Happy Void - Barkatpura

So today, another day.in your life, in my life
Another step, just one more. In your way, in my way
Our paths that crossed. On that day, at that moment
Drifting away now - yet, a part of me - still there
Right there, where I let you free and you let me free
There, that bit of me is caged, locked-up and in thrall
Light years away, still feel the void. Fond and pleasant
You have the keys, unlock - you may, to make it even better
I have the keys, and I will throw them forever

Confusion

Who are those people, who are pretty sure
Of what to do and what not to do
Making a choice - just like that
And get on with it - as if nothing

Who are those people, sorted and simple
To make a move, natural and sewed up
Staying the course, without a pause
Things fall in line or break new ground

Who are those people, who take any path
Follow, arrow of time, random and clear
Holding the nerve, in rain and Sun
Careless about next and living the now

Who are those people, confused all the time
Stranded forever on the tree - full of  branches
Finding fruits everywhere, which branch to take
Pluck with eyes and starve the tongue

New old thing - Amaravati

Old has a role to produce the new
Yet new has a charm that old can't have

Old lays the base, so new can stand
Yet new gives a hope by standing apart

Old has a history, so new can learn
Yet new is fresh and repeats the story

Old is gold and new knows the value
Yet new is needed to move things forward

New makes a promise that old can never
Yet old is the one that gives us the new

New is new because old is there
Yet old has to go to make new work

New is above and old underground
Yet old is called out to name the new

New is bold and old has to face it
Yet old is old and stamps it's mark

My World

What do I say which hasn't been said by now
What do I write that hasn't been penned yet
What do I have that hasn't been had before
What do I lose that no one lost even once
What do I sense which has been beyond
What do I remember that no one recalls
What do I notice that everyone ignores
What do I discover that others haven't already

My World!

Silence

Some thoughts, I want to pen
But my ink would not flow
Some feelings, I want to express
But blood grows cold
Some words, I want to utter
But can't find those gems
Some cues, I want to pass
But I draw a blank

Waiting for those inflections
The moments are lost
Lost to time and buried in head
Deja vu, every now and then
Learning forever to break barriers
Built on fears, unfounded
And on responses, solicited
Facade of silence lives on..

World, So - So

When I am on a high, and up so high
I can sense you all, but it's all clouded
Clouds so many, so near and so far
Flight I take, into my own, own world
Eclipsed by me, this world so small
Peeves, even deepest, are all pressed out
I am pressed out too..

When I lie low and so very low
I can't sense you all, but it's all very clear
Clarity like pure, like vacuum everywhere
Escape I do, into my own, but your world
Eclipsed by you, this world so big
Joys, even shortest, are all despised
I am scorned too..

When I exist, so normal and so-so
Sense I make and at times I don't
Hovering me, lose and gain, wavering
Mingle I get to, with you, you and you too
Eclipsed by our flux, this world used up
Ideas, even slightest, are all partaken
I am shared too..

Money

Whether in your pocket or in my pocket
In the light of day or blind of dark
It is the same, the same thing
You own it and move it in a way
When I have it, I pour it another way
Flow it must - fly, it will
With no resting place, no end to stop
With death unclear and birth in a promise
Don't have to ask if you plan to work
I have to snatch, if you rest it soft

Question

In the deepest of our thoughts
Live the shallow roots of those beliefs
In the heaviest of our hearts
Stomp the light feathers of those worries
In the longest of our walks
Escort the short pecks of those ideas
In the laborious of our pains
Lie the free joys of those findings
In the conscious of our souls
Dwell the psychic marks of those beings
In the maladies of our bodies
Grow the holy cures of those bumps
In the loudest of our rants
Fit the resting pauses of our quiets
In the mundane of our moments
Occur the new ways of those doings
In the darkest of our lives
Glow the bright winks of those hopes

Therefore, is sense not senseless?
And care not careless?
And holding not giving it up?

Socializing

I have to go, don't want to go
But, have to go
With no way, with many directions, I go

I should talk, don't want to talk
But, must talk
With no words, with many thoughts, I talk

I should listen, don't want to listen
But, must listen
With no attention, with many speakers, I listen

I have to face, don't want to face
But, have to face
With no look, with many faces, I face up

I lose them, don't want to lose them
But, somehow lose
With no desire, with many demands, I lose

I change, don't want to change
But, apparently change
With no switch, with many shifts, I change

I am this, don't want to be this
But, am as I am
With no me, with many myselves, I am me

I prevail, don't want to prevail
But, worldly prevail
With no gain, with many triumphs, I prevail

Changing

Without which, a day would not pass

Has now become a casual indulgence

That which flavored the wit for long

Is an ingredient far away now

The presence is still very much there

And invitation still valid and clear

The compulsion yesterday is an option today

Desirable, even now. Newness even now

But bland and blank the taste has become

So much of it deep inside now

That absence is noticed only in crucial times

When so called joy is as good as dullness

When responses are no longer solutions

Temporal taste determines now

Occasional newness is cherished now

Why did it come to this?

Loss of journey to apparent stillness

Sense of vacuum in seeming fullness

Occupy me again, let me set sail again

Still-voyage is living, staying on is dying

Unity

Hope of my pain and the pain of my heart

Thrill of my ride and the ride of my fate

Bother of my thoughts and the joy of my afterthought

Air in my breath and the life in my life

Breeze in my ears and the drizzle in my lawn

Dawn of my day and the call of my duty

Faith of my gamble and the gamble of my goodness

Calm of my senses and the sensation of my life

Search of my eyes and the eyes of my destiny

Loss of my peace and the peace of my dreams

Nag of my faith and the faith in my prayers

Answer to my questions and the question of my life

Companion of my solitude and the solitude of my world

Spirit of my wait and the delay of my coming

Reason for my quit and the quit of my story

Guilt of my actions and the action in my life

Mean rant

Prove yourself dumb, I can't be deaf

Animals are dumb and its expected

Upsetting, is the dumbness of hominids

Ruthless in me sees no space for you here

Yet, who am I to question?

But I must tolerate your presence

Ignoring is inhuman and can't ignore

Your presence however is an attack

On our collective consciousness

Please bear with me dear goofy

You are useful in such places

Where AI robots are needed to tread

Where guinea pigs are needed to breath

If I fumble one day and never learn

I will join your league, please accept me then

Send me to gallows or use my body

I could be useful to the human family - atleast

And dumbness will have its own utility

If you get this, fine!

If you don't, its meant to be so

Random

Reticence, my usual self, I keep thinking

Animated movements, I get launched into

With your Hi, wassup

My own company, my preferred time

Fave time has become your company

With your clock

Indifferent to world, my demeanor

Left Caring for every speck of sense

With your presence

My Self-control, my pride for long

Keys to my smiles in your hand

With you not being aware

Impatience, my hallmark

Now allowing every delay in the world

With you causing to wait

My pattern, unguessable

The formula now is deciphered

With your tantrums

Alone

Looking for space to rest my stare

The moments have halted

The world stands still

Not a thing makes a move

What a time, short of life

Escaping from that difficult space

Foreboding rocks and talking giants

Deadlocks hold the keys

Caught yet free to move

What blank time, reducing life

Shouting with heart, hushed by mind

Tumultuous thoughts deep inside

Serene frontlet shines through

All the hints and not a sense

What pale time, colorful life

Running from truth, spinning around it

Closed eyes and finding undimmed light

Glowing fiercely from closest

Full of light and darkness around

What revealing time, disturbed life

Holding up thoughts, so many inside

Counting repeatedly and going nowhere

Sugaring profusely and spicing it up

Cloying the platter and hungry still

What hopeless time, hopeful life

Searching for a vent, unconditional

Can't find an ear inviting to hear

People all ears and threatening to know

Speaking a lot and hiding much more

What social time, alone life

A worker says

My factory, your office, our world

Like chalk, like cheese, in same mould

Hot my life, cold your looks, it goes on

I know your game, you know my name, it stops there

Constant my moments, newness in your stance

My sweat nourishes you, but I depend on you

To my mind, using mind is your job and it goes on

I know your logic, you know my bids and it stops there

Commonplace is our tension, noticing it not common

Uneasiness in my air, perfume fills your space

Light my heart, heavy your heart and it goes on

I need part of your wealth, you need all of my health

And it stops there

Many Ancestors

Quest for life, zest for life and zeal for life

Binds me to you and binds you to me

Different rises we have seen and have gone varied ways

To count the differences, to measure the distances

Is a gift I have, to know you and to know myself

And as I see counting you is counting me

The height of our rises paves me the path

The many routes we took, color my images

Incomplete

Incomplete, it should remain
Completeness takes it away from me
Gives it to everyone

Incoherent, you should remain
Coherence makes you known
Common to everyone

Inadequate, I shall remain
Suited and skilled ends my quest
Hopeless to everyone

Doubtful, we should remain
Certainty kills revision
Invariable to everyone

Questioning, world should remain
Agreeing destroys prospects
Crowd and Herd everyone

Unfinished, our work should remain
Winding up stops it all
Vacuum to everyone

Continuing, the chattings should remain
Closure stops the exchange
Stale ideas to everyone

Incessant, failings should remain
Success holds us clueless
Emptiness to everyone

Relentless, journey should remain
Destinations arrest our moves
Motionless, everyone

Lacking, this writing should remain
Completeness numbs thoughts
No new additions from everyone

I explored

This path that I travelled
dusty, unpaved, and full of turns
This smile that I am wearing
Knowing, unknowing and full of learning
This stance that I have settled
Restful, tired and anticipative
This glare that I acquired
Casual, meaningful and adventurous
Alone that I stand
With nature, attitude and aimful
This Trail that I left
Humbled, rude and purposeful
This appeal that I hold
Questioning, accounting and kindling
This barrage that I launch
As I can, because I lived, all on my own
This record that I post
Reminding, ideating and for your lore

Reinvent the wheel

Wise, not to reinvent the wheel

But thrilling to repeat it all

Wise, not to fail like you

But its inviting to play the falls

Wise, not to taste that fruit

But bland to read your sense

Wise, not to hold the time

But joyless to count the ticks

Wise, not to crack the whip

But boring to let things pass

Wise, not to revisit your brain

But inconsiderate to pick those thoughts

Wise, to build on top of your gifts

But, worthless to create facades

Lively, to Tremble a little, crumble a little,

And lifeless not to reinvent the wheel

Cant Name It - I

Good morning

Today, you will spend time with me

Holy times

Moments of nation building pride

Keep your calm

I will violate your privacy

Be cheerful,

I am only doing my duty

Thank you

Others are deterred looking at you

You stole, I thought

So, I steal some of your space

And spend some of your time

You are stealing, it seems

Let's talk about it

I am your guest, get it?

You will steal, I guess

And doubt for your benefit

And you will agree for fears gain

If You have the lucre

I have the power

To give it my Color

Cant Name It - II

Strange, dear stranger - to poke you is my duty

Stranger dear, your home is my workshop

Stranger still, I chisel you and it rips me off

Strange tools, I strike you and get hurt hard

Rules that we framed, engulfs us both

Civil our laws, polite our pains

dagger not to be seen, canines candid hidden

Murders in the mind and blood in the eyes

Speed bumps to our living, these all visits

After-visits full of questions, and trivial answers

So called successes and so called failures

Thick skin foundry this our planned get together

Bhopal

Unhurried, your life

A visitor-me is calmed down

Picture from past, your life

A visitor-me is nostalgic

Carefree is your life

A visitor-me is unburdened

Unjammed is your life

A visitor-me is liberated

Self-sufficient your life

A visitor-me is fulfilled

Full of life, your life

A visitor-me is enlivened

Sparse canvas, your life

A visitor-me is occupied

Charming airs, your life

A visitor-me gets a flight

Settled easy is your life

A visitor-me is colonized

Breezy walk, your life

A visitor-me is held back

If you were my Granny

If you were my granny

I could sit cozily beside you forever

Secure in your gaze and comfy in your care

Heedless in your filial orders

asking questions small, silly and joyful

And your replies - wise, adorable and festive

Alas, this cannot happen

I am too old for the simple bungles

And too young for such fairy talk

What training it was listening to you

I am left longing To revisit my upbringing

And see myself today in much better light

Bhimbetka

New pains of an old ascetic

That fill us with pipe dreams

Paintings more than colour strokes

A foundation for our cognition

Shelters not just dwelling place

A structure that secures our ground

Burial not mere send off

But grave that uncovers our customs

Rock that's not only earth science

But record of our mumblings

Animals not just fellow life forms

But interests that move our limbs

Ideas farther than our imagination

Yet latest mirrors of our journey

Wisdom on the wall

You are always there, you have always been
telling me things that you are meant to say
At the back of my mind and in front of my eyes
among my friends and among my foes
The grace in your locus and the haste in my situs
familiar – so much that contempt ran in my blood
and you were there – you have been there in my nerves
among my joys and among my worries
It takes a mishap and it takes a pain
I had to drench and endure the rain
had to seek you while you have always been there
to reveal yourself, now – in time and space
It is still the same – cart, heart and grey
the company, the mentors and the interns
your assuring gaze and steadfast support
its only me – now different from myself

Lets talk

you speak, I hear what you say
I hear, I respond in a way
we feel, the tone, tenor, tilt
and the gap - what I mean, what you meant

I am still and you are stilled
none fills and none to be refilled
I stay same and you exactly same
and no gap - no scene, no claim

yet, a talk makes a sense
make a gap and build a fence
bridge the gap, build the crack
game is on, and life on track

yet we say speech-silver, silence-gold
saying so old and grown so bold
if we dont then who will play
so, speak, speak and make the hay

Friends

I own secrets and with you, I always share
And discuss one and one threadbare
That which inheritance could not give
I have with you, the freedom to live
The strength that a group can yield
I have with you in this frolic field
Mischief, this world loves and seldom scorns
Is copious with you, by the beach side morns
Worries that make us work
With you, are so mild, even in the murk
Innocence of youth and push of our headiness
Alone, as I see in this pic, is a matter-heaviness

I feel--

I feel happy now!
If I could carve my happiness on stone
I would get a statue of yours


I feel elated now!
If I could fly with my elation
I would light up your life


I feel like a winner now!
If I could get anything more
I would postpone that for next life


I feel on top of world now!
If I could take the plunge
I would stop the ticks of the clock


I feel blissful now!
If I could work my magic
I would freeze this moment forever

Of belonging

I would never have cared; so what if you scale a peak
Just that you are someone who I seek

I would never have dared; so what if you like the seas
Just that you are mine and hold all my keys

I would never have worried; so what if you search in dark night
Just that I feel restless and find you brightest light

My heart would never have cried; so what if you offer me deaf ear
Just that there are things that only you should hear

I would never have danced; so what if you sing your heart
Just that I must compliment and complete the godly art

I would never have teased; so what if it annoys
Just that the fabric of life needs colors to rejoice

I would never have chased; so what if those were your dreams
Just that your whims must be carried out whatever be the themes

I would never have listened; so what if you shout
Just that I know, you have the right to point out

I would never have envied; so what if you talk to a pal
Just that all your time is mine even if you call me a wall

I would never have shared; so what if you are ready to partake
Just that in all that I do, you have a stake

I would never have called you mine; so what if people have a name for our bonding
Just that the rhythm of my breath is based on your belonging

Paradox

Perched on my inner peak
In apparent calm of my blank speak
Proud, so aloof from the questions
Yet in search of answer sessions

Eyes closed and senses shut
Indifferent to the flowing specks of dust
Guilt, so away from everyone
Yet in search of genuine anyone

Limbs folded and actions receding
Indecision - blood, sweat and soul freezing
Confused, so reticent and recluse
Yet in search of confuting booze

Floating in time, space and memory
In future, in past and in current story
Limbo, so free from rage and free from age
Yet in search of emotive bondage

Half Request

My half request was not half-hearted
Yet, it remained half and poorly crafted
My eyes would convey the other half
So I thought and returned merrily jumping like a calf

My eyes did speak and you didnt hear
How much I like if i had key to your ear
Or, is it true that people speak without medium?
Where do I get this power? Does it come at a premium?

Once in a while when you utter yes
I now know - you were only playing that game of chess
When i mistake that yes, i am filled with blink of a joy
But that is good for life, even if I have been a toy

But, I will still make requests, half or otherwise
Yes it proves I am not worldly wise
But these blinks of joy - drop by drop
Will make an ocean of bliss, this now is my job

Rascal

And sometimes I feel that you would be great company for life
but when I start thinking, I get more questions than I can find answers for
And sometimes I feel what great joy our talking brings to this world
but when I start thinking, I wonder whether you sense this delight
And sometimes I feel the curves of our fate were enlaced long time back
but when I start thinking, I see our network of paths with no apparent import
And sometimes I feel – maybe I must make the first move and let you know
but when I start thinking, I worry if that will be less than being noble

when I notice that good guys end up last and not-so-good guys get the prize
I am still not drawn to consider the generality of this premise
But when I notice that chivalry and gentleness are overrated virtues
I begin to disbelieve the rein of such niceties
But when I notice that being less than gentle is as tough as being gentle
I am drawn into a mix-up – be myself or not be myself
But when I notice that being myself is holding me up
I am drawn to transform myself into a sort of little rascal

Doesn't Leave

Like a ship to a port this thought of mine  I discern
arrives on a pledge of leave and departs on a word of return
And it keeps its word and fills the gap with void
Waiting is pain, expecting is restless but still can’t avoid
Port becomes all about ship and ship becomes all about port
This thought is making me and I am turning into this sport

Free

Like a solitary note of music pain
It rings in my heart and bleeds red stain
Full in my heart and blank in my mind
Restless and thoughtless, this hell of a bind

The hope of a mend should be killed right now -
The tend of my thoughts and the sway of my love
This so called joy of hoping for a magic
Let it all go -free - make it ecstatic

Homo Naledi

Homo Naledi - welcome to my knowledge

I have my arches and it was your gift

Your smaller brain, has grown in me little big

The route to my features passes through you

Your burial ground - my birth place

In excavating your body I am discovering myself

You strained your fingers then, so I can write now

Am I your only bequeathment? I am curious

Then I can know, from here where do I go

What Color Is Your Raindrop?

tajdar junaid has an album by same name..

Stilled in my sight, that raindrop colored
Drunk by soil and by mud acquired
Thrills of sprouting and smells of hope
That is the color I feel in my scope

Lulled in my mind, that raindrop colored
Shining through the dim light of lantern tired
Soothes my senses and treats my pains
That is the color you see through my eyes

Held in my palm that raindrop colored
Gives my hand, a very cleansed cover
And livens it up to work even more
That is the color you find in my lore

Stuck on the leaf that raindrop colored
In the company of buds not yet flowered
Dances in the breeze like a schoolgirl giggle
That is the color you notice in my wiggle

Found in her tresses that raindrop colored
Shoots at my heart like an arrow possessed
Takes away the air in my breath and the life in my life
That is the color I see in rife


These raindrops are all the same
Which is yours and which one my game
The one that fell or the one about to fall
The one in your thoughts or the one in my thrall

And these colors are all alike
Yet their blend is feeler strike
One that blends in a fine art
And another that sets you apart

Me, not me!!

Put someone in my speech is not me, just not me
But is it just my hunch or do you also see?
Every word I utter and every word I let out
Seem to have a mark and filled with your clout

Sing someone’s song in my tune is not me, just not me
But is it just my hunch or do you also see?
Every note in my music and every tone of voice
Seem to have a charm asking for your choice

Wear someone’s grin on my face is not me, just not me
But is it just my hunch or do you also see?
Every moment that I live and every gesture on my face
Seem to make an appeal and demand your grace

Tell someone about my bothers is not me, just not me
But it’s good that I share and express, don't you agree?
Every breath I take and every stroll in park
Seem to make me, someone unlike me and force me into dark

Grown up..

Remember the day I ran out of home
Crying for some unknown, wanted to wander and roam
Your rules on when to hold myself and when to let go
I had the words with me, but only now that I see the arrow and bow

But, where are you? Can you see what I am doing?
Now I have the tools to face any turn without even cooing
At every mode it feels you hold my hand and calm my nerves
That’s not enough, I need you to share my observes

Being naïve and silly again, will that get me what I want?
Will you be around to share my pun and loudest rant?
Those days when you wrapped your arms around my neck
I need those moments to restore my heart wreck

Do it again!

The fun of soaking and the thrill of rain
Let us honey, discover again
This time is ours and the invitation is there
Let us take a stroll in the tender loving care

The ride on the bike when heavens open up
The adrakwali chai in the earthen cup
Let us honey, remember again
These moments that had to linger and remain

The pebbles of joy rolling down the specs
The puddles on the path forcing us to flex
Let us honey, endure again
The flashes in the sky and chills down the spine

The scene of clouds giving way to sun
The finding of beetles that come out as if won
Let us honey, witness again
These stories of our life how we obtain

Don't work mate!

What this byte and what this bit
Don’t see fun in caring for this shit
What this deadline and what this client
Don’t see fun in being compliant

What these bosses and what these leads
They have to till this garden of weeds
What this coding and what this testing
These crimes are heinous as molesting

This park in my neighborhood asked me to flunk
Let the deadlines go and let my work stink
But I must loiter in the lawns
And banter with the brawns

How it is buddy that you are never invited
It’s a matter of guilt that you are always cited?
Make few amends, and gladden your life
Else you will regret in your old age rife

I nap, therfore I am

Yes I took forty winks and then I fell on the chair
So what? I think; no one cares
But I might need a little help
to hop and hip when the piggy yelps

Yes I took forty winks and then I fell back on the call
So what? I think; you there as my punching ball
And what your tech. and craft will do?
so long as I nap and chew

Yes I took forty winks and then I lost your status brief
So what? I think; am your officer in chief
If you quietly work off your tail
you have to set up and launch own sail

Yes I took forty winks and then I missed my honcho's mail
So what? I think; may be a li'l cut-wage scale
look! - behold, I still get a hike
Blessed are we? me and boss alike

Something about those eyes

Something about those eyes
That I can digress from my vice
And let my soul scribe and describe
This elixir, doctor has to prescribe

Something about those eyes
That I barter gold for the time-slice
When you search and research
And then in my eyes you perch

Something about those eyes
That I can't pent up any lies
When all the wish and whim you vent
And hold me by your scent

Something about those eyes
That the byplay, I sacrifice
When you scare me beyond doubt
And everything else is dimmed out

Lost or not

Took a bus and two stops after my place, I got down
Lost in the rail of my thoughts, lost the way and lost the time
Folks pick me odd one out or call me unknown number prime
Neither value nor fun, have nothing for this boom town
Hot and calm, in the absence of sound
the alley wore a look, of latent stares at the dares
Old man at the candy store, mulling state of affairs
had to ask me, “What’s the story of your wound?”
I know, you will ask and I know, you do care
when I meet my muse and promptly hold my sight
you will get to know the reasons for my plight
but, I can share with you, the meaning of my stare
When I look into zero and then you find me deep in thought
you may not see, but I am walking on the air!
You may not know, but someone’s rumpled my hair!

Happy Teachers Day!

Dear Ma’am, today my spellings are still incorrect
The names of the characters in story, I still forget
I still lie when I don’t complete my assignment
I still blame it on fever and chat-bandi’s horrible assortment

Body-Present-Mind-Absent, I still call it an art
I still look to convince everyone for that half extra mark
Remember, you called me hopeless, I am still the same
To do or not to do, Indecision- that’s still the name of the game

For, all the faults I still carry
And for all the things I do in a hurry
I am still the same child
As innocent, as charming and as mild

Your hand on my head, tousling my hair, I still cherish
Your warnings of beatings, those memories will never perish
You see, I have not changed, I am still the same chubby face
That we have not met only means I am stuck in this mad race

Dear Ma’am, I do care. I have so many things to share
Let’s meet soon, may be in the school. And my last bench is it still there?
Ma’am, wish you happy teachers day
May all the best things in life come your way.

I could have been better, but..

Because I know, you will always ask
I will have to groom; and paint my mask
To tell you lies thin; one by one
And receive from you chants of well done

Because I know, you will always ask
I will have to claim; and do my task
To tell you it is closed
And receive thanks, before it is exposed

Because I know, you will always ask
I will have to learn and shine in your bask
To tell you dear boss
And fool you that you are wisest class

Because you think, I will always obey
You will fail to see, the loss and the decay
Only if you knew, that demands should be few
In all these folks, you could have found a beau

The Bridge

The bridge between what used to and what is
Between what I wanted and what I may have
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between my losses and my wiz
Between what I love and what I may love
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between the facade and the woods wild
Between what I wait for and what I pursue
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between what holds me back and what lets free
Between what I fear and what I may surmount
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

Lake

The expanse of water in my sight, calm and clear
That the lake is lonely seems to draw me near
Pebbles in my hand land into water, one by one
And thoughts in my mind then set with the sun

The orange sun, takes away the light
And the confusion melts from my plight
The rocks that stand waiting for the moon
Would glow dark and unknown soon

Anonymity was never a virtue
But, relaxing here is too good to be true
When exhausted, will come here again
And live this aura again and again!

Let not the finishing line...

Let not the finishing line come, let forever this journey go on
For I have thoughts to dump and plans to be drawn


Let not the finishing line come, let the clock slow down
For I have promises to keep and mend my crown


Let not the finishing line come, let’s halt for a while
For I want some space to recoup my smile


Let not the finishing line come, let the destiny alter
For I need to have a reason for this falter


Let not the finishing line come, let the sun stay set
For I need this night to get over the upset


Let not the finishing line come, let me begin again
For I know the chances that I can then reclaim

Life in a Sinusoidal Wave

It all started when they called me a hero
and asked me to fly like an aero
Rome, it appeared was built in a day
nay, they said an hour and asked me to devise a way

What is it, that a genie's pet can't do?
I knew, I had the answer for every ado
I could get the birds to fly over a wall
They wanted the birds to swim in a wave roll

Left in the thrall of my head voice
I could only pout at my choice
Attempt, I did. I had the swans and the ducks
Lost'em all to their relentless mood flux

Press the panic button, hero's turn now!
but they claim goods are delivered, and take a bow
They found another way on how not to win
and asked me to pay for this sinful din

I had spent all the fuel reaching for the stars
with dust in my hand and visage with scars
what could I pay with sun setting on the horizon
I stood to earn, only if I slept like a dullard, wizen