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Thursday, 31 January 2013

Mirror


girl you gone so bad,
often it makes me sad,
to see this abomination,
feels partly my creation,
but I over-think about it,
this bit I doubt it,
that I was there just a little much,
you were always latently such,
self image so shallow,
in ignorance you wallow,
that snap you press on hundred minds,
only to receive a few rewinds,
of fake appreciation full of lechery,
feeling content revealing your misery,
that only physicality defines you,
emptiness entwines you,
so you feel this disconnect,
these mirrors you reject,
who reflect your mistake,
that you only learned to take,
and whatever you dole out,
to assuage your ego stout,
with cognizance of your philanthropy,
you reduce it to mockery,
but who are you mocking,
have a revelation shocking,
you lose friends, gain perfumes,
with lovers gone, loneliness looms,
and that is how reality strikes,
this outward self back bites,
which was created to impress,
now a reason of distress,
readily translated to promiscuity,
you face crisis of identity,
you don't feel your true self as this,
great blight comes with ephemeral bliss,
in this dark water you peddle for hope,
and in me you find an ever present rope,
which can pull you to a distant shore,
unburden your baggage to accommodate more,
and this negativity you readily infuse,
I somehow find hard to refuse,
failing to see how your conscience operates,
takes some of me and degenerates,
and it became evident in past,
I embraced true love but you I lost,
weak heart did not let me be truthful,
till today I am remorseful,
only that you have on me,
only reason I let it be,
or maybe I feel some of you can be salvaged,
not for me though as I have envisaged,
a picture for me which none of your's express,
she came and went, her memories beyond regress,
my word-hoard exhausts to do this best,
narrate my abhorrence as I lay it at rest.

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Soul sister


You thought it and I said it,
Every time we have made it,
One conciousness in, two bodies outer,
Hey soul sister.

That day brought you some good luck,
I felt butterflies in my stomach,
You can vouch I wasn't a beholder,
Hey soul sister.

Your silence was deafening,
I could feel my world sinking,
You cried alone all night I was a listener,
Hey soul sister.

You smiled cosmetic, sadness disguised,
I knew today I have to be by your side,
How, what and why did not matter,
Hey soul sister.

Once we carried the weight of world on our shoulder,
Few of those days we took turns for each other,
I'd be your strength but you were always stronger,
Hey soul sister.

Two people never meant to be together,
Are seldom designed to compliment each other,
But we have to embrace this anomaly of nature,
Hey soul sister.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Fantasy TV


how do you put behind your past
left undone, how would you last
make peace with your remnant?
how to? an obscure talent

I think of you every single day
specifically what? not easy to say
a smile somedays, wisdom on other
gleaming eyes, pain undercover

struck by magical effervesence
lonely lunatic lost worldly sense
bout of disgraceful potvaliancy
agape love was assumed pruriency

we wish to start on right foot
and end on the right one too
if only I've had that closure
if only I could get over you...

I live in a fantasy world
a subset to the tv series
in every romance or fall-out
I try to find you and me

complication of Ted and Robin
restrain of Castle and Kate
latent attraction of Elena and Damon
me in grey of love and hate

trying to find us among all these
and a happy ending to our story
like it happens in TV series
but what is a happy ending truly?

to embrace the love like Beckett
or how Stefan chose to separate
how Ted and Robin find middle thoroughfare
anxious to glean but no longer you're here

that's how we stay on hiatus
my story finds no season finale
I love you the same as time flows
lone viewer on fanciful tv alley

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Little Brother


wisdom of old,
often foretold,
and also forgotten,
by young begotten,
by lesser times,
where history thine,
became story line,
they fail to divine,
meaning underlying,
old trodden paths,
where fate hath,
dealt its blows,
and time flows,
we pass it down,
to next aeon,
not critical,
be analytical,
of what I say,
of older way.

Monday, 1 October 2012

My friend


Face of life is poker-face,
I fail to read is clearly,
Keeping up with its skip and pace,
I give up wearily.

That moment I chose my vocation,
This moment its just means to an end,
The one which is my aspiration,
Is subject to my capricious bend.

Is it corporeal what I really want,
Or some obscure spiritual craving,
I spend my days nonchalant,
Love leave my heart bereaving.

No worldly bonds tie me down,
Except my sense of responsibility,
Lonesome existence in alien town,
To mask my hearts fragility.

Its potency to love is beyond intellect,
Its penchant for camaraderie is gullible,
My canny words you've come to detest,
To misconstrue they are susceptible.

Saintly human, free from all vices,
Delve deep in your conscience,
Bear with my immoral utterances,
Judge me by my actions reminiscence.

If find time do introspect,
Were you always so saintly,
If you find an instance of misconduct,
Try to forgive mine faintly.

Your contrasting principles make me sad,
I have been their for you,
Rejected soul heartache clad,
I forsake the worldly and you.

Saturday, 28 July 2012

Old Rhyme


Old rhyme of old time,
came back to my mind,
all is well, I am fine,
but my heart is still thine.

This period of continuation,
must have a gestation,
post which lies divination,
of my reincarnation.

I changed world, I changed life,
I resolved, I will take a wife,
I believed I can end the strife,
of my love, which is thy fief.

I see so many,
I try to see you,
I satiate the monster,
But none it would woo.

How are you so amazing,
or was? your memory is ageing,
and it is like love of old couple,
no fiery youth, still love double.

As I change parallel,
I walk new plane,
All alteration ineffectual,
You in me is same.

I dream about you every day,
Believe me though when I say,
I try to push it every way,
Even in all loss, baggage will stay.

It feels sub-consciously,
Heart created a pseudo-reality,
In togetherness we walk endlessly,
I keep worshipping you perpetually.

Your memory must be faded,
And our moments outdated,
You wouldn't even miss it much,
Do you know I still bear that clutch?

You gave it to me in act of fun,
Now it waits and weighs a ton,
Still I cant let it be away from me,
It mattered once, held hair of thee.

I might sound corny or maybe sick,
Though I believe I can make it stick,
that I did love your hair much,
I feel them still as I grip this clutch.

Now when I can laugh at myself,
I thank you for all your help,
Still can't see through a mystery rare,
Either too much or not at all you care.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Happy Birthday


Of late I am engulfed in this strange frustration,
I believe it to be a corpus of imagination,
Of perfect life which I presumed,
and how it turned out in the end.

I will be superlative though to call it end,
I am attributing too much to the current trend,
But the way I closed first day of my year,
I can predict the future correct I fear.

As days passed by I saw it clear,
Days became months, later an year,
It changed me much on multiple level,
subdued my sense of risk and revel.

At first it was a cerebral quarantine,
But I overlooked my resilience I imagine,
At some point isolation helped me mend,
But human has unquenchable thirst to blend.

An idea keeps knocking on my head,
This lost time is lost till I am dead,
This thought creeps around my mind,
Sucks it dry like a parasitic vine.

Long days, lonely nights drive me nuts,
As I drown in ocean of If's and But's,
I crave intensely to get out of this place,
Talking to myself, proposing my case.

The way I repeat the same routine,
Just inhuman like a machine,
It leaves my heart with emptiness,
And this void gets filled with ancient sadness.

We all pay a price to grow,
Like heart is needed for blood to flow,
But I have gained this wisdom of eld,
We fill hearts with love even before blood.

Hence hope cant see me through this resentment,
To my daily drudge, my distasteful present,
Some might love to be at my place,
But its not my cup of tea, I must displace.

Some nice people around me I mean no disrespect,
For you I hold on, find my spirits at rest,
But our goals are different, yours and mine
I will have to exit, wish you stay and shine.

I have to find that place I belong,
Where my heart stirs up a joyous song,
Where my human can live life at its fullest,
Where my monster can indulge at its wickedest.

You know you are the only relief,
True joy I find even if in weeks,
Since You can be found wherever I go,
New strength I find to go with flow.