Bienvenido

I started thinking when I was young,
What I would like to be,
The creative dreams began its song,
In the real world, for me;
The days went past, the child grew up,
The song played a different tune,
It fit the world where it was stuck,
Those emotions were growing immune;

The lessons learnt are the knowledge gained,
Those moments lost should have really said,
A fountain started should always flow,
To those dreams once more, Bienvenido.

Renewing a phase spent in teenage life,
From the early years it rose,
Moments of spark in a lengthy strife,
As our childhood came to a close;
Though family was our entire space,
Friends nudged their little heads in,
Elders, teachers and those known by face,
Made my life complete from within;

In the race of our lives we lost the cause,
Feelings flew where careers paused,
Life was good, raring to go,
There to here, Bienvenido.

Whatever be our lives past,
Another phase has come to last,
Live each moment, learn from all,
Respect it, stand convinced and tall.

Responsibilities come as you grow,
The world will learn what you show,
Until roads fork and memories glow,
Until we depart, Bienvenido.

A Road Builder's Life

Looking back at the road I took,
The one on which I came this far,
Like silent footsteps on a new land,
A tear down a face, a running scar;

Memories and voices just float about,
As the road in front turns into haze,
Reliving those moments spent in my life,
As I backtrack my path in this maze.

All those feelings, decisions, my work,
And all that I grew up with and in,
Some bad, some good, obscure or blank,
Define who I am, my mind within.

The struggles borne whether you know or not,
The triumphs had and those received,
The feelings and longings deep inside,
And all those dreams that I achieved.

Those silent days, that lonely self,
The torture that a life endured,
The lessons learnt, the knowledge gained,
The pain that a sudden idea cured;

Unfinished tales, the ships that sailed,
False facades, infinity and back,
And that flavored soup which I call life,
Did I follow the ideal or lose my track?

Can I ignore the rusted past?
Should I heighten the battles won?
Should I mould the real part to suit
Myself; when asked by someone?

And I realize as I blink twice,
My vision slipping back to reality,
No matter how much I try or deny,
It will always be a part of me.

The road is mine, I made it so,
The seeds I planted, the trees that rose,
The fruits it bore are mine to have,
And all will be for me to choose.

The road looks long, the asphalt shines,
One more glance and I turn to go,
The soldier’s pride returned with stride,
As I look ahead at an unknown road.

An outlined track, nothing to show,
Swarmed by weeds and not well laid,
So I pick up my tools, return to work,
Determined to build a road well spread;

The pleasure of work, a satisfied sense,
A happiness arising from tranquility,
And though you won’t care while on this path,
It will be something built by me.

I need no fame, I need no fun,
These moments I live reigns supreme,
I lived my life pursuing happiness,
Building roads and tilling my dreams.

The sense of purpose, the vigor to work,
The pride of creation, the noblest task
Is to keep me busy, just building my road,
With the knowledge gained; what more can I ask?

Dawn

It was barely visible at first,
Like thin shards of Hope
Amid a growing haze of grey.
The visage of Death and crime
Was evaporating into nothingness.
Men could see a golden dream,
Rising near the horizon of the sky.
A burning desire was growing inside.
The world had transformed in seconds.
The battle of Time was won by light,
As its chariots raced inwards,
Breaching the uneasiness and incompetence,
Tearing the unknown, showing the way.
The land seemed to rise upward
To meet with the dancing rays of fire,
As they descended, filled with energy,
A quiet, sparkling spectacle;
The Earth which was painted in
Everlasting gloom and disaster, was evolving,
Slowly breaking its inhibitions and fear;
A silent death and an astounding resurrection;
The thick cloud of cold and dark
Began to thin and disintegrate.
It never stood a chance.
The air which had tensely awaited the arrival
Of the inevitable, holding its breath,
Granting it time for a grand spectacle,
Growing restless, had its wish fulfilled.
The gates of Heaven had opened
And Earth was drenched with the fire of Hell,
As a wave of light enveloped all,
Burning with renewed strength and vitality,
A blinding aura;
Dust had the radiance of gold.
The sky, a master craftsman and deceiver,
Had a sudden change of palette, change of mood,
As it diluted to a transparent coat;
It had shown the first signs of rebellion,
In a world where darkness pulled the reins,
And screams got drowned in the vastness of Night,
When pain is pleasure, mystery, the rule;
But that is now past.
Dawn had arrived.
It took pride in its beauty.
The ship which had sailed with a promise,
Had returned, keeping it.
What it carried was spreading quickly,
Filling the cracks, aiding the blind;
It was the sea of hope,
It meant some good still survived,
Worth fighting and living for.
The shades of grey had been wiped clean
And a brilliance of colours replaced them,
Stimulated by the touch of freedom and hope,
Cloaked golden by the aided light;
The highest Deliverance encountered by Man.
The source of energy, the fountain of joy;
The picture of forever spring on Earth,
Everlasting Life;
One could never fathom the power of a gift.

Emily and Sam

It was a dull grey noon,
There was no noise around.
I was waiting,
Lying underneath the oak tree,
Beside the white-washed fence,
For you, Emily,
Just to see you.
A distant white figure
Told me you had come.
I could smell you
And hear your footsteps
As you came nearer.
Now I could see you, yes!
You were standing very close.
Finally that moment had come.
I’ve been waiting for so long
Just to see you again,
Let me fill my eyes
With your light.
From nowhere,
A soft wind comes
And gently blows your hair,
I can see your face,
Still so young,
Still so beautiful,
So heavenly unstained.
I want to get close,
But fear I might lose you.
My unholy touch,
My devil hands,
May grip you tightly,
You may never be able
To break away from me,
From my heart, my life,
And I don’t want that.
I don’t want us together,
Even though we are inseparable,
I don’t want you so close.
I'll watch you from a distance,
I only want you to live happily,
I want you to forget about me,
I wish you find love again.
I will pray to God every time,
That you may always smile,
Be happy,
Forget the past,
And all that we did together.
From this instant onwards,
I tear all our strings of joy,
That defined ‘Us’.
Now it’s only ‘You’ and ‘Me’,
Not ‘Us’.
I want you to remain like this,
Pure, saintly, like an angel,
Purging everyone you meet,
Just like the rain
Washes away the dirt,
And the Earth breathes new life.
Look Emily, it’s raining!
Just when I wanted it most!
Wait! Is that your tear?
Are you crying?
But why?
Why do you cry?
Why do you kneel down
And cry beside me like this?
And who are all these people,
Dressed in black like Death?
Stop crying dear,
I beg you not to.
Is that the same rose I gave you
When we first met?
Only the colour is black,
Black like Death.
Wait, I must be wrong,
It must be red,
But even your tears
Cannot wash its dirt away......
The time has come,
The priest has read the prayers
And the men slowly lower me,
To where I would return,
From where I came,
Goodbye Emily, goodbye!
God bless you!
I know you will come again,
The same day every year,
To give flowers and prayers,
Flowers from those hands
That once touched me,
Prayers from those lips
That once kissed me.
And I will eagerly wait
For that day,
Every year,
Just to hear your soft voice,
And to see that angel face,
Still so young,
Still so beautiful,
I would eagerly wait
For that day,
Until you’ll come no more,
Or come to be with me forever.
I promise to love you,
Just like I once loved you,
Till time ends.
Please come back soon,
I would love to hear your voice,
Calling me by my name,
“Sam, Sam.....Sam....”.....
“Sam wake up,
Wake up Sam!”
“Huh!” I woke up.
My eyes felt sore,
My head was spinning,
I was totally confused.
There was no one there.
Who was calling me?
I slowly opened my eyes.
A faint light came in.
After what seemed like eternity,
My vision became clear.
Yes, I could see the oak tree,
The same white-washed fence,
That same ground,
The same rain-drenched sky,
With the same grey hue.
Am I in heaven?
I felt myself.
Then it slowly dawned on me,
I turned around suddenly
And looked down,
There on the ground lay her grave,
Just as it was,
Two days before,
On her funeral,
Only the roses had dried.
All my questions,
That I had been asking,
For two days,
Standing here,
In front of her grave,
Were answered.
“Why did you leave me?”
“Where did you go?”
“How will I live without you?”
“What will become of me now?”
All my questions,
Answered.
On seeing her grave,
Her resting stone,
On which were written,
A few words,
Some lines,
Like gold in grey,
She had chosen them herself......

“Absence is to LOVE
What wind is to fire
It extinguishes the small
...... And inflames the great”.

A Window

What draws me to the window pane,
Is my curious urge to look out again,
And every time I look outside,
I see Life on its silent ride,
I draw the curtains hastily,
It stirs something inside of me,
I know not what, it feels remote,
For I choose to welcome the old;
It feels empty as my room inside,
With no escape, nowhere to hide.
However, a voice lingers in the dark,
And taunts me with a question mark;

I open the window with a strong impulse,
And feel the city's racing pulse,
Where I - a victim of 'common man'
And common views, cannot say 'I can',
To take the charge, the lead role,
And time flies away until I am old.
Left to decay in the lonely cage,
Which I have built throughout my age.
Light rushes inside at the speed of light
As all the darkness and shadows subside,
The way around is still obscure,
By a pile of dirt covering the floor.

My grey wooden bed lies empty,
Like those dreams and wishes left to be,
Unaccomplished tasks left to rot,
While I slept soundly on that cot.
The mirror on the wall can no further
Reflect myself, I have nothing to gather
And stand near it, but it's not broken,
It's just asleep, impassive, not yet woken.
However, every time I look at it,
I see my sorry state, as if it is fit
For me; I can see nothing else,
I cannot rise above my arrogant self.

The shelf is covered by my atlas of sin,
Without the strength, I sink deeper in;
The books kept there, their knowledge is lost
By my neglect - a priceless cost.
The drawers of my heart, like my costly chest
Lay barren and vacant, I did my 'best'
To fill them up; the very pace
Set by my desire to do so - like a race
Run throughout life, only to realize
It is all meaningless - just a blink of the eyes,
The mind lay vacant - nothing gained,
I had begun, descended and remained.

A life unworthy of a crash report written
One second before it was erased and hidden.
But in that second I saw nothing of mine,
And you're supposed to see a lifetime.
Inside this cell - a living death,
The air intoxicated by my breath,
A mind of man, lost in time and space,
Like a pillar being built without its base.
The ultimate being with his greatest mind,
Was groping in the dark, unlike a blind.
But that is past, the window is open,
And it's never too late to mend the broken.

As I stand and absorb, my senses clear,
I begin to evolve a mind without fear.
The air and light fill inside to purge
And stimulate my will, and urge
To break down and pick up the broken,
And a fire from the ashes shall be awoken.
To meticulously build again from scratch,
And when ignited can have no match.
For a moment's pause I drown myself,
In the Nature outside - ready to help
And guide me, as I open my door,
To welcome the unknown inside once more.

This window like an opening in the fence,
Connects the corridors of existence,
And shows me the world around;
It gives me something I never found -
A sense of freedom - to collect and rise
Through the portal of light amidst grey skies.
The cloud clears from the stagnated brain,
My mind begins to respond again.
This is my life, I have this only one,
Will I wait for some Heaven after I'm gone,
Or build it here? this place where I stand,
Grow my paradise with my own hands.
None can stop me, I will grow,
And shatter the limits of this 'one' window.

Dusk

The light fades into a reminiscence,
And a shadow envelopes the world.
The picture of a bright, colourful sky,
Becomes a portrait in shades of grey.
Life seems lifeless, without a stir,
And a bleak, bleached future follows.
Morals die and are washed away,
Pouring down the sides of evil.
I cover my eyes with my hands
But the effect is still the same.
A grey life feeds a gray mind,
Already determined to decay.
The world becomes silent once more
And none but the bound are free.
Light tries to win over it’s absence,
But fails to conquer this time.
Darkness smiles at it’s perfect illusion,
With Time as an enraptured audience.
Deep below it’s roots have spread,
The Earth must not disturb it.
It cannot risk being abandoned
And left loose, broken apart.
A man steals some time to sleep,
But, so is the world beside him.
In this dilapidated shell of knowledge,
Of wisdom which gives strength and hope,
Man scurries into the dark unknown,
Pushing aside, killing the reality,
With hope for a better tomorrow,
And some flame, ray of light,
Which will obscure this unreal.
And they turn to Him for protection,
To them for attention, and to rest,
Rest, in peace, with the thought
Of doing the same someday.
While flushing his feelings, his wishes
To be happy, down and out,
To pile and rot in a safe place,
Away from him and Him.
So that he could realise the wrong,
And go searching, begging and pleading,
To Him for mercy, and go on looking,
For a drop of blood in an ocean,
Under the coat of a dull, dark Heaven,
When blood and sea are imperceptible,
To find a way through the mist,
Created by the tears of his own eyes.
But it is growing dark,
The Dusk has arrived,
And Man is bound to lose his way,
Fall in the grip of the Night,
So fly towards safety and home,
But hope can never be rekindled by fate.
The stage is set, the play to begin,
But this is the beginning of the end.

Still Discovering - Part III

1. Birthdays come and go but I stay eternal.
2. It takes a lot of will and determination to start things and continue to lead by example.
3. Pain is and can only be physical.
4. I am a very sad soul searching for answers.
5. The cause of Man’s downfall is greed and of course, incompetence.
6. Never forget two things in life – firstly never forget your perseverance, remember each and every one of your efforts and pain, the minutes spent and the ideas developed and secondly, never forget the exhilaration and joy after a job is done, an idea conquered or a battle won.
7. Another person’s effort in helping you grow, making you a better person, makes him your guide for life. It should never be compared with personal gains.
8. Always have faith in your judgment.
9. Love won’t cure me. Exercise will.
10. Tougher the life, better the aftertaste.
11. Do not propose or propagate something without understanding it.
12. All your dreams will come true, once you know what to do.
13. Publicity is like a disease. Almost incurable.
14. The setting sun is like a golden sunrise. Forever inspiring.

Poisoned Paradise Perished (A Fantasy in Reality)

Long ago when the roses were red
Like your lovely lips of blood-like hue.
When you felt like an angel in a dream,
And just by your presence, I felt so new.

When your hair felt darker than the Devil’s heart,
And your heart felt whiter than spirits dear.
My thoughts just wandered by seeing your eyes,
My heartbeat played mayhem when you were near.

And every sunshine seemed a little more bright,
And all of Nature played a melody.
When Love seemed to start from every smile,
And add to my strength, like a flourishing tree.

When I felt I had a reason to live,
Like God had answered all my prayers out loud.
When my every problem seemed big enough,
To be the silver line behind the cloud.

When Hate disappeared out of my life,
And Love filled the corners of my lonely self.
When I still felt like living every hell-like day,
With your silent, imaginary, far cry help.

Just when I found my dreams to sail on,
And my paradise on earth became so true.
That is when, I should have said,
How much I hated you…..


You stole my paradise,
And poisoned my love,
And I perished with it.
Not because you said no to my love,
But because, you never gave me a chance
To say how much you meant to me.
Not because you prevented me from saying,
No, you would never do that.
But I found my reply
When you walked out of my life,
With someone else.
He had everything I did not,
But lacked everything I had.
I should have been bold….
But that’s where you gave me,
My own poisoned love chalice
And told me to drink to fulfillment.
And I did so happily.
And eventually landed in a desert
Where love drifts like the sands of time.
I lived alone, lonely and tired,
And moved as far away as I could,
In this neglected home for the neglected.
My sorrow engulfed me whole,
Until it turned me blind.
And my paradise disappeared.
Not by my blindness,
But by my grief.


And one day I found you,
Safe in the farthermost corners.
Sitting there like a lonely, lovely figure.
I thought you were dead.
But you sprang to life by my touch.
No, I could not reach ‘you’,
Because my blindness could only take me
To the corner shelf of my room
To my true companion – my flute.
On which I once played the love songs…
I played my flute to drown my pain,
And I think I played quite well.
Not because I felt no grief when I played,
But a small crowd clapped every time I stopped.
They stopped by to listen,
Every time I played.
Must have had their bits and fragments of sorrow,
They must have found some warmth
When it was colder than the Devil’s heart.
Because I did.
I felt paradise again at my fingertips.
Until my ear could no longer hear it play.
I had turned completely deaf.
A person cannot live with so much
And so little.
So much of pain, so little of joy.
So much of curse, so little of boon,
So much of poison, so little of paradise.
So I finally gave up.
And my poisoned paradise perished with me.
This time for real.
I was happy.
Not because I was relieved,
But because I had sent ‘you’,
In a small gift, neatly packed,
My broken flute.
My true drops of blood and tear.
I died the very night I broke it.
I know you will throw it away instantly,
Thinking it a joke someone played on you,
And go on with your life.
But it would get a last of your touch,
And that is all I need.
Maybe, subconsciously, I smile,
Maybe, unknowingly, ‘you’ cry.
Goodbye…..                ....my flute

To A Nightingale

Oh nightingale, how do you bail
The tired man, by your song?
Sitting close by, why don’t you sigh?
But chant your melody all night long.
Sent from above through the song of love
How do you sing such a lovely strain?
With a song for whom? My gratitude groom,
Your music showers like the golden rain.
On that tree’s bark, oh! magical harp!
Please sing more I request,
Abiding nature’s law; I listen in awe,
Do sing once more I wait in zest.
Oh please tell me, a voice so free,
How do you shine in the dusk?
To heaven it seems, chanting hymns?
Or to God, what do you ask?
The queen of the dark, my dearest lark,
The magical tune it makes me pray,
As I listen to you, the song you choose,
Until the night turns into day.
Through the bliss of spring, you always sing,
An icon of dusk it seems to me,
I hail your song, all spring long,
I want to be you, I want to be thee.

Still Discovering - Part II

1. Some people are born just to disturb the state of equilibrium.


2. Emptiness is next to loneliness.


3. It's better to be invisible than to have a shape filled with the opinions and views of others.


4. Your love is worth 25 paise. They don't make 1 paise anymore.


5. Solitude is a blessing and a curse. Blessing because it gives rise to one's greatest masterpieces. Curse because it helps devilish thoughts and deeds grow.


6. Once a man-eating beast was chasing me. I ran up a tree, saw my dearest pal, and jumped.


7. When the world gets destroyed, only intellectuals who played Counter-Strike will survive.


8. The only time we can nearly have a perception of infinity is when we stand between two oppositely facing mirrors.


9. 'One; twenty-one guns; lay down your arms, give up the fight'.....Bang!


10. I can say all that you want to hear. Just have the courage to ask.


11. The world is all 99% bad and 1% good. But I'd fight for that 1% with my 99%.


12. One man can change a million men if one million men cannot change that one man.