And then I...

And then I ran
like a roaring river
cruising my way
stumbling through the stones

And then I float
like my flimsy paperboats
across the rain waters
riding the ripples

And then I scream
like the divison bells
spreading far and wide
within a split second

And then I dive
deep into the silence
spiralling in the loops
of my wondering mind

A Mystery called 'Life'

Life's mysteries are umteen. Even before we could understand the
essence of life and its values, we are already on the track,
living each moment, experiencing its ups and downs, often
complaining and questioning ourselves the reason we are alive
and each moments adds to the already passed times and in the
process, without even our knowledge it keeps us alive, awake and
in for a mysteries journey we call life.

I call life 'mysterious', one might differ but surely for me it
the greatest mysetry of the universe or I should say even if the
mysteries of the whole universe is clubbed into one, it can't
challenge the can of mysteries that life unfolds in its sojourn.

It is a book of possibilities, an ocean of unforseen happenings,
a chronology of events, which unlike a film cannot be fast
forwarded and watched, rather it is like making a pearl
necklace--u can only do it one at a time or the necklace will
never be made.

I still remember my school days, when everyday maa would make a
tiffin, We didn't know what was in store and everyday we used to
wait for the recession period, the moment the bell rang we
should to rush to open the tiffin box and everyday there was a
surprise, sometimes exciting while some times disappointing, but
whatever it was she never ceased to amaze us.

I sometimes ponder with amazement as what a great scriptwriter
GOD must be as everyday he is writting such thrilling plots for
more then 6,706,993,152 lives on this earth, each one somehow
different from one another. Doesn't it give u goose bumps? Well,
it surely gives me quite often.

Crib, crib, crib Man
Crib your way to death
cling on to your past
And burn all night in own wrath

Nag, Nag, Nag Man
nag till you bleed
spit venom on their souls
and curse them till u breath

Cry, cry, cry Man
cry till your eyes go dry
never forgive, never forget
shoot the dove in the sky

Burn, burn, burn Man
Burn down your whole creation
You never loved this life
Go script your own extinction

Love, Lies and Betrayal
I wish I could succumb them all
Offshore from this maddening world
I could see your light and hear your's call

Always the same straw
just a broom
mopping the strewn floor

my identity is in my collars
numbers and papers
and deep pocket dollars

An ostentatious lip-gloss
wet paints and toiletries
to gloss over their flaws

Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality

They tell me dark and morbid tales,
Patient and silent, I listen
The moon shines bright up the sky
But the sun goes up in flame

Weeds of unrestrained dreams
kissed the stinging breeze
Before the devils dins
I shall be released

I'm sorry, MAA

I remember those old summer nights
You used to tell me stories of kings and queens
I remember you used to say
"My son, truth always wins"

I search those days now
but I can't find them anywhere
brushed under the carpet of my memories,
or lost in my childhood dairies

They lay unattened under a pile of dust
As many many light years away
A face in the mirror
becomes unknown with each day

But still your erased voices
sometimes wakes me up from this endless slumber
like windchimes hanging by my eardrums,
words from some bygone era float to my ear

Huh! I have spent endless sleepless nights
to hear you say those words to me once more
Maa, I am sorry I couldn't be the one
As audacious and intrepid as ur folklore

I am sorry i'm a misnomer
wearing a blinder I race everyday
I lie, I kill, I sell myself
only to be here in the fray

I'm sorry I failed to realise your dream
your dreams were too heavy to carry
So i bartered them away for some dough
Only to live life in glittery

inspired by Goirick's 'Oh Maa!'