<br />Talk about the inner beauty<br />Glimpses into the history<br />Only stop for refreshments<br />No complaints<br />Consider yourself blessed<br />Next one is a steep one<br />Hold on to the handle bars<br />No tips at the end<br />Wish you could come again<br />Let me if you can’t hear me at the back<br />I can scream louder<br />I hope you are carrying the map<br />There is washroom on the bus<br />So hold on to that<br />Keep you arm inside<br />Or you might blame it on the guide<br />Show all the places famous<br />And some others just nameless<br />The impact of it on the culture<br />And why do we nurture<br />This is the city square<br />Watch your wallet<br />Yes, they do dare<br />This road leads to somewhere<br />I don’t really know,<br />Nobody really goes there<br />But I will take you there<br />I aint trying to be modest<br />Where else would you find<br />A guide this honest<br />Hand in Hand<br />I shall lead<br />Help others among us<br />Who need<br />Here’s a little souvenir<br />You can keep that<br />but before you do that<br />Here fill out the form<br />For Feedback</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-12399848587691620912012-01-22T23:45:00.003+05:302012-01-22T23:45:26.899+05:30Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />Life is not a destination<br />Its a journey<br />Can I signup for the monthly pass?</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-32580601617454239332012-01-22T23:45:00.000+05:302012-01-22T23:45:04.337+05:30If I ever fall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />if I ever fall short<br />take it in my stride<br />start again<br />like single player<br />games<br />coz I know<br />there is only one way up<br />like ski lifts<br />but you can fall<br />like avalanche<br />I am just trying to<br />be logical<br />and anything is possible<br />but success is psychological</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-15478151768471759052012-01-22T23:43:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:43:13.648+05:30God is...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I see the mosaic leaves<br />And I think,<br />God has to be an artist,<br />When its autumn,<br /><br />Then I am feeling rock bottom,<br />And I listen to the silence,<br />With the waves,<br />And at times when the birds chirp,<br />And I think God has to be a DJ<br /><br />Then I see all the Violence,<br />And makes me think otherwise,<br />But my God doesn’t sleep<br /><br />I pray every night,<br />Read the word,<br />And see the next day,<br />How He works,<br />Makes me think<br />God has to be a magician,<br /><br />The volcano, the floods<br />The famine,<br />And then you see His fury,<br />Reminding of our duty,<br />God has to be a teacher<br /><br />Then a great man said,<br />God is Truth<br />And so I seek,<br />The future looks bleak,<br />The grey clouds gather,<br />But on second look I find,<br />They come with a silver lining<br />And I get on my knees,<br />This life is redefined then.<br />God has to be the weatherman.<br /><br />I see a mother and her son,<br />I see unconditional love,<br />And I now know for sure,<br />God is love,<br /><br />I travel seven seas,<br />To find Him<br />And now I find,<br />God is inside me<br />Who am I to say?<br />Who God is…?</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-64658200965073293052012-01-22T23:19:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:19:19.551+05:30Half Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The angels can't have it,<br />This sentiment is human,<br />What good are wings for?<br />If you can't feel the wind on your face,<br />This feeling isn't democratic,<br />But can make it to every king's wish list,<br />Every day dreamer wishes for,<br />A realist's reprise,<br />The line that is pushed,<br />For the wishes to bloom,<br />Turn back the arms of the clock,<br />Who could have known the joy in learning,<br />Stand back and read,<br />Behold! the jealously of mediocre minds,<br />For this art is a dream<br />Dare not awake the demons.</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-76879982827903375822012-01-22T23:16:00.005+05:302012-01-22T23:16:48.298+05:30Fallen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The tears have melted<br />And returned to the streams<br />And streams into falls.<br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-41148208710575454572012-01-22T23:16:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:16:25.776+05:30For those<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For those willing to sacrifice,<br />I am nice,<br />But, others pay the price.<br /><br />For those who are wise,<br />Take my advice,<br />Identify the truth from the lies.<br /><br />For those who put faith in Christ,<br />The words will suffice,<br />But, others throw the dice.<br /><br />For those willing to rise,<br />Break the ice,<br />But, others choose your vice.<br /><br />For those with dreams in their eyes,<br />Play your cards right,<br />But, others throw high fives.<br /><br />For those willing to sacrifice,<br />My patience has a price,<br />But, others say I am nice.</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-91279504463405384162012-01-22T23:15:00.006+05:302012-01-22T23:15:39.280+05:30Good Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are dreams<br />And there are dreams,<br />That fuel the passion,<br />The rest all are nightmares.</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-34273282433618343862012-01-22T23:15:00.003+05:302012-01-22T23:15:15.997+05:30Worth More<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tell me what are these words worth<br />Is it just me?<br />That these daffodils look so good,<br />Or is it Wordsworth?<br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-72165085736063556632012-01-22T23:15:00.000+05:302012-01-22T23:15:00.686+05:30Freedom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
With every line written,<br />All I have given,<br />These rhymes nothing more,<br />Than self made prison,<br />Trying to avoid tunnel vision,<br />The pen that left crimson,<br />The petals of emotion,<br />The decals of wisdom,<br />Rip apart <br />Like faint heart,<br />This aint art.<br />This dirt on my shoes,<br />Aint wishing for me to loose,<br />Every step taken,<br />The pages left brazen,<br />True rhymes feel like a haven,<br />For the endangered species of the kingdom,<br />I aint talking about reading between the lines,<br />I am talking about freedom.<br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-12498500989432018732012-01-22T23:14:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:14:29.493+05:30I never said it would be easy to love me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There's so much on my mind,<br />Couldn't say all that in a line,<br />Keep you begging for more,<br />This love ain't unconditional,<br />I am an enigma in its very essence,<br />Even in my absence, you can feel the presence,<br />I can make you feel like top of the world,<br />And bring you down the next second,<br />Keep you guessing,<br />I can assure you, you haven't met anybody like me,<br />And if you have, it was me, more than likely,<br />It could take a lifetime to know me,<br />Still remain an untold story,<br />Sorry for all the mood swings, it wasn't me,<br />Its the two colors on my mood ring,<br />Sorry for all the drama that I do bring,<br />Of all the things I hate, there are just two things,<br />The people who can't do what they say,<br />And the people who can't do what they say,<br />I get mad at things you would least expect,<br />And still I never lost your respect,<br />I am like the calm before the storm and after it,<br />Leave you destructed and you never asked for it,<br />Then come back to count the casualties,<br />Like it wasn't my fault, actually,<br />I am quite like the silent thunder,<br />Thrill you if you dare to wander,<br />There are 2 sides of each coin,<br />The sides keeps changing,<br />My closet needs re arranging<br />I am full of paradoxes,<br />But like the wind you can't box me,<br />I don't like the way things must be,<br />I never said it would be easy to love me*<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-68540357620442569762012-01-22T23:13:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:13:36.133+05:30Butterflies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I get lonelier each time,<br />You go away,<br />If I had one wish,<br />I wouldn't let you go away,<br />But things are getting complicated,<br />I hope I could find a way,<br />Today I couldn't talk much,<br />We can't always have our way,<br />I wish I could have known your,<br />Lot sooner than I have,<br />But then I feel I have known,<br />you since ever, even though I haven't ,<br />And feel the butterflies,<br />May be coz its spring,<br />Or is it,<br />That we have a thing,<br />Not treat you <br />Like a fling,<br />Coz if it was<br />I wouldn't feel special,<br />And we are just friends,<br />So what is it that has got me to think*</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-86822040072532188342012-01-22T23:12:00.005+05:302012-01-22T23:12:59.858+05:30Manifest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So tell me<br />what the meaning of struggle<br />I said its beautiful<br />now it seems ugly<br />I thought I walked the mountains<br />thinking otherside<br />would be lovely<br />I thought I won<br />disappointment greeted<br />sore losers then<br />why do I hold this pen<br />like a grudge<br />swam seven seas<br />to get away<br />from the rage of the river<br />brilliant<br />like circling moths<br />not knowing<br />the day is still to come<br />I thought I got<br />moksha<br />only to realize<br />I was praying all this<br />while to the wrong God<br />But I know<br />faith has nothing to do<br />with religion<br />I am trying to split<br />the seas<br />no dreams<br />blinding my stares<br />just gaze at the four walls<br />looking for<br />visions from the Lord</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-6596219669040832122012-01-22T23:12:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:12:09.679+05:30Flower Bed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
staring at the ceiling for hours<br />like I am fallin on the bed of flowers<br />with thorns,<br />my last wish,<br />may the flowers <br />be roses</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-72028499551284291412012-01-22T23:11:00.005+05:302012-01-22T23:11:55.577+05:30Untitled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
_I wrote it down<br />just to remember<br />in case<br />you ever forget,<br />I wrote it on the ceiling<br />just so that<br />you can read it<br />before you go to sleep,<br />I thought <br />you slept with lights on<br />but I was wrong.... contd_</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-46798789871000574622012-01-22T23:11:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:11:22.561+05:30Fade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish I could put down,<br />In words<br />What I feel,<br />But words are just words<br />They can never express what I feel,<br />And feelings change,<br />Just memories remain,<br />And overtime,<br />Memories fade<br />like the dark circles<br />under my eyes...</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-12991878502517382392012-01-22T23:10:00.004+05:302012-01-22T23:10:44.460+05:30Worth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the itch was so bad<br />that I scratched till it bled,<br />I felt so much pain,<br />that I cut till it was dead,<br />and your love was so good,<br />I loved till it hurt,<br />And life is short,<br />what's the measure of its worth?</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-46899972308899507852012-01-22T23:10:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:10:22.433+05:30Peak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So many things to do,<br />So little time,<br />24 hours ain't enough,<br />The wish to be the first,<br />I want to end my thirst,<br />at a fountain,<br />I want to climb the mountain,<br />which has no peak,<br />And I came so far<br />Just on belief...</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-62155053517115641612012-01-22T23:09:00.006+05:302012-01-22T23:09:56.446+05:30Dreamshatterer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If it wasn’t for this pen,<br />My whole present would be spent,<br />With lost souls,<br />Finding peace with consoles,<br />Would I be able to bear the onslaught,<br />Only God knows,<br />But all I muster is false hope,<br />Coz my audience lesser than dog shows,<br />No skull or crossed bones,<br />Only dive deeper than the bottom of the glass,<br />My bottle has been smashed,<br />After few shots it all makes sense,<br />Don’t bother with the blend,<br />Keep pace with the bleeding pen,<br />My only weeping friend,<br />the feelings won’t matter,<br />coz the hope gets lost, and the dream shatter*</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-89000349521040006582012-01-22T23:09:00.002+05:302012-01-22T23:09:17.804+05:30Untitled(suggest title)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You can only dream of<br />places I have been<br />Mentally,<br />All the things<br />I did for my family,<br />All they did,<br />instead of helping me,<br />Is trying to<br />put sense in me,<br />When I come to a point<br />Where I am<br />about to plead insanity,<br />A room of variances,<br />Out of body experiences,<br />Mental orgasms,<br />Heart full of spasms,<br />The ones<br />my past couldn’t fathom,<br />This ain’t a struggler’s anthem,<br />But I can’t help but,<br />Generalize,<br />And I can’t undermine,<br />That I felt heaven,<br />At least on my fingertips,<br />I found hope,<br />At the brink of disbelief,<br />Don’t blame the postman,<br />If you put the wrong address,<br />Life is a bitch,<br />depending on how you dress her,<br />Let the broken glass,<br />Mess up the dresser,<br />Rosewood, Redwood, any wood,<br />If I could I would,<br />The more I clench my fists,<br />the more sand I loose,<br />But I choose not to,<br />just my screws,<br />My life is like a travelogue,<br />No just ticket needed just travel along,<br />Like a broken pen and a moleskin,<br />A DSLR and an eye to watch closely,<br />No backpacker,<br />Just a bad actor,<br />Modern day rye catcher,<br />Self financer ,<br />A mere puppet on the string,<br />That life hangs by,<br />finding questions to some bad answers,<br />Putting up with bad promise makers,<br />When a promise may curse,<br />Life is just a makeshift,<br />Life is what you make it,<br />Or make of it*<br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-64509455859444737222012-01-22T23:08:00.001+05:302012-01-22T23:08:36.936+05:30Only Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the life we live<br />each passing wind<br />scars the heart<br />to give it the shape it takes<br />some scars are hard to heal,<br />some scars you don't want to heal,<br />some feelings are hard to kill<br />a mark so precise,<br />you know the touch,<br />a breath so close,<br />no need to rush,<br />a petal to pick,<br />only I could love u so much.</div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-55217890203045134132012-01-13T06:28:00.000+05:302012-01-13T06:28:32.126+05:30Piece of Mind 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Through emotions that brim,<br />
My devotion is deep,<br />
For every instance that I sleep,<br />
Through,<br />
I am glad we made it through,<br />
Few shattered cell phones,<br />
No broken glasses known,<br />
Few broken dreams I am trying to collect,<br />
Watching golden sunsets,<br />
Not yet,<br />
But I have no regrets,<br />
I traded pain, for highs and lows,<br />
Till the time froze,<br />
This is the life I chose,<br />
Through poetry and prose,<br />
You, my only outlet,<br />
From the outset,<br />
To vent my frustrations,<br />
My guide through strange nations,<br />
And my vague patience,<br />
My stronghold through age races,<br />
Can't escape when my face makes it,<br />
Appear so clear,<br />
My only near and dear,<br />
When I least made sense,<br />
Sorry, When I saw past your every defense,<br />
And my every pretence,<br />
<br />
Glass with wine and incense,<br />
Travels with no nonsense,<br />
All this traded for a today,<br />
For which I have nothing to say,<br />
But a better tomorrow,<br />
Not a promise that is hollow,<br />
Don't worry, In time,<br />
I will make your miseries mine,<br />
Beyond a diamond ring,<br />
And everything,<br />
That has a place and time,<br />
No words to define,<br />
God sent, Something so divine,<br />
To share my life,<br />
Empower you with the title of wife,<br />
Beginning to renew,<br />
I understand your point of view,<br />
All the things we have been through,<br />
Ineffable tears that ran through,<br />
The valleys of disappointments<br />
Memories and moments,<br />
And all this,<br />
Against my parents wish*<br />
<br /></div>Vulcanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562570334329537435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15142870.post-33249237647111700042011-02-03T07:11:00.002+05:302011-02-03T07:25:56.322+05:30Untitled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Revolution will not be televised,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The same way television will not be revolutionized,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thats why I use this pen,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The revolution in my hand,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A generation cannot be defined,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What is a definition of a generation?</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Where do we draw the line?</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am trying to push the line,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mold it into words,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Never get over this crush</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Unlike a high school infatuation,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Look again, in fact what you are facing, </div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Deeper than my dead skin,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My heart racing,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Genuinely, I am in love,</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">All my love in genuine plus all of the above*</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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