The light shines the brightest

rain and reflections

2009-11-08T13:51:00.000+05:30

I wish I can hold it closer,
I wish I had good voice to sing.

It is easy to let go,
But you need to have it to do so.

Tiny droplets from the sky,
Which caste, creed, colour
Or carbon can hold claim to it?

A never ending journey,
Who knows since whence it commenced?
I am a bubble, among such eternal beings,
It is palpable, yet unreachable,
Camphoraceous it melts away.

What can contempt breed?
Is there a word for this purity,
This sense of attachment,
To something so flippant?

An ode to the world,
One worth being sung again and again.
So it does, gracing everything,
A reminder that in itself something exists.

Every step man takes,
Is another into thin obscurity.
Yet these vapourous beings,
Float into our lives like dreams.

The moment alone lives,
Everything else tries to survive,
In our volatile memories.

Can I evaporate with these crystals,
When the sun comes out again,
Can I be transformed and ported,
To the mythical worlds of the world?

Seeing is mere illusion,
How can I ever trust, this is real?
Love is nothing but letting go
And hoping that it is.

There is nothing harsher,
There is one critique-
"This is not poetry".

But the world is beyond,
Processes- who thought out?
It is there. We can research,
But what do we find, anyway?

It offers solace,
At least to those in a scorched land.
Yet it affects many,
Lives displaced,
Yet isn't it, our civic senses' work?

What order?
Words come naturally,
A dictionary can rhyme,
but it is gullible and crass,
Work of a defeated mind.

As the rain babbles,
As the water dabs.

Magic? It is natural.
So too is belief.
So too is man.
Why restrain?
Let go, let go, let go.

If you can't dance or sing,
So what? Just move with it.
Hear it. Feel it. touch it.

Storms breed no contempt-
For cracks are found where
There is a lack of integrity.

We are one- man and nature.
Forget it; Have some solidarity.
It rains because it should.
You and me should grow,
For we should.

Your buildings are good,
You can think, but never out think.
It is not might, it is the ways.
For balance is everything-
Ignorance is no reason.

Try to hold on,
I am trying to hold on-
To these tiny things.
They seem to bullet down,
Yet sometimes, the drizzle.
But still.

How long can I hold it?
A bucket full?
A ocean full?
No way. It is it's way.
Mine is mine.
Your's is your's.

Sojourns.
Let go. The song does float.
Airs breath anyway,
So don't try to hold.

I watch it come and then go.
Who knows where?
Can I distinguish it?
Maybe that touch,
That bond?

Time moves on.
Everything evaporates.
Neither sun. Nor earth.
Only you and me.

trust

2009-11-03T08:56:00.000+05:30

From a drop of thought,
Came the world I believe in.

Trust is easier when there is optimism,
Life is smooth when there are no schisms.

So I try to forget the wars of past,
I try to elope into my thoughts.

If only the weather would remain,
So cosy and fine, with an eternal rain.

Tomorrow is etched into our future,
Yesterday couldn't have been any better.

But every thought does sally,
And then does rally.
Finally,

It does lead,
Should we be?

even if not,
The wars were fought,
Why worry now, why retort?

Laze away,
Ease your day,
Take no offence,

For it is a pity,
That some are lead astray,
By psuedo piety.

Trust yourself,
And see the far away zenith,
Beneath does lie your world,

What can it be?
Today's city, is tomorrow's rubble?
Fear does move,

But in there somewhere,
We trust, that the world is not such.

History could have been,
But it was, by today never seen.

Beards and ghosts might hang on,
But why let the desperation cling on?

We all can learn, for sure, about humanity
It's long fights with it's vanity,

End of the day, summer is in May,
Today will be today, however hot it is.

So forget not to trust
In yourself and leave the rest,

To the world, around,
Watch and listen to that which surrounds.

What is this world?

2009-10-19T23:11:00.002+05:30

An infinite rhythm flows through
And within a joy spreads.

If oneness is everything,
Then unity is called love.

Peace is understanding the unity,
Which exists ubiquitously around.

In peace, there is that joy,
Timeless, that which remains forever.
Yet it does seem to disappear,
When we are moved,
And our balance is dispersed,
It seems to vanish to somewhere within;
As the cobwebs gather, it is almost forgotten,
But a spark relights it again and verses again begin.

Every time we feel the energy move,
Every time we feel the present to be a de javu,
We open ourselves to the world,
The universe is one with us.

For everything of one,
Shall be of that, for no change
Can change the roots,
Nor can there be a negation,
For one is one, though
Within it is three-
The plus, the minus and the object.

The propensity of love,
Causes and from such causation,
Evolves a world,
Where progress to singularity
Is the motive-Individuality
Of each of the one, moving
To form pieces of the song,
Together everything does belong.

Merchant shores do move,
And the sky harbours wishes,
Yet as one does stand on Earth,
Arms outstretched, everything converges-
Energies seek unity, for peace be,
We all try to reach that which we seek.

We seek nothing but understanding,
First of our want and then the satisfaction.
From that another one does grow,
And as a higher need does feed our growth,
We grow into the knowledge our of own.

From such a cognition, does come,
The know how of self,
And the phantasmagoria called life.
Life is a mere an activity,
That which has risen out of need-

The need to know the recesses
The need to feel pain and the guilt,
Without which, we will wilt.
Belief is not in seeing or understanding,
But belonging- unless the worlds are one,
There is no sense of day and night,
For that which exists shall always do.

Yet if everything is as such,
All that we fell can be, of our mind,
Fragments of imagination.
And unless we are sure,
That our feet are on the ground,
How can we know we are bound?

Laws are meant to stop predicaments,
Gods are meant for controlling humans-
For the God is whence came the origin,
The one complete being.

Such a complete one,
Is found in all, adroit,
Alive, the force called life.
And in such a force it moves,
Everything to completion,
An eternal perfection,
Where nay exists dark or light,
For everything falls into one ocean,
In which the system moves as one,
And such a one stays still,
Windless, for it has dissolved the air,
And in such stillness it lives eternal.

Or such may be a fragment of a greater,
Who knows? For always there is something
Beyond everything, and all we can tell is that
Ultimately that there is something
And we are a part of such.

For a dot, it represents the line,
For a circle, the tangent is a point.
And if we are nothing more than that,
One in a line of continuum, of perceptual
force or forces that move and shift forever,
We are aware of as much and none more.

But if every dot, does carry the same current,
Then as that we know, everything in this world,
For who can hold the one force within called life,
For belief is faster than hope, it does remove
Any chance of fear, guilt or self-reproach.

Such a belief is one gained out of presence,
Either as a viewer or as one who takes part-
When either we are a catalyst or the one
Who uses another such to renown the 'I'.

When we are nothing more than a molecule-
Of water, when we conduct everything that is,
When we are a solvent to everyone,
Then we know that the Earth does exist.
Until such a time, the world is as hard as a rock
But as real as the mists that engulf them.

And if a drop in a glass can be understood,
Can we then say we are fastidious,
And thus since everything is one,
There is none left for us to learn?

Or is such knowledge meant to open a portal,
Through which we reach another world,
From where more paths lead,
And there we choose again,
The way we want to reach?
If from a single thought,
Everything arose,
Now can it all be gone,
As and when the force chooses?
Or is it that every progeny,
Will go on and on,
And then many more shall rise,
Till at last we are left in a world of our's?

And if everything is of the 'I',
Then am I under my own spell?
Is there a way to reach,
Beyond this reach,
And see the true reality?
Or is me being lead now, a fantasy?
Then what is reality?
When can we ever know where we are,
If everything is just another power.

What is the use of the world then,
With its prayers and pains,
If as it is everything does remain?

But nothing can be at rest,
And so we say the sands shift,
And in some space we drift.
Who has seen this to say such,
Unless of course we can project
Our heads upwards to the stars,
Amongst the planets and cloudy plains?

And if we do believe that,
Then we say everything beyond moves,
So if everything moves on itself,
In itself as well, then what is it that holds
To create a world and a base?
If that thing is that one,
Then why does it do so?
What is the use of anything
Unless we do know why we are?

All we claim is that the song must be sung,
But why? Is there a world beyond?
Are we nothing but a book, masters
And slaves which another carves-
What we crave is a mere wish,
Of another which through thoughts
Tries to stitch a world whence
It can draw upon strength and morals?

And if that is what we are,
Then we have no control over anything.
The wind will blow as per the wishes,
Waters will breach shores and it shall.

For tales and lore are our remembrance-
The painter does image a girl that he paints,
So does the thinker, the people the thinker thinks.

But what if, it is none such,
what if it is another way,
Which we have failed to see.
What if such reasons are beyond us?
What if it is better we remain neutral?

But then isn't our agnosticism or disbelief,
A product of such as well? We can otherwise
Be harsh and be men of weird wisdom,
Declaim every notion and pinpoint on evolution.

Yes, that is true as well,
But to what vain oh! Brothers
Of reason? Can you say love is chemical
And none more, For bonds are fostered
By heat or physical force- not of the ulterior
Called love, where you can hold a lass and chant
A verse and lose your self in beauty, a moment
Which lasts forever and ever and ever?

Maybe the world in truth is such,
A frozen moment, forever.
And within the two as words flow,
Thoughts do ponder and blood flows
And we are nothing but that;
We will then be children of two,
Who became one, upon unison.

And as everything remains and watches,
The world will go on and on.
The kiss that lasts forever,
If not in poetic vanity,
Than is justice, For everything
That flows will flow
And a boulder has to be there too,
For where is knowledge if not
Reason and reason if not for a want,
And want if not for a purpose
And purpose if not for a unity,
And what is unity if not for love?

A day will come when everything is known,
Till that dawn, I will search hue and black,
For knowing the magic of light.
I will see the skies and see the stars
And dream of worlds far apart.
I will wait for the day when I do know,
Till then I go, for I know,
That there is something to know.

Wonder what it is.

The light shines the brightest

Wordless sounds

2009-10-10T10:41:00.000+05:30

Thoughts that can blow away,

Dreams that turn into a phase;

Songs playing on,

Breath filled with understanding,

Laughter and a serenity,

Eyes closed, we sway,

To the dancing rays.

Up above the world so high,

From under the earth you did rise!

renewed spirits, revived vigour,

A new found fervour,

There is nothing better.

Purity of the sound,

Pristine music allround .

One balance is reached,

Perfection lies in trying to meet,

For never does it end

But always, once again begins.

Virgin sounds unmuted,

Perception- the self is elevated.

Euphoria, sustained, present,
A metamorphose, reborn,
Innocence dawns upon.

As every note is stroked,
A freshness is invoked.
A light within dances,
The warmth within prances,
Like a ocean, we are stirred
By the sounds of winds-surreal.

Like a bud woken by the first light,
The first resonate, shakes us with delight,
The World seems different,
The stones are filled with passion,
The water now full of penchant.

The movements of a violin,
Note on note, they go on kindling;
A symphony of imagination,
Draws up something to believe in.

If forever this lasts,
There will be nothing crass.
If you can hold this sweet song,
You and me can never go wrong.
If we all together can sing,
For one moment, we can bring,
The tyrant of menace
To ground and to listen
To our hearts worth and bring
A new world of no vengeance.

The power of one song,
That which can make everyone belong.
Words are not needed,
For the voices speak through sounds-
A big roar, can unwind-
Such a movement will be divine-
Our Gods will be one,
And left out will be none.

Wish I can create such a world,
Where every note knows its place,
Where everyone sets others ablaze!
I chase and chase,
Such, in my minds alley ways,
All I can hear is the tune of the base.

Till I do find, I ask,
Close your eyes
And try to see inside-
Where you really reside.
Listen to the heart's beat,
See beyond your mind's speech.
Listen to an old tune,
Playing in you, for you.
Feel the beauty of every movement,
Be the song which you are,
The purity is there, your power,
Touch yourself and stroke through the nerves,
Sway your self to your own verse,
Say aloud, I am me.

The light shines the brightest

Those things..

2009-10-06T11:12:00.000+05:30

Man’s work is to break inability,
To achieve it or not is destiny.

A lonely cloud in summer blue,
A drop of love breaks hate through and through.

If our hearts were so dead,
Then our wounds wouldn’t have bled.

A two sided coin,
Agnostic we try to pinpoint.

From dead grounds,
Life springs-suddenly unwound.

Hope the water of a pale grass,
Life, the essence that never goes farce.

Fear, what lies behind the door,
Will we lose what we adore?

Faith, knowing the sky is infinite,
And that the waves have always been beneath.

Wishes, cuticles of our past,
Nothing, which we feel is crass.

Instinct, we wake up everyday,
Knowing, there are stars beyond the Gray.

Love, the heart does race,
When I see your face.

Ways, the rocks do stand still,
Myriad, we flow or climb them with our will.

Will, the strength within,
The confidence when we begin.

Man's work is to break inability,
To achieve it or not is destiny.

Every man has his own heaven

2009-09-23T21:33:00.000+05:30

Every man has his own heaven,
And we do live by believing.

Upon the sands of faith's ocean-
That which seems to predate existence,
The waves of imagination do ponder
And refine the abstractions of perception.

As the sand does mat itself on the shore-
Calmed by waters, to meditate at a nexus,
The winds and storms, idyllic companions-
Belief in faith and its origin moves desperation.

When does water rest in itself? Never
Does it lie below its level, for though
It might fly high or be pushed low,
It does reform with a flourish, a flow.

The mind does wander and is pushed
And at times in it's own knowledge bound,
But as the signs of waves raise it high,
It sees itself, on level with its right.

In such heaven, with its boundries,
Chalked limitations of imagination,
An entity unifies itself with itself-
As one with the place it dwells.

As such a state does appear,
The assumptions do veer,
The man into a path of his own,
On which he can reach his shore.

Who knows what reality is?
We all live within our illusive fits.
White can reflect or shine,
Is it really a sign of peace or divine?

If our affinity is to postulates,
Where do we in reality reverberate?
If unity we all propound,
Then violence we should denounce?

If the heavens be of stars and vapors,
Solidity and solidarity with reality
Are mere imagination's helpers?
Waves are nothing but winded waters?

In heavens we all do live,
Yet, blighted by predicaments ,we are, still.
Evolution we call our disappearing sanity
And wont ignorance as age's maturity.

If my heavens were yours
Or yours mine, what will we alter?
Do we pronounce it as crude,
Our words alone being refine?

Words are nothing but arbitrary,
Virtues lead to definite proportionality.
If the waters were to dry and run affright,
The sands will be naked and cannot hide.

If we were to abide by another,
Do we then lose our sense of rational?
Do we then seek another's heaven
And deem our world as a hell?

If shrill voices make music,
Do the calm resonates become rustic?
Whose voice is it anyway,
That we give into and lose our say?

If ultimately, everything ends,
Why live till then, dependent?
Who rules the winds, that they air
The bubbles and then leave them?

If our heavens were so bright,
Why then do we lose to might?
If there can be no wrong,
Why then do we never belong?

If our veracity is deemed arrogance,
Then our pecuniary is called penchant.
Yet the skin makes the body,
As much as the flesh and blood,

So much so that if not for the raiment,
The man as a human is nonexistent.
Yet within we feel no skin, unless poked,
Threated we are not, unless our views opposed.

Without such arguments, we seek a world,
Yet if not for such, the heaven has no hue,
For if not words, it can be felt only by a few-
Heaven never does lay still in the minds.

If our heavens are a rainbow of life,
If they are a citadel of emotions,
A home of our needs and wants,
Then they are our dreams.

And if such dreams are to come alive,
Should we forget the nebulous divides?
Should we let go of our senses,
And forget the illusive fences?

Can the mind forget its body,
Can the waters forget their shores?
If so, then all the world is an abode,
Yet are these mere illusive proposals?

In our rhetoric we are lost,
When another reality comes alive,
We turn grave and become fraught
In our pitiable despondence.

Can heavens be bound to Earth?
Can Gods lose our imagination's flirt?
But our minds turn to ramify hell,
To us a martyr's wager it tries to sell.

Heaven we cry then,
Forever we have forgotten;
If our memories are anything go by,
We will go there when we die.

But I do wish, that such knots
Will be undone and our thoughts,
Will again reach for our heaven.
What's wrong if I live and believe,

That the world as I percieve,
Is as it is meant to be,
At least it does ease
My head and gives me relief.

When we do faint or sleep,
The world in reality ceases to live
And what if we are in nothing
But a forever slumber?

Death can be no angle to such,
For in what way does it matter,
If the heart beats and lungs breath,
When our souls are at peace?

If in our heaven's streets,
If in our minds streams,
We lose ourselves,
Then the world is lost as well?

Heavenward we all go,
Sometimes our worlds do converge,
We see ourselves, we are soul mates,
For a few moments, one is our fates.

Yet no two heavens are the same,
For a cloud's trail is it's alone,
Each 'I' is part of one,
Yet is a chosen one.

Each day we all seek our heavens,
Our love does guide,
Our hope we all abide,
Belief we have in our stride.

Every heaven has its integrity,
May the heavens be of our veracity,
For the truth is not the end
But means to an end,

Our goals are infinite,
Our paths our infinite,
The universe is infinite,
Everything leads to infinity.

And in such an endless world,
Let our minds run free
And heavens be dreamed,
For imagination is our right.

Let no perception block the grandeur,
Let no visage drop in ethical demeanor.
Our feet do hold on to gravity,
Yet wish to be left free.

Let our glorious heavens sing,
Let them to our lives bring,
A fresh day, with a smiling face,
No more should we bound in a cage.

Dream of heavens, live in them,
For the rocks as solid as your hand
The world is,
As stern as your demand.

One day we will reach our heaven,
Till then, we have our imagination,
Illusions as strong as the perceiver,
Good and bad have no decree;

Let us not try to defeat ourselves
By giving up our worlds,
Let us be strong, inside
And the world shall then abide.

For every man has his heaven,
And we do live by believing.

The light shines the brightest

One

2009-09-16T19:45:00.001+05:30

For the stillness is my movement,
For the thought is my action.
The world just flows by,
Everything born must die.
I feel me everywhere,
I can see that this is rare.

Within the world is as it is meant,
Nothing does matter,
In this state where,

The darkness shows you light,
Where you know you don't need to fight,
Where you know that everything is right,
That it is we who can haunt ourselves and blight.

Arms out stretched, the world I possess,
And the world does possess me.
From where I came I do not know,
But I do know my way home.

The path maybe right in front of me,
But duties and goals do stop me.
Fear not I tell myself,
For though in illusions, we all dwell,
The truth we know is all and well.

Where am I do not know;
Neither do I die nor grow.
The world sways no more
And I do not move to and fro.
In this stillness, I can see the peace,
I can feel I am within reach.

If only I could dissolve in this,
If only I can live forever in my bliss.
Words are mere illusions,
Life is when there is penchant.

Nothing.
Something.
Everything,
Ultimately, there is one thing.

There are no more boundaries,
No more are we left with sad memories,
One is all
And all is one,
If you can't see, doesn't mean there is none.

Raise your sight and feel the fire,
Raise your eyes and feel the calm.
There is something,
That we call God,
Now you know what was that rise and fall.

One.

The light shines the brightest

I am me

2009-09-10T10:55:00.000+05:30

The moment of glory,
And everything seems as bright;
Yet as fast as a sailing cloud,
It fades into our flippant memory.

A need to break free,
A need to let your mind flee
The binds of basic needs
And supposed duties;
If only, you could burn
Into ashes and flow,
So that you aren't a mountain
Dreaming of a distant ocean.

Stuck, leveled,
When did you choose
And how did you choose-
Serenity is not when there is a truce.
Loquacious, you try to word
Every part of you that hurts.

The only prison is that of the mind,
And why do I, myself bind?
Fleeting, hurrying, lethargic,
A few eerie, a few genial-
Is what you hear hearsay,
And you are a contrived medial,
Your eyes but deceive and mislead
And hurl you, to die as an unborn seed?

No more, no less,
The self does repress,
Nothing can be darker than the dark,
Nothing can hide, the signs of life.

You live in a land of your own,
You see the glory of the thrown-
Not of lands and palaces,
But of petty things, which
You wish were yours,
Of those smiles of belonging,
Of that familiarity, that longing;
The castles might be there,
But you know the heart does fare,
Not in the walls but between,
So that it can be free and serene-
Walls that stand by your wish,
your poach of willed grit.

But betwixt all that lustrous
Malleability, you are stretched,
Beyond your nature's size,
And as things crack, something
New does rise-rises, arises, revives.

And your mind does reduce,
The world to a morsel of sand,
An atom of knowledge, A quark of
The Ultimate being,
You know your life,
Is there as long as you are alive,
The choice is yours,
Fear not the dark,
For you can see it only because
You have seen light.

The world is a passing blur,
At the moment of glory,
At that one point,
Every now and then,
When,

realization dawns
And you belong,
When the past is gone,
And nothing is wrong,
When this is your song,
You are as long as it is
And you know,
"That I am me"
And you are free.

The light shines the brightest

Something new has began

2009-09-04T19:23:00.000+05:30

If we can feel something,
Only if we do feel something.

Introspection,
time moves on.
Seasons turn,
The sun hides behind the clouds,
Rains beat the molten tar,
The winds are a tint cooler,
Another summer has gone by,
When did May die?

Hugging the moments,
Magical and proponent.
Heterodoxy,
Tenacity,
If only April,
Would forever remain as my girl.

Old and new,
Cross waves,
Peeks and lows,
Troughs and plains,
Emotions did March.

If we can feel something,
Only if we do feel something,
Do these days seem alive.
At the moment,
Some stood and leered,
Others made you small and meek,
While a few made you alive and real.

Banes and boons,
People come and go.
You share some,
You give some,
You receive some,
A few might stay,
A few just break away,
Who can hold a lost wish,
Who can carry the world, so rich?

Jealousy,
Ego, Haughty,
Trying to let these go,
Trying to see one grow.
Yet progress does march,
We do let a few things parch,
Lest we hold it too chose to our heart.

Coloured,
Cross roads,
Drills and bores,
Memoirs and fights,
But finally as the showers
Descend, something new has began.

Forever,

The light shines the brightest

I flee, Yet it chases me

2009-08-30T22:05:00.000+05:30

I flee,
Yet it chases me.

A few moments of desperation,
Bubbles burst and let out the patience,
The walls seem to close
And you realize it was you who chose.
Never do you want to see the other side,
However clausterphobic this is, you want to hide.
You fear that if the walls do come nearer,
They would become thiner.
You run within,
You relay different paths,
You riot, you strike, you squabble,
Your belief in your self begins to wobble.
But then again, suddenly you take a breath,
You no more, however had you try , can fret.

The space suddenly is immense,
The void between the end
And the sides and the beginning
Is too wide, for you to understand.
Hope chases, Faith tries to catch you,
Pessimistically you run,
Fatalistic you hope, you have outrun,
But the fingers do trip you,
Your heart stops racing,
The top opens up,
And you are left facing
A white moon,
An eve so cool.

Why bother what has happened?
Close your eyes and let there be a new beginning.
Let all the doors close,
Let the world oppose
End of the day,
Forget the grey,
Don't be afraid,
Wake up,
See your self in the mirror,
Smile, laugh, rejoice,
You can again make a choice.

The light shines the brightest

Music is a passion

2009-08-26T10:23:00.000+05:30

Music is a passion
Every note you stroke,
Sets life ablaze.

Words strung together,
This song will last forever;

Music is a passion
Every note you stroke,
Sets life ablaze.

Verses fast and slow,
Through the depths and shallows,
The voice makes you feel,
That the world is free.

Music is a passion.
Every note you stroke,
Sets life ablaze.

beyond illusions

2009-08-18T20:30:00.003+05:30

For the strength of an illusion lies with the perceiver,
And somewhere in there we always want something better;

Whether drenched in despondence ,
Or lost in a world of abundance,
Or Filled with glory , jocund
Or Belonging to a world with a penchant,
Somewhere within we seek,
To be- I have a need to be me.

Lost in a hostile world, ever divergent-
Filled with wrath , indignant,
Profusely belligerent
and Everything seems malevolent.
Yet the simpleton within ,
Wishes to shrink ,
And believe that the world
Is as good as it claims to be,
For what is optimism,
But the hope and belief,
That bubble is the grief.

Whether blinded by sunshine,
Or lost somewhere in the quest of divine,
Or washed in a mercurial sly rain,
We close our eyes
And hope to see beyond pain-
Sometimes a prayer to ourselves,
Sometimes a dream of something better-
And when we awaken , we do stride,
A step faster , through the mist,
For unknown maybe the quest,
But we know that all is for our best.

Emotions may rise and in depression we might fall,
But we do see such beauties that we are enthralled.
Quick , we might see a star passing,
Or an insect from a larva blooming,
And the force of the stroke
Does within invoke,
Times of joyous epoch.

Dribbles of thunder,
Shots of lighting,
The merry rain crashing,
The world abandoned at large,
Smokes of the mind Now parched,
Now purged and Now dispersed.

calm and quiet,
The pseudo-horrors do tend to haunt,
Alive, lively and devilishly strong,
They try to eat and make us push
Ourselves into defeat
(Who knows what they do reap,
From such acts , so meek).
Yet the sides do change,
For the tides never remain
Nor the clouds are the same;
The more we tend to believe,
Harsher are the doubts
And more painful such bouts.
Clot they do our senses,
Block they do our wishes.
But light fast,
Appears a crack,
Maybe it is the end of
The infinite tunnel
Or it is the waters of a known channel,
Whatever it maybe,
It does start a fire,
Which burns the burnt
And does make us learn
And from there we are reborn,
Oh! the light less hours are gone!

When our spirits do rise,
Towards the heavens, candor
Wisdom flows and integrity
Of this unity, phantasmagoric
Yet constant, awakens
The presence and knowledge
And everything does make sense,
Life today is nothing but a penance
For a morrow without sorrow's presence.

The earth maybe shaken today,
Or ashen-ed by comet's tail,
But till that day, we as a race,
And me , with a human face,
Will forever gaze,
Within,
And Build our towers in the sky
And let scrapers hold the grounds
For we are as of now bound,
But a day will come around,
Where,

We will open our eyes,
See beyond the horizon
And sit in our castle's porch,
Knowing from where we rose,
That finally we reached where we chose,
Albeit the illusions and the remorse.

For the strength of an illusion lies with the perceiver,
And somewhere in there we always want something better;

The light shines the brightest

As we talk together

2009-08-11T21:50:00.001+05:30

The world moves a yard faster,
As we stand and talk together.
Our paths do cross here,
Between east and west,
Heavens and the nether.

Egos seems to cease,
Our spirits seem so free.
For a few moments in time’s
Infinity, we do speak -
Our hearts and our souls
Do know what they seek.

How I wish this will be forever,
Yet, our gravity is such , never
Can we stop , to admire-
For the moments we are one,
Just seem to run;

How I wish, this love which flows,
This love which is serene and joyous
Will last forever; And it does in my memory,
I return when ever I am lost and need me.

The way you move and say,
I do not need to see or hear,
But I still do, Oh! vanity,
For if i do not, I threaten my sanity.

I know I am me ,
When I see you.
I know I am me,
When within I can feel you.
I know the moment is fluid
And that it will evaporate,
But kind is this fate,
Which does give me a break,
From life’s paths ,so unkind,
So blase , so ruthless .

You are a star,
You are a girl,
You are a flower,
You are a rocky swirl.
You are the beauty I seek,
Within me , the invisible hues;
You are my sense of life,
You are the breath of feel,
You are my knowledge,
You are my thoughts,
I do not know if you are real,
For once you disappear,
You seem to be gone forever.

One day I wish I can meet you,
So that I do know, I am alive.
What if I fooled myself into living?
What if I forced myself into breathing?

I cannot face such a stark moment,
For the verses I write are too benevolent.
If not for the boxes within words,
If not for the walls of metaphors
And the sly euphemism of order,
I would be a cruel being , with a dry heart,
Where life and death both fear to be a part.

Be with me forever,
I know you cannot.
But at least give me light,
When I fail to see mine.
Give me belief,
When I am stricken with grief ,
Give me love,
When the world does shove.

What you are I do not know,
Maybe you are one, who wear masks
And crosses me again and again;
Maybe you are my angle, a guardian;
maybe I am nothing but your scion.

Show me, teach me,
And let me be me;
If not for you ,
My dreams do neither haunt
And I would certainly be lost,
In the world’s gait less taunts.

I can feel you in me,
Please do come alive,
I want to see life;
Please do appear,
Before, in darkness I disappear.

When I see light ,
I know nothing can die.
When I see you,
I know I need not fight.
When I know you ,
I know what is right.
When we are together,
The world not perish,never;

We are one,
Together under the sun.
Let this moment
Remain in me,
To remind me
And set me free.

Oh! thee ,
Now I can see;
Hold me ,
Don’t let go ,
I fear of a day
Where in I forget you ,
I fear of the night,
When I can’t see you;

And infinity cannot
Be without one or zero-
That one can be me or
Any;But more importantly,
It is you and me, together-
you are me and me you , dear.

You smile and I relish,
May we never perish.

The light shines the brightest

A Thought

2009-08-05T23:12:00.000+05:30

A single thought can make or break ,
A single thought can set life ablaze.

The power from with , prompts
And there begins the chain of thoughts.
An inspiration from the world,
Sets opens the dams and let flow,the thoughts.

An origin unknown but felt,
One into another they do melt,
Moving and acting ,
A catalyst in the world of reacting.

When below in a dingy brow
A spark does from nowhere show,
Within and does slowly grow
And finally turns into a glow.

It does parade and benign
The harnessed mind,
It does add grace,
To the lost face.

A thought can move a mountain
Or can build veer to the plain.
A thought can revive,
A thought can relight,

Within when despondent,
Within when negligent,
A thought does arise,
It does make you rise

And see the world filled with light
Making you forget the dark past blight.
Peace you do find, without a fight ,
You do move, for you understand and abide.

A thought felt can never be forgotten,
A thought believed in can never be beaten.
A thought will surely set us free,
There we will surely feel and see

That life is not about need,
But that you do heed,
To your strength
And will never repent.

Forever the thoughts can flow,
They shall break all that life can throw.
Never will there be an inept sorrow-
What is today , but hope of a bright morrow?

The light shines the brightest

fear and hope

2009-08-01T19:33:00.000+05:30

My stars seem far away ,
My dreams make me afraid ,
My path suddenly seems stray.

The dawn seems so brilliant,
Yet the dusk so ignorant.
The vicissitudes seem grey,
The solitude gives no prey.

Alone, the darkness is a comfort,
Ignorance a grace ,
There is no need to see the face.

If only there can be an epiphany ,
If only life's serendipities would take pity;
Hope is not far away,
When words no more , do fail.

The light shines the brightest

Within and Around

2009-07-31T08:26:00.001+05:30

Cloudy.

Winds,

Breezes,

Movement.

Significance,

Stance.

Vibrations,

Enrichment.

Belonging,

Understanding.

Separate,

Deliberate.

Height.

Stars,

Meditate,

Cryptic.

Pacific,

Rustic,

Memoir,

Nostalgia,

Sense,

Essence?

Knowledge,

Infinite,

Life,

Pinnacle.

Songs,

Alive,

Life,

Delight.

Towards,

Revert,

Flirt,

Alert,

Within,

ME,

Around

I.

The light shines the brightest

dear leaders

2009-07-28T12:07:00.001+05:30

And the crowds are swayed again and again ,
The orators sing and shout -in pain.
Praises and curses crash like rain,
All they want is a petty gain.

Actors they are all.
And maybe this ‘all’ in the end is meant to fall-
Oh! a melancholic tragedy,
Maybe this a humourous ,a parody,

For some unseen Gods ,
Those sadist , those cynical Lords,
Who chain the men and tare them
Even as they call themselves gentlemen.

Oh! sire , we , who are thee?
We are gullible , you say we are free.
Our freedom seems to have made us insane,
Democracy in reality seems inane.

Oh! why not kill the survivors too?
Or why not kill our valor , with a blunt sword -through?
Between a sky and Earth we reside,
Your fiat whims we abide!

We are nobles and clowns,
Poets and warriors,
We live in towns,
Inside unseen barriers;

We see things far away,
We dream , we want and we pray.
We do give and say we gave
And petty things , we do save.

Yet you do override and destroy,
It must be fun to play with us, you do toy.
With unknown ways your try to burn us
And enjoy seeing us , making such a big fuss!

You do dare to throw a bit of glitter,
Watch someone who does seem fitter.
Yet with a thing called age,they witter
And then buried they are by the next winter.

They call thee a devil and a God,
In our dreams and imagination you do trod ,
In your name wars are fought,
In hope we survive flood and drought.

Whoever you are , you audience show your face,
Let us find comfort , let us know who does gaze.
In awe of ours skills , we do flatter,
Even if you nod cross and say it can be better.

And like a prop I lie dead,
waiting for the cue , after they are wed.
None I know, in my ignorance,
I bare it like a good man in penance.

Maybe I am a better hero,
Maybe I am fit to fight the gritty Leo.
But maybe I am fit for the audience,
For now I am filled with reverence.

Soon I hope a new sun might dawn,
Our despondence with that might be gone.
What is right and wrong,
What from all this will be born?

A country , a home,
Our spirits and heart , here do roam.
We do wish we can be a revolution,
A mark upon the never ending evolution.

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What lies beyond my sight?

2009-07-22T10:33:00.000+05:30

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The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight.

To accept and stay,
Or move and find a way to a distant place?

Am I as good as I believe,
What can I really achieve?

Where does my heart want to lead?
Why is their a need to "succeed"?

Are dreams meant to be left,
And never in reality dwelt?

If only I was sagacious,
I would be more gracious,
Till then I try to be adventurous,
But do not know if I am tenacious or audacious.

The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight?

destiny

2009-07-22T09:51:00.000+05:30

Mind,

Remind,

Revive,

Realize,

Reinstate-

Colours,

Illusions,

Deceptions,

Disappointment,

Acceptance-

Poise,

Balance,

Push,

Disturbance,

Indignation,

Trapped,

Freedom,

Contained,

Renamed,

Framed,

Named,

Faces-

Identity,

Humanity,

Sanity,

Serenity,

Knowledge,

Ignorance,

Search,

Darkness,

Lights,

Startled,

Glare,

Blinding,

Within,

Spark,

Feeling,

Engaging.

Thoughts.

Understanding.

Calm,

Quiet,

Fiat,

Faith,

Hope.

Penning,

Sketching,

Representing,

Destiny.

The light shines the brightest

In the end, I walk this road alone

2009-07-13T11:17:00.000+05:30

In the end , I walk this road alone ,
People have come and gone ,
Some have seen and some have shown,
But in the end , it is me walking alone.

Roads meet and diverge,
People leave or converge;
Horror, grief, misery
Or joy,happiness and serendipity.

Yards and yards of verses written,
A few steps here and there beaten.
Fresh dried leaves swept away-
By men and dry winds of May.

In the end , I walk this road alone,
Despite all that went underneath ,
Firmly I still stand on my Feet.
In the end , it is I who walks alone.

Feelings,emotions and fears,
Guilt,traumas and tears.
Cloud racing and jocund company
The vibrations of a human symphony.

Paths which lead and paths which feed,
Paths filled with actions and many a deed.
The heart goes a way and the mind another,
The road,indifferent , which in concrete is better?

Decisions, desperation and conclusions
People,words and aspirations.
Dreams and ambitions,
Floods and indulgence.

In the end , I walk this road alone,
If not today , someday,
Let me choose a way,pray,
Which I feel in my way.

In the end , I walk this road alone,
People have come and gone,
Some have seen some have shone
But in the end, it is me walking alone.

The light shines the brightest

optimism and pessimism

2009-07-09T10:16:00.000+05:30

The world seems to rush ,
calm and passionate ,
The world tries to repulse
The being into belonging.

Thought less actions ,
Valiant and confident decisions
Through the never ending days -
Somewhere a calender must end.

Materialist needs and wants,
Bubble happiness and disappointment,
Leading hue filled raiment,
The bold look- deference.

Laughter a relief ,
Smile a belief ,
Grip- to show we aren't meek,
A loud voice, we aren't weak.

Infinite patience ,
Trying to make sense-
Where a blind reverence
Thrives on a sour penance;

The serenity challenged,
The need to be indifferent,
Yet to feel is human,
To think even more so.

As if wont ignorance
Can cajole a man into callous
Penchant for the stained
Land(as it is) and

Kill the need
For purity and inheritance
The right of every member of the clan
Of human-a hand in the making of a nation.

Religious pride,
A sacrilege, a blasphemous divide.
A universal good,
Killed in the would and could,

Buried with a blood dirge;
Someday it will all be purged
By a tenacious will,
Of those whose sagacity wills.

Optimism-
The day is not far away.

Pessimism-
Who does have a say?

The light shines the brightest

Beyond indifference

2009-06-30T10:41:00.000+05:30

Evanescences -the grin of happiness .
Yet beyond the smile there does lie ,
Tales of sleepless nights and endless fights.
Brawls with oneself ,as if the image in the mirror ,
Was afraid of what it saw in reality .

Some sort of truce ,
Even though the parties refuse ,
Is reached . Lest the wakeful
Hours be all too flee bitten by the scorn
Of the impatient self - impertinent .

Moments of madness ,
The bizarre gesticulation of reverberations ,
Endless syllogisms to accept life as if bound -
Painting the mind as a knave, who is chained by fate-
So that the misdemeanor of man's whims
Can by buried , in a colloquy of ad libbing .

Yet something does ring ,
The cords of human ingenuity ,
The urge to break free,
See beyond the tainted tree
Of illusively constructed postulates
(The blasphemous baits)
And see the truth - still alive ,
As it is in the venerable roots .

Gravity maybe unseen,
But upon the ground we lean,
The feet do feel , the seal
Of some grave connotation,
The power of a greater imagination .

If being bound is an ambiguity ,
Then to break free a felicity .
The joy of appraising
The truth , the ego less divinity ,
The knowledge of belonging to infinity.

If only indifference could be smut ,
So that , it could be ignored like dust
Upon a windowsill ,cleaned with a cloth
Every now and then , when
A party is about to descend .

Yet its presence daunts and drapes
Into our very jovial spirits
And forces contradictions
To become an addiction .
By the presence of such negations ,
The mind loses its calm serenity
And hustles and bustles ,
In hope of finding a serendipity -

As if miracles can be whipped out of nothing ,
As if the Ether was detached from the weather
Of the stars and the galactic wars ;
Yet in the indifferent, the indifference seems
To take up a perch and poison the self
To divulge and indulge in its inaction-
A devilish penance .

For all that , belief is the quintessence -
the belief in yourself , in the waves
Of self trust , where you believe
That the light shines the brightest .
Where the path of ego less divinity ,
Leads to understanding of this transient Mortality
And the gory of indifference and its capacity .

The indifferent blows a conch
As if the final wars of the world
Were to begin at this new dawn .
Yet the glories of the understanding
And the sun's first light ,
Kills away the plague within
Just like the dusk rays smother
The nonchalance of the day
And brightens the moon for a night
Filled with a serene , calm life .

The camphorous smile amalgamates
Into a deep deep profound joy ,
The belonging bound with understanding
causes the mind to feel the zest ,
The acceptance of life and the rest .

Mad moments ,capricious deeds -
Finally a epiphany to bring heed
To the one always known ,
The song of the one soul .

The light shines the brightest

The bakers

2009-06-21T21:58:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time long , long ago ,
There was a baker who was known
For her bakes - which would melt
And disappear down throats
As fast as yeast could grow .

And as she grew old ,
She told her children the recipes
All made fine and woven ,
Created during many hours under the oven .
They all did hear her out -
Some more dexterous at the gateau ,
Others better at just making the right dough .

Yet there were a few ,
Who though heard all that the others knew ,
Who couldn't spread butter on bread ,
Who were all fed to a starved death .

On one fine day , as the sun rose ,
The children were all on their own .
And so with there skills all set and perfect ,
The walked through the countries parks
And chose their shops ,
To spread love through their bakes .
A few boisterous mixed their flour
And added their eggs and yeast ,
Gave the world numerous feasts .

They took understudies to whom the taught
The skills , even as their coffers never stood still .
But those who could bake none ,
Lost their homes and had to run
From those they borrowed
And those they caused many a bad turn .

A few of such , idled about
(And that too all wrong )
And then the day came ,
When it was time to split
The estate of the one who was long gone .

With pens filled with liquor madness ,
They claimed that their siblings were unjust .
The harangued that their misfortunes
Were because the others were too good!
Pity , oh! pity the others felt ,
They thought that , at least their brothers' kids
Would be better! So with their hearts
Filled with love , they wrote a decree,
Saying that the house shall be
Made of so much from the unfortunate's
family , only so that they learn
And some day on their own earn .

Soon time's ropes petered on those
And they left their bakery to their kin .
The kin inherited the dough
And so their demand never saw a trough .
All the while , the unskilled's kids
Grew fatter under the provision
Provided and seeing success
Grew avaricious and claimed
That all this was through their pain!

A fight ensued and those successful
refused . They pointed out that
The bums had refused to learn
And that money cannot be earned
Without skill or working under the oven .
In a rage , the law book was brought out
And soon by popular vote , amended -
So that the unskilled got the majority's share-
The rest just had to bare
These fat pigs who no more fitted
Into their own chairs!

In anger a few left ,
Others held that soon shall all be right ,
That under someone they will , together fight .
Soon that wonderful fresh bread smell grew ,
Longer became the queue.
The money came in and yet those
Who made them with honesty ,
Love and diligence ,
Lost their voice in the parliament!

One day a huge cake was made
It was for a festival's sake .
The majority drunk in their inactivity
Got a big knife and cut in
For themselves and their kin .
And soon the pieces were
So many, Nothing was left
For the bakers
The actual makers .

For a while , they tried to reason
With their comrades and then
Realized with aghast
That lost was their cause!
Infuriated and cheated ,
They set out with bag and baggage ,
Landed in a better place
And baked a larger cake and ate
With grace , voraciously , singing
Praise to the new beginning .

Soon the old place ,
Ran out of money and food ,
Bickering , the people
First killed their kin ,
Then pealed their own skin
And finally lost everything !

A few survived , something
By nature , by blood had survived
Innate in them and in desperation something
Had come alive . The new of an old kind ,
Wanted to restore the past glory -
Though their memory was pretty foggy
With all that passed on being glossy .

One day , they called a baker home
And befriended him . They promised
To work together and to restore
Their pride . So the newly formed pride
Set about , the dough was bought
And the yeast all ready to dwell ,
But just before the first day's bake ,
Someone found out the old constitution
And called the baker a traitor ,
Oh! he was no friend -
In vengeance into the oven
Went the baker
And baked forever was the bakery !

Pity , majority , democracy , atrocity
Ultimately a big big hypocrisy -
For that you eat , you gluttons
call God , yet the "makers
Are traitors" - so you say ,
Someday , someday ,not so far away ,
You will loose your way
And then wonder whose mistake it was .

You would then say ,
It was the man who decided to bake ,
Forgetting that , that was what made
You a big fat swine , Or maybe
You are right , you deserve less ,
Maybe a whip is a better harness!

The memories of the bakery
Were long after found -
After the bakers cult was tainted
And then erased to the ground .
The invading forces were butchers
And hogs were their specialty -
Enjoyed by the whole of (remaining) humanity!

Acceptance

2009-06-15T21:40:00.000+05:30

A burst of happiness ,
A breath filled with reverence.
The hour of acceptance ,
The world ceases to be a menace
And belonging a definite- to the sense .

Yet the acceptance is not of defeat ,
But of the understanding the ability .
For all the known worlds , the stars
Exist and emit through dawn and day ,
Hid only by the scorching sun , rainy storms
And dreams filled with sleep .

Those dreams do make a world ,
Where in the days are spent
Watching the brain run away ,
Watching our actions make and create;
Our love breaking the walls of courtesy sakes.

Alive those dreams do come ,
Our actions inseparable from our virtues,
Throwing light to the hues of the dispersion .
At the sight of such shades , our vanity
Covered ego sheds the skin and exposes
The true face of the self -
Understanding of the light , its forms ,
Right-wrong , love-hate , ways of fate .

That we write destiny is the truth ,
That we abide by that prophecy is true too -
The makers of it we are and never are we bound
By that , for it is destiny that we do write ,
For the metaphor is to fill the spaces
Left by ignorance and knowledge is the scintillation
That the metaphor emits when it feels light .

Rise and fall of the emotions ,
The verses of anger and penance ,
The thought of those fears and
The speculation - all end when
We understand the beauty
Of the palpable world .

Yet that is that much ,
That unknown which we try to see
Fails to fit into our heads and thus feel
An ultimate peace . There is something
Beyond everything . If not for one ,
There is no infinity , If not for the thought ,
There is no belonging and life .

Ultimately acceptance comes from within -
When we know , we no more need
Those words of praise or the harsh
Words of a conceited being , when we
Feel at peace with the dreams -
When the world whispers tales ,
When the destiny follows the trails ,
When the pains feel themselves
And when illusions know their reflections .

Finally a breath of happiness ,
Some how there is some sense ,
Belief in yourself and confidence ,
Belonging is transient ,
Existence of one is permanent ,
Illusions remain in perception ,
Clarity the sight of the first star ,
The end - when no one is at war.

The light shines the brightest

breaking Illusions

2009-05-21T18:53:00.000+05:30

peace for the world,
peace through words.
yet the strength of an illusion depends on the perceiver
And when time comes we break it and adhere .
Let it be chains or bars ,
Nothing can stop the light from penetrating the walls ,
The eye can see through the darkness ,
That which shall glow will show
And where there is fire there is smoke .

Wings of the mind are our thoughts
And in there many wars were fought .
We can now stretch them and fly ,
From the moonless night , rise ;
Our actions are right ,
Our hands never lose their sight .

Freedom of the sky ,
Shadows of a full moon night ,
The balance is so straight ,
Everything is an illusion ,
Yet we do need to live in it ,
So that we can break it .

The light shines the brightest