Mediocrity

Mediocrity
Oh! M stuck from tip to toe
looking for the shore

Floyd syndrome

Breathing FLOYD,
Burning the veil,
running from heaven to hell,
I'm comfortably dead,
U shine, O crazy diamond, U shine,
the green fields, blue sky,
awaits time,
yesterday still waits to be alive,
Alas! Emotions are frantic,
they fly high and die.

Glimpses of life

Twilight

Amidst a thousand scattered rainbows,
And a zillion sun rays,
I behold in admiration,
the sea of young saplings,
capping themselves with golden toppings,
dancing frantically in the soothing breeze,
As the dinning evening bells blitz.

Reminiscence of remnants

Some old letters lay peacefully,
freezing time in each of their fold,
Some antique articles of antic times,
sleep unaware of the conspiracies untold.

Some wishes, some prayers,
some words written with unnoticed flair,
some promises, some hopes,
And some silence, all nude and bare.
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Breeze paint pictures,
Mind traverse zillion light years,
Eyes shun dreams, still wistful,
Heart keeps trudging on.

Another year passes by.

Autumn sighs

Some strewn dry leaves wait on the roadside,
trampled mercilessly, struggling for survival,
A gust of wind sweeps them away,
As they ride on to a different land.

I pick them up,
stitch, spray n decorate,
And fix them in my drawing room vase,
they would no longer be trampled,
I think.

But their wistful eyes keep staring
the standing trees by the window pane

-- Death was better....
As another winter goes by.

who stole my weapon?

who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my room again

It never splashed blood
but healed the pain
with one stroke kindled the light
enlightened the dead brain

cutting the shackles and chains
bringing freedom in the midnight
unleashing the strained spirits
healing the woeful plight

giving faces to anonymous prayers
mending hearts of a zillion others
like blood running through the veins
It spoke of miseries that floats in drains

who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my home again

Lost Kite

Light is not so bright after all,
when everywhere there's darkness and woeful plight,
I would better stay in anonymity
and see the demons fight,
i am better a dead poet,
a vagabond and lost kite.

Sorry Brother...

I could never tell you
some words i wanna say
time ripped us apart
as you started drifting away

I admit I never understood
your feelings or your pain
all alone in the darkness
you murmured but all in vain

I realise how selfish I was
to not lend you a hand
But I swear, O Brother
you were always my closest friend

I dont't know how this distance grew
and we became estranged
and before I could catch you
you traversed to a different land

You won't beleieve me, I know
but I always adored you
your compassion for one and all
I always respected, n its true

Now as I stand, I promise
I will never leave your hand
will walk by your side, till I die
will always be your friend

Just don't leave me
please you never go
come back to life, oh Dear
we will be together like before

LAST LETTER

My words are harsh but intentions are right,
I know you are in dark but the future can be bright,
if u think -- the world is in ur hand,
or else its nothing but quicksand,

In know the present is bleak
as life traverses through unsuccessful streak
But that's all can change
life can be always rearranged

Nothing is impossible, nothing improbable
as long as u keep fighting, u can silent the babel
if u can gather urself and fight the battle
Life will surely be much more stable

sermons and lectures, it may now seem
But believe me life has oppurtunities umpteem
U have lost many battles, but the war is not over
U dont need to quit and go undercover

Clung on to hope and faith, move on
future still remains, past is gone
we all are here, including me and you
lots of hassles, happiness very few

delve deep inside and introspect
find ur strength and respect
nagging over the past, don't be upset
forgive urself and forget

Another minute elapses

3 o clock is not the ideal time to start a conversation, nor is it a time to write a mail but I have set this place for you coz I like this darkness and silence, it gives a sort of life to life, gives freedom and independence, fills u with a sense of sanity -- a sense that u are alive...

You know its u and only u and no one else whom u see at the mirror, u can go on talking without anyone to stop u, whisper to the night all alone, ur company? This dazzling light splashing out of the laptop screen, emptiness of the night and the silent din of the ceiling fan, which at times gets interuppted by the sounds of the moving vehicles which ply on the nearby flyover...

You are alone but u r happy, u talk to urself for hours, without a whine on ur face
then occasional silence often breaks it, also accompaning it are the movements
of the rich souls who are in their midsummer dreams...But when even ur own silence becomes silent it begans to haunt u...

the silence speaks a different language, which very few can gauge. It keeps on changing its linguistics rules .. speaking different words for different moods
which becomes difficult to dicipher they are once your own but the next moment they are just shadows of some gothic times just like light attimes becomes a shadow
of a distant world...movements of the pulse become a primitive touch, its amazing how u can listen to everyting, even the blood that runs thro ur veins, and the ticking of ur brain, you winking of ur eyes, the movement of ur eyelids, all seem to be audible...attimes even a melody comes out of these trivial things of sense,
which otherwise doesnt make much sense...

u wink ur eyes..and a flash runs through ur eyelids its a fraction of a millionth second but still the image ....its so clear and vivid even the breath u take bears the spark of some melting summer days, the heart all of a sudden pounds up
prevailing over the cacaphony of silence, its just a hullucination of the presense of some dead heartbeats you shared in some ancient age...

As u live an entire age, the clock takes another step and u realise its 3:01am
just one minute has gone, the night is still young, a lot still remains, so much to see, hear and taste as u delve once again in the obscurity of ur heart....somewhere the clock takes another leap to kill silence