If It Were...

If it were so easy,
To bring the words
From heart to lips,
What need the soul be,
Since in itself it would lose its meaning.

If it were so easy,
To end the wait,
From years to a second,
What would happiness be,
Since the reason of being happy would be lost.

If it were so easy,
To have her love,
From miles apart into
hugs never to depart.
Where would the love be,
Since the distance keeping it alive
Would cease to exist.

If it were so easy,
To deceive all the distances,
To just be all the more closer,
What need the feelings would be,
Cause its not the distance
But feelings that keeps us closer.

If only life would be so easy,
Then the pillars of the temple
Would also be together,
But they stand apart for each other
Else the temple would not be there
To recognize their love forever.

The Wrath

The anger in me burst tonight,
The hidden hilt's wrath shout what lies inside,
The past gone long and forgotten,
What lies is my hidden anger frightens.

Anger is the beast they say,,
Calm and composed, a gentleman's way,
But I ask the anger where dissipates to,
when the bleak thread breaks through.

Where does the flame hide beneath the flesh,
Rise up high, like a burning mesh.
Calm and patience gives their way,
The beast roars and the days are Grey.

Friends look foe,
And foes are dead,
Love gone, the life in shreds.
And the man known changed to gray.

And still I hide my blatant anger.
Rust to core, I stay calm and linger.
To those times of baseless betrayals.
the anger in me still there and shimmers.

Oh! How much I afraid to let it loose,
Afraid to shred the blood of the goose,
The blood I know would taste for the time,
But it'll be regret for a lifetime.

Lest I should be the way,
I am now and forever may,
For the well being of those who flames my anger,
Also for those who extinguish it later....

Back in the Future....

My Diary had been tasting the dust and breathing the essence of naphthalene inside my wardrobe since office and work takes the toll on me on weekdays to let my pen spill its blood on the flesh of the paper. On weekends, the sands seems to melt and slip through the nozzle. Its just sometimes when I find solitude amidst the hustling crowd sitting by the side of a glass wall, looking at the wrong and right turns on a creaky turning, enjoying my best coffee. And Barista is one such place for me. Loyal to my blast at Barista, since my college days, I still manage to visit this place till date.

Being a habit of mine, with a blank paper in front of me, that is the bill, I often do happen to fill it up with my abstract crap. One such amounted bill with words for the un-amounted desire:

And if it were this song,

the coffee being same.

Chocolaty and fudgy,

the crispy taste through it's frame.

And she with me,

The coffee forever

will taste great.

With each gulp,

I'll drown in her eyes,

of dreams and reality,

just for a chance,

the still so empty cup

And me in hand in hand,

Wait for that moment.

If only...

She would be with me....!!

Grant Me....

A wish if granted thy,
I would bow my head
and away I fly.
To where I could hear
My heart beat by,
Unknown of the fact,
Without her I will die.

A touch if granted thy,
I would bow my head
and close my eye.
If ever a tear rolled down,
What more a touch worth,
than to swipe her cry.

A life if granted thy,
I would breathe the air
Look up at the sky.
Where I can smell her presence,
Amidst a thousand passer by.
Lest I should not breathe
without her by my side.

A moment if granted thy,
I would hold my eyelids tight.
Won't let them drop,
to see her smile
Capture the moment in my pupils
And her smile would live forever,
Nevertheless, the mortal body is lifeless on the pyre.

A truth if granted thy,
I would shout out loud,
never away I would shy.
To be with her,
for this life,
And for time immortal,
Ages depart by....

Numb Whispers

The sun rises from the east,
as they said,
And that's what they believed.
But when the dark redeems,
Light loses its beams,
Has the thought ever arise,
Where did the crimson moon rise?

They joined their hands,
bowed their heads,
prayed to God
and kicked the poor.
And still they believed
God was there above.

And they believed,
Lost in ashes
The Phoenix did rise,
But vane humanity rust,
When will we ourself rise.

And so I believe,
What my eyes sees,
Speak the words,
What my heart believes.
Lies and truth I judge thyself.
Though not perfect,
Almost perfect can be.
Not just a dot I think,
I'm just another human amidst otherselves.

The Paper

The ink waiting to kiss

the blank paper laid,

waiting for the flow

through my pen and my heart's glow.

A simple piece of paper,

Dead blank, plain and white

Staring blank at me,

asking me face to face

To what my thoughts pondered all over,

Who is she that paper awaits the sketches.

A subtle smile,

from away miles, I replied,

Its just words that would pour.

Its your blankness I need,

The romance of you and the ink,

The beauty of the flow,

My feelings, pen and you

that would draw her out with my words.

And you would reflect her beauty,

her meaning to my life,

her happiness, her sorrow,

So much would you mean for me.

You would be alive,

living the love of the ink,

Kiss of my pen and pain,

A sacrifice never forgotten,

of her, you,

Will be the only rememberance.

Who Are You?

Who are You?
I asked thee,
Unknown,Yet I know still,
A face never seen,
Yet familiar it seems,
Thy voice unheard,
Yet sweet rhythms chimes within,
And I query yet again,
Who are You?
I ask thee.

And she says,
I'm the known of the unknown legacy,
A face sketched,
zest and passionately,
The echoin' sounds,
Whom you long to see.
I answer thy query,
I'm the throbbing heart of thee.

Depart!!!

Were I to depart,
to the cold fury,
For sometimes things just do not go my way!!!

Were I to depart,
to the threads of tears,
For the times when I lost someone close to my heart!!!

Were I to depart,
to the reign of fire and jealousy,
when Love gets sold round every dark alleys!!!!

Were I to depart,
to the darkness,
when I lit a candle and say a prayer for her,
and the light is dimmed and gone!!!!

Were I to depart,
to the unknown fear,
When age has to rot this precious youth today!!!!

Were I to depart,
when the world fights for peace,
and blood still flows in the name of it!!!!

And if departing were so simple,
I would not be a human anymore,
Born with a fate,
amidst the dark clouds of thunder,
lest I forget to enjoy the wonder of the dripping blessing,
life and its beauty,
And I just can't let it go....

Tugged Apart...

What is it that keeps lingering to me?
From the dark corners of life I lived long.
What is it that keeps haunting me on?
Bewildered, they keep coming strong.

How is it I still feel the blaze of noon,
While I look up to the setting sun,
How is it I feel this chilled cold
Yet I stand to face the burning gun.

A shot of bullet, a piercing sound
echoes a hole around
through my body bone and flesh,
Yet no blood round my mesh.

The scar still sore,
Yet to heal
But I wondered who did it?
Why these Goosebumps chill up my neck?
of things undone and I still regret.

At last I could see the blood ooze out
Not 'Present' nor 'Future'
My 'Past' revolved around
And I being helpless look around
How do I cling off this hungry hound?

Hollow sounds rechoted within,
And day in and day out,
My vain efforts got bound
Sometimes I could find myself at rest
Just to turn around for another mess.

The soil go soft beneath,
My feet and toes go all numb,
I sow down deeper into land
My past sucks me into the never-ending quicksand!!

But arrogant and ignorant me,
failed to see those smiles around
of not mockery or jeer,
A hand of help lent out.
And all I did was to look away
And follow trails to the smiles of the dead.

And now, I realized my folly,
forgot my worth of being jolly.
Of what I meant for others was first,
Welcomed my present all happy and glory.

I held up my hand
to hold those around
A hug, a push, affection I felt,
Oh. the past still dreads behind,
but I am too loved by 'Present'
Happy and glorified to let it bend....

Yet Another Clothing

And I tried to Strip everything
And look deep within,
For others the person forth was
just a naked laid statue,
But for me someone too deep a well to pursue.

And I asked myself,
What lies deep inside,
of the ryhmes of the heart's chimes,
When everything superficial
gets washed away,
And the bare skin left touch to grey.

Dive I drown deeper into the vine,
of the lovely set flow of wine,
of so invently build a complex sublime,
I ponder how surprisingly this mortal body shine?
And still when you ask whats there at the bottom,
And you delve yourself to the bosom,
Knock on every door in that dark alley,
Try to turn the knob and onlock thee,
Its then when you realize,
Theres no bottom at all.
And all that comes when the knob burns
is a room full of surprises
And yet another door,
To the next room for another pack of disguises.

So lets not waste hating others,
coz the worlds got a lot for that,
Start diving and know deep within,
Enjoy the surprises of those secret doors
of that dark alley in,
And love them for a change,
For that would bring the change,
Coz it takes the whole heart to fiddle to hate,
but just a twitch to add glory to the fame.

Sneak In

Yesterday I was parsing through my old albums,
Sniffin' they essence of my old photographs,
Once Lived, now Cherished.
And I see myself evolving into someone
to whom I never thought of it before at that time.

A mischivious, prankster, jumpy lad
back in my school days,
Bag full of books and comics,
to keep my class going and
My basket full of food
to silence my stomach echoin'.

And by the time the school started reflecting me,
I was in my college days.
Four Years of my beautiful and wonderful days lived
Amidst strangers and later friends for a lifetime,
Lived amidst others, Living as one,
while there always was everyone.
A carefree and happy go lucky days in store.

And by the time I laid down on my back,
looking at the blue sky,
I wake up to find myself suited and booted
going to the office.
A regular monotonous life,
And still making life fun as much as I can.
Since life can only be boring until we ourselves are boring enough.
And still smile and laughter trickling
through heavy showers of tests and assignments.

And for those who are reading this,
Might have noticed,
That it was just yesterday that
I briefed through a small history of my life
And I do believe its still a long way down.
And it might be funny but still intriguing
That I still am discovering myself...