What are YOU going to do ?

One drowns his life in whiskey
One burns his life up in smoke
One skips the meal for hobby
One takes the sleep for a joke

And if one happens to be your known one

You watch as this don't matter
No day beyond this night

or

You shout
You taunt
You fight

But what if one is not listening ???

Feed the rain

Tear drops on window pane

in a room of a gloomy house

Where the shadows are blind

lies a mortal, eyes wide open

Two pillows and a sheet

and the melancholy of water

tearing the heart of sky

what music to a shattered soul

Conversation Returns

The conversation returns to mark its third edition on this blog; and this time, its Beauty and the Beast

B:

A puppet silent, in the dusty stall
The only life at the carnival
The only noise; the winds of change
Everything is mute since the day they came

The laughter echoes now in memory
Emptiness a reminder of what had been
On wooden legs the puppet wakes
In forlorn hopes of another day

G:

Buried under the webs of time
Choked of life by hands of fate
In the dusty stalls of fare
Still glimmers a ray of hope

B:

Of hopes and dreams and crystal balls
I dare not speak, lest a curse befall
Turning me into a heap of dust
Much before I have time to rust

G:

You die every minute
to live with this pain
Shadow of fear
is the devil's gain
Have faith as
sun will shine again

I'm the end

Rusty doors open with a crank

A soul walks in

Two violinists and a puppet

A coin is dropped

and puppet comes to life

Break for freedom

and a doll for prize

A coin is dropped

and a hat filled with candies

Two violins are crossed

and a train ride

with no one else on it

A coin is dropped

and balls are passed

One stretch

and glass is shattered

One more stretch

and some more

A black drop trickles

down the cheek

And the doll is dropped

beside the ballerina shoes

Trance

Bodies entangled

Skin brushing against skin

Heat rising and falling

A false sense of numbness

engulfs the mind

The air is charged up

and the sweat is dripping

The lights are fazing

and the view is hazy

The vibes running

through the spine

beat after beat

You can't defeat

the music's heat

Tranquility II

Water competing for transparency

Against the walls of opaque ice

Life flowing down the drain

Soaking every thread and grain

Traversing through the veins

Sedating every cell in me

Dissolving in the blood

The bitter flood

Turmoil

The ticks of the clock

The screech of the chalk

The odd-man of flock

The final knock

This question this time

This yearning this crime

This ache at its prime

This life is a mime

Man - the new God of Earth

Buildings towering

upon their shadows

Monsters rising

out of the earth's womb

Columns of iron

hugging each other

Mirrors kiss and gaze

the enigma of glass maze

Simple structures

forming complex creatures

Angles and arcs

by joints and sparks

Harmony of cement and steel

or the jungle of concrete

For no dust gathers on the glass

unless where man has broken earth

First Day First Show

While going through my old documents, found this stupid-ass poem I wrote on the first day of my college:

First day in the college
frightened was I
How to face seniors
What about teachers' sai
Don't know about technical wish
but will learn after a few tries
Everyone wants to chop my hair
everyone wants to share "Malai" -- Milk fat
How to shield against ragging
need wings to fly
Not to stare at girls
not to say HI
They queried about eatables
have to tell a lie
Saw a number of couples
that go singing by
Below there feet is "Maal Road" -- Road to Girls' hostel
above their heads is pretty sky
There are a lot of idiots
to whom I have to say "Bhai" -- Brother
Although I can write much more
But I have to go to "Nai" --Barber

Here is the unedited version of the poem or whatever you want to call it. Although I wanted to change it to make it look a bit maturer and correct but then the idiot factor would've been lost. This one reminded me of earlier poems by CHEESY CHAMELI (kyon bey, hai na teri takkar ki !! :P)

Call of the beast

Red radium lit hands

against the black dial

The chrono croons the time

Its thirty four past one

Night is young,

peaking to its bloom

time to hit the road

Metal into metal

and the beast grunts

Two beams of white light

piercing the heart of night

The night suddenly wakes up

to the loud shrieks of

rubber crunching gravel

Fire in the belly of the beast

and a large growl

A grey dot zigzagging

along a greyer line

Flashing past the blinking lights

सवाल एक अस्तित्व का

नामुमकिन तो नही है
काटना यह पल
तन्हाई समेटे हुए
सारे जहाँ की
भीड़ के घेराव में भी
काटता कचोटता सूनापन
आवाजें भेद नही पाती अब
कानों की गहराइयां
हर मंज़र धुंधला है
यादों की धुंध तले
एक टीस उठती है
रह रह कर
चीखती चिल्लाती हुई
मानो कह रही हो
कब तक रहेगा तू
कब तक सहेगा तू

Cerebral Palsy

I was used to loneliness

and then things changed

It all started for fun

and then things changed

Calm and sanity were off springs

and then things changed

Jealousy and possession creped in

Now I want things to change

The question now floats in my cranium

Was I happy being sad ??

My Carnival

Come seethe in rain

For this burning

Can’t be quenched

Without your love

A cloud of gloom just

settled on fluttering heart

This heart is pining

Craving for your love

Don’t walk away,

Don’t walk away

leaving me here

longing for your love

A Robbed Soul

Crawling shadows

past blinking lights

Talking hands

shouting eyes

Skin beneath

window pane

pale and bleak

Few sobs buried

under display

Make up of

fake giggles

One more night

one more death

Prostitution is considered as world's oldest profession/business. Yet there are no rules, no laws, no hearings and no answers to certain questions.....

Jealousy Woes

Oh Lord ! I beseech to thee

Impart me with strength

to raze off this jealousy

Jealousy is a strange thing

It can make a sane person

behave in weirdest possibility

Your possession I want

even though I know

You aren't my property

And it bolsters my faith in my name, I am a gone case, total fool !!

Tranquility

A matchstick stroke

A puff disappearing

Dissolving slowly

in the air

Losing existence

taking something

along with

Long weak threads

Linking life

and beyond

A dot of fire

dazing and fazing

gorging on time

Bitterness inhaled

Life exhaled

Deja Vu

As I walk in the

shadows cast by

the sarcophagi of

my own happiness

It comes back to me

Same hurt same pain

same longing all again

When refrain was the word

I must be fool

Some people never learn

It holds so true

They say the first cut

is the deepest

Then why it hurts so much

this time too

Converse Reloaded

G: How you define something
which you want so badly
But will give your best
to avoid it from happening

C: There is no definition
no words
but love is something
that happens without premonition

G: Why would I want love
when it always hurts me
when its more of a shackle
than a key to be free

C: A key can set you free
or lock you in
love can be fun too
its your choice baby

G: A key can open a lock
but can't crack a wall
How can you mould it
when you can't control it

C: Uncontrolled craziness is cool
why do you want to bind it
go with the flow
and if you can't
it's ok, u aren't a fool

G: Its not about insanity
the problem is the war
and when both sides are your own
doesn't matter who's at par

C: Don't make war
make love baby
You may be on both sides
but its not about winning
Bow down to your heart
joy will hit you like a dart

G: What do you do
when the fight is between
two splits of your heart
Where can I find an answer
because love games are neither
explained by science nor art

C: I can't give an explanation
not everything has an answer
Science or art
can't explain matters of the heart
Don't get into this discussion
it won't help in any way
Let life unfold its mysteries to you
some may be good, some bad
But let me tell you my friend
love will find you in the end

Converse

A conversation between two friends:

U: Take a walk with the stars tonight

Do a tango with the spirits of the night

Let your heart reach out like a kite

Get drenched in the colors so bright

Fulfill every dream in this dreamy night

This poem for you my heart wished to write

When I thought of wishing you a sweet goodnight

I hope to you it seems alright (Period)

G: What sadness that seethes in me tonight

Even stars can't take it away

With their light so bright

Emotional stupidity is the cause of my plight

Thanks for the lovely words

Wishing you good night (Period)

U: Run away from the blinding light

Watch every sadness melt away

Into the embracing night

Emotions are badges

Wear them with pride

Wish i could make you feel better

Could a hug kill your plight (Period)

G: Running is not a solution my friend

Day is half of your life

If you waste half of it avoiding

The meaning of living is rife

Showing emotion is risky my friend

Cuts like a knife (Period)

U: Emotions like people are of different kind

They can heal and warm

Or smother you in binds

They are your feelings

They are you

Don't shun them aside

Feel them understand them

Only then you'll be fine (Period)

U: Another night another dream

Of flying cars or engines of steam

What do you want to be tonight

A soldier, a sailor or a ballerina

With dress of light (Period)

G: Dreams are what you want to be

What you want to do is

What you dare to see

Neither a soldier, nor a sailor

A wandering soul who’s born free (Period)

U: Oh wandering soul

Where do you go

Looking for what treasures

Running from what foe

Born free you were

Like a lark to fly

Then how did these chains

Come to bind you so (Period)

G: Souls are free from responsibilities of life

A successful son, a well settled daughter

A well earning dad, a loving wife

Roles to be played are reasons of strife (Period)

U: Roles to be played

Duties to fulfill

The vicious circle of life

The reason for all strife

But above them all

There’s a duty too

A duty you have to

No one but you

A duty to be free

A duty to dream

A duty to desire

A duty to be

In the walk of life

Amidst all your strife

Don’t forget yourself

Don’t sacrifice your vision

Live out your whims

Hopes fantasies (Period)

G: No matter how good it sounds

Dreams are bound with duties

It may sound funny

But in the end

It all boils down to money (Period)

I don't have a title for this

Two demons dwell in me

satisfaction and sanity

blabbering aloud

impiously irreverent

blasphemous profanity

Satisfaction leads to peace

sanity is road to

materialistic vanity

What will it take

to fill this abyss

but one thing I know

I won't leave my fate

in the hands of uncertainty