Hellcruiser Blues

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Sunday, January 22, 2012

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