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

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_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*

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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*

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Revolution will not be televised,

The same way television will not be revolutionized,

Thats why I use this pen,

The revolution in my hand,

A generation cannot be defined,

What is a definition of a generation?

Where do we draw the line?

I am trying to push the line,

Mold it into words,

Never get over this crush

Unlike a high school infatuation,

Look again, in fact what you are facing, 

Deeper than my dead skin,

My heart racing,

Genuinely, I am in love,

All my love in genuine plus all of the above*

Untitled

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*

unbreakable

beyond the three words,
or any word could describe,
no time or space can decide,

beyond the cliches
of love poems,
or the ring which
I can take off every time I shower,
Or calls I wait for
every hour,

beyond the loyalty,
if words could deceive,
not conditional,
but a joy to receive,

no wasting time,
no foreplay of sacrifice of mortal flowers,
no wall of promises,
that towers,

over all that makes sense,
no I am not talking
about no strings attached,
no messages
tracked,

no pressure of trying
to match the party wear,
no matter where I go,
you are always partly there,

a voice
so unmistakable,
share a bond
so unbreakable*