A Promising Reunioin

Sitting over here in my usual place at the all time favorite cafe, swinging my mood looking over the street, full of light lighten cars, never caring to look over the carefree twilights of the world, sitting merrily looking at each other's faces thinking when they would be able to see each other again, standing at the end of a very superb journey; A journey full of laughter, mockery, and sharing of feelings and more, more than this pen could express over on a piece of paper. And we sit here hiding our tears back with our old merry looking saturated faces. We promise hope hopen to meet again, may be in the near future in such a splendid evening such as this sipping coffee again remembering our days of merry youth.

Don't Try

Cultivate your hunger before you idealize
Motivate your anger to make them realize
Climbing the mountain.
Never coming down?
Break into the contents.
Never falling down.

My knee is still shaking like I was twelve
Sneaking out the classroom by the back door,
A man railed at me twice but I didn't care.
Waiting is waisting for people like me.

Don't try to live so wise
Don't cry coz your so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears.
Coz you will hate yourself in the end.

Kissin the Lipless

Called to see if your back
Was still aligned and your sheets
Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed

But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves
It has too much to do with me
And secretly I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You told us of your new life there
You got someone comin' around
Gluing tinsel to your crown
He's got you talking pretty loud
You berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
You say you're still in love
If it's true what can be done
It's hard to leave all those moments behind

You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness away

Facts...

Those who come and go leave nothing to share.
Fools are not those who still remain to share,
but those who just lose them when they were there.

Life of a Cigerrate

You lit me with desire
kissing me with your lips
and lit me with fire,
till I burn and my ashes drip.
And you kill me burning my pyre,
till your love trips,
and your passions sway
smashing me and
then throw away.
But I still live burning more higher
'cause sooner or later you would surely need
For whom I'll be always there to heed.

The Broken Bridge

Somewhere from my past comes forth
A bridge which they said was broken though
Railway tracks ran beneath,
And lonely dark lanes surrounding it.
Ruthless cars stomp the bridge
Never caring for that shadow in between.
A shadow too long for a height,
A shadow with visions bright,
A shadow very hard to fight,
A shadow so known, so familiar in sight,
A shadow with it, I no doubt was in love that night.
Yet I no longer long for it
'Cause its just a shadow I feared
And a spark of light would make it disappear.
And lastly what remains
wandering in my memory lanes,
Is the night I stood insane
On that very bridge that they say is broken...

A Perfect Day of Memories

I woke up to a shining morn
To see the leaves all yellow and worn.
The sweet spring scent swept the air,
A day so perfect I lived so rare.
A perfect start
for a perfect task,
with mind so fresh
And heart so clear
Happy rhythms chimed within
and memories stream forth beaming.
Ahh!!! Those were the days.
when happiness reigned
and time just flew
like drops of rain.
So infinite were they,
But so precious in their own way,
Seems as if , it was just yesterday.
But now they have being lived
and with the swaying leaves have swept away.
Slowly the morning turned its shade
and before I realized,
the sky turned deep wine red.
Oh!! The sun just about to set,
So gorgeous and glorious in it gets.
And as the horizon
swallows up the sun,
The light is conquered and
the darkness runs.
I look up in the dark sky
and see the beautiful full moon light
which shone like the face of time
of moments they remind
So beautiful and lovely, which now sublimed.

And as i rest down my head,
lost in time on my bed,
I think how lucky to have been lived
a time just worth to keep as a memory gift.
The only precious thing to possess
No age, No time, Nothing can ever distaste.
Since these sweet times will always be cherished
And these memories will always live.

Confessions of a Lonely Mind

I still wonder if I really am stuck on those few threads which I believe that they still exist even
though knowing the fact that they have been broken apart years before I realized it. May be cause, I'm too coward to accept the fact or to say in rather harsh words, the truth really did take a hell lot of toll on me. Even though aware of the fact that the truth would sorely tax on me, but I could come over it, I never really did give it a try. Might be for one reason of me being madly in love with my own fantasy world, a world full of joy, fun, frolic, excitement, adventure and unbounded love. But my own world turned out to be a kind of a battlefield, with the stinking smell of cold war blowing over it and it hit me back too hardly as I never really did expect it to.

And to pity on me all the more I repeated my mistake not once, twice or thrice but each and every time, while I always had the chance of being on the safe side of the tide. But no matter what, mistakes are always followed by the punishments and the tides hit me hard on the face, and to my deep surprise, it still seems impossible to awaken me from my deep somber sleep. It seems as if death is a regular visitor by my doorstep, never really did come to take away my soul but to leave me with pain and suffering to suck away my poor life.

And now after all these time, I still seem to be in my own fantasy world overlooking the fact that
around me lied a world full of treachery, betrayal, felony and not an ounce of love remaining in the air but still I pretended it to be the same merry place as it always had been. It would have been soon that I would have ceased to exist, but there was still a ray of hope of my survival and that was the river gushing straight from my burning city of angels, which others called as life for me and I called it friendship.

And with every drop from this river that touched my soul, arose the same question again and
again that did I really deserved to be in this wretched place where at one time I really lived in my own ambiance, a world accepted and still loved by others. And ages passed, finding the answer to this quest, trying to blaze off the flame of guilt from me and accusing others to have been at fault and to have murdered my soul dragging me into all these mess, but today, at this venture of my journey where After all these accusation the river really did exist to give me my last hope for survival, I finally found the answer to the quest and it never really did come as a surprise to know the fact that I, all along have been at fault.

I might have created my own world of fantasy, fun frolic, love and adventure and known that I have been residing in it for so many years but what I didn't know was that in the very process of
building my world, many more joined in to make my world complete or to be more precise make me complete. And I being ignorant never really did gave them a damn and started drifting to a place so unknown, losing my conscious gradually and started living the lie, pretending that I still existed at the very place where I started from. And time just flew like the sands on dunes and before I could realize, before I could mend things up, the whole dune shifted and by the time I returned to my place made up by my own hands, I found it barren, not a single beating heart to find a rhythm with mine. It is then I realized, that what a valuable time I wasted following a non chalant trail of blood which I could have utilized to win a million hearts, a never ending list of friends and so much more love immortal and eternal in its own way, but all just vanished like a puff in the smoke, all because of my arrogance, stubbornness and ignorance.

Time indeed is the best teacher in life. It really did turn things upside down sometimes but at the end does keep a way open for us to seek a way out. The one last chance that Time did leave me for rebuilding my world of fantasy is that through the river of friendship and it never went dry. It still flows the same way as it had been washing my soul before. But I still find myself weak, timid, crouched with fear and Time really did showed me the hard way round for now I really had to wake up to face the bare truth and no matter how harsh it turned out to be it really did bloom out the man in me.

And now again, I start to cultivate my land with those echoing laughter, jeers and mockery, with a blend of never ending selfless love and with friends who always had been there may it be in times of my happiness or sorrow, a place where fun, laughter and enjoyment will rule, love will have its eternal glory and feelings would be felt from the very core of the heart.

And for people who never really did understand the above few lines and I really don't care for
those damn losers as I have never did anyways. So I'll be happy if they would satisfy themselves by sucking some other place or to be polite...

"TRESPASSERS YE BE WARNED"

And for people who forgive me for not realizing their worth in my life and for those who really did understand some of those vague lines; I welcome you to my world with open arms.

Buried Alive

The coffin slipped below the ground
with the body laid in it
But alas!!, It still beats the sound
'cause he still has his life in it.
And still he never gave a fight
nor did he force to come alive
And laid there silent, calm and tight,
and accepted as dead being alive.
And all this while
she stood above
watched the dead being buried alive
and instead she picked the mud,
face shining with an evil smile,
the mud fell on the coffin with a thud.
And he laid silent still beneath
listening to the falling ground,
in the darkness with calm
relishing being buried under the mud from her lovely palm.
Aah what a waste
he still lied there
beneath the ground in despair
thinking his soul would breathe
and body lay lifeless beneath.
But oh no, no.
Death never came to him,
the body got trapped with the soul within
And alive he remained there,
with all the memories haunting him.
He twiched, he fought, he tried to break
but all he got was pain pain and pain.
He thought of going in a deep somber sleep
So that never to rise again and see
for what once he thought belonged to him,
but now for rest and for him it ceased to exist.
But there he was
still beneath,
alive amongst the dead,
breathing in,
of the body which smelled of her
smothered in the mud spelled by her.
And the coffin still lies there
in wait for the one to open it again,
or in wait for death
to take away his soul and
free the lifeless body beneath the mud rain.