uprooted....

Here I am ..

nowhere to stand....

There is no roof .. there is no floor

There are no walls and i am so sore

even vacuum craves for an identity

in a world where there is no pity

a cosmic spec in history

where pretence is empyrean

where encephalitic originality has been barred

where people are ignorant about there incredulity

Fear, hesitation, diffidence and ambiguity...

... are the only pillars of honesty

Trust, faith, assurance and confidence...

.... are just trampled upon so brutally

Here mergence and blending of the upholder and the traitor

is an art that you need to master

Where people seem to have forgotten

that vanity also needs surity

so they choose to be unsure than have vanity

EMOTIONS are nothing but a form of currency

exchanging hands and highly regarded

TO them so rugged a treatment has been meted

they seem to have lost their lustre and cant be mended

the sharpness and purity has all been blunted

so natural an act as using emotions

labels you as an exhibitionist

for emotions are nothing but currency

and you are ostracized for your flamboyance.

a NEW religion

As i move out of my habitat

slide into the arms of nature

as she implores me with her seductive charm and beauty

that knows no feminity

defines no masculinity

but still is the mistress of seduction

her beauty calls me and pulls me into her kingdom.

.

she welcomes with a shower breeze

and showers with garlands of wind

which bring along the fragrance of the morning charm.

as my other senses crave for being quenched

my eyes drink in the greenery that surrounds

savouring the garnishing colours of flowers and barks.

my mind is enthralled by the symmetry and uniformity

in the leaves that are never alike,

my ears feed on the harmonious symphonies

that the birds and leaves together create.

the music thats raw and fresh and denuded

a music so austere and yet so ornate

a music thats an unconcealed mystery

this makes me a fanatic .. a religious fatnatic

for nature is my religion

my god is all around me

my god surounds because i seek thy not in what i see

but in the sea of my eyes

i see all around a porous beauty

for it resides not all around me

but it dwells in my sight

i worship beauty

this beauty is all that there is

for this beauty ceases to have an antonym.

a lady in a blue bodered saree

a live statue of dignity and solidarity

who had love for the unwanted,the poor and the discarded.

showed them the real taste of life

but alas

no more does that statue possess any flight

the livliness is gone...lost forever

and here we are

left with just those memories of love and care

but we all are here

and shall be here

in one form or the other

can't we discover that old mother

who sleeps deep inside each one of us

CONFUSION

sitting by the window sil

i see the raindrops gliding down

its not that they got me to the window

i sat here throughout the mornig light

saw the sun croess by

and sat till the dusk came to pry

looking for a solution

to the problem of confusion

its like a haunting ghost

that guards every door

its like a qualifing test

that drags you close

its like a companion

that feeds on you

its like a bridge

that you need to cross

so lap after lap

we give it a try

some get a high

then life leads on

to another guarded door

the guard .. none other than confusion

it might cause our extermination

but its our determination

which gives us the elation

of wining the altercation

it often robs the smile off our face

thats what we say in every race

but its not a theif

it needs appreciation

for its generosity

for giving us the gift of maturity

a gift of perception

a gift of innovation

so thank we must

the guarding angel called confusion

long forgotten thought

what do i want fom this world
why did you send me here
to suffer thepain,the agony,the treachery,the sorrow.
or to learn,to teach,to gain, to reach new heights.
the answer i just cannot see
or maybe its within my erach
all i need to do
is search within
i have the power thats what i have been told
showed in so many ways
what more can i ask for
look how ignorant i am
how lost i am in the world that is
destructable,inthe people who are
untrustable,in the matters that are
unsolvable.
i did not realise
i could not comprehend
the meanings of all those signs
thati need not search for support outside
the support th at i need so much
the support which alone has
the power to replenish my heart
is in sight .. has always been in sight
its just me who has always been blind
its me who could never realise
when the beggining is from within
the ed also has to be therein
i am meant to be independent
yet be dependent,
i am here to make mistakes,
only to learn from them,
to live the pleasures,
yet remember the sorrows,
to express sorrow
with a hint of pleasure,
to believe in people
but not to give away my soul
to gain successs\,
and still know defeat,
to be defeated with
the taste of success
to live my life
not with the fear of death .

THE DRAG

week after week i drag myself

days drag me with them as i melt

they pull my flesh away from my bones

day after day..i drift away from my soul.

each step time takes..it fuels in detenance so high

the fear itself is torn by

before i break i must abdicate..

but my soul is all that i have

either way i see my fall

deep into the gap that loudly calls

the gap that separates me from my soul

i stretch myself to get back to my soul

but i fall deeper into the dark

i force myself to see

for i really want to believe

the darkness is alluring.

the pain is affluentand

yet so adamant

its all so abstruse

but i refuse to abnegate

i beg to be absolvedfor the sins that i did not commit

the pull is chronic almost incessant

my flesh flutters like clinging robes

my hair resist the declivity

but are sucked in the proclivity

my thoughts desert me....... leave me all alone..

to die a painful death.