Drowning

Drowning in a river,
Too numb to even shiver.
A noose around my neck,
A cry going unheard.
A bullet lost it's way,
Reaching out for you,
I'm drowning and i'm crying
So please come and save me,
To my home, please take me.
I'm drowning and I'm frowning,
You promised me love,
You left your soul in me.
Tears rush to break,
The prison that I made,
Please come back, please do love,
There's comfort in your arms,
Let me snatch the love I lost,
What had it even cost,
All my life and all my love,
Painully I will shove,
No love lost, No battle sounds,
No longer does my heart pound,
No love to be found,
So don't come around,
No places left to go,
No wings left to nurse,
You levied a curse.
Let me die alone,
Dimly our star shone.
And in that moment of time,
I committed the crime,
No love lost, no love found,
Let me disappear to not be found

Dance and Sway

Dance, and dance,
And sway, and sway.
Turn,  and turn,
For you, ill pray,
That every step,
And every song,
The lonely nights,
The hazy storm,
Will pass without,
Like a gentle breeze,
So no longer fear,
The wrath of any,
They're are still to come,
Fiercer many,
So dance and dance,
And sway and sway,
I'll pray for you,
To keep the demons away.

Rise Above

Sometimes my pen shakes,
It's when my heart loses faith,
It's when love bows to fear,
And everyone I hold dear,
Is clasped in the hands of death,
In that moment, I fret,
Feel so out of power,
So drained, so much,
So chained,  so tightly
The situations are such,
That I lose all faith.
Fall down on my knees,
But isn't it all fair?
All life is on lease,
Come do your part,
Get drunk? Get smart,
Holding on letting go,
An endless charade.
So join the parade,
Come dance and love,
Fall down and rise above.

Travel

I wrote this after my recent fascination with travel. Though i am yet to take on an journey on my own yet, i have been dazzled by that of those near me. France, Turkey, Italy, Spain, Bali, Thailand, Germany. These are all mainstream locations. If i travel someday, i will choose the most exotic locations the world has to offer. To name a few-

1. Flathead Lake, Montana
2. Seven Beaches with colored sand
3. Ten Buddha statues

My definition of travelling is not that mainstream again. Have you all heard of Paharganj? If not, You've GOT to read this article. I want to travel to such places. A euphemistic underbelly you can call it. I want to meet people who leave lasting impressions on you. That they their faces flash moments before you are dying. The ones that made this life worth living. The ones that helped you suck the marrow out of life. Let's not stand on ceremony here anymore, here is my poem, Travel


At some point,

I want to travel.
Visit the world’s cave,
And carefully unravel…
Travel to cities unknown,
Changing life and time zones,
Walk the shady unbranded lanes,
Run with horses, caress their manes…
Sink in the ocean blue,
Capture the sunset, the orange hue.
Sleep with women and their warmth,
Forget the world and it’s norms…
Cross a billion faces,
Walking in their own paces,
Throw a smile here and there,
Make a friend somewhere…
It’s so large and big,
Get some money, let’s watch a gig,
Take me places far,
take me places new,
I want to travel and see,
Where there have been few…
At some point, i want to travel,
The world and it’s secrets, i want to unravel..

Quatrains

My fascination and love for poetry is forever growing. Though i have committed a blasphemy by not yet having read all of Robert Frost's or Walt Whitman's poetry, i sincerely promise you and myself to do so.
Poetry only comes to me when my heart is overwhelmed with emotions that i can simply not fathom into anything but words. Then, the rhymes flow like small streams cutting through the soil, so elegantly and effortlessly to pool into a huge river. But such emotional outbreaks are hard to come back, and while i am dedicated to sucking the marrow out of my life, i see a lot of quatrains emerging in my head. They go as fast as they come, like shooting stars- If not recorded, they'll be forever lost. I mostly share them on twitter, but it's time i transported them here. Anyways, i'm done rambling, so i will share some quatrains that i have inked so far-




1.  You can't write a story,
     Can't force out a rhyme.
     Need a fair bit of emotions,
     And a little bit of time...

2.  So sleep with a smile on your face,
     Because life is an endless maze.
     You'll never solve it until you die,
     So go out and eat some apple pie...

3.  And as time drifted us apart,
     I lay on the glass shards.
     Broken promise and shattered dreams, 
     Thunderous nights and silent screams...


I know three quatrains aren't many, but i will keep posting more. Your feedback is always appreciated :)

Death.

Death.                                 4-5-13
What scares me, is that there are moments, in which I fear not death. It suddenly becomes sane, like someone just injected you with Acceptance and it flows to every inch of you.  Suddenly, picking up that cigarette, Gulping that bottle seems pleasant.  Letting go seems easy, running that endless road seems feasible. And hope and faith seem like distant birds you once saw which flew away to never be seen again. Its that naked truth that scares me. It's that deafening silence, that dull roar that sinks into my bones to absorb me in oblivion. An endless abyss.

Let me

Let me sink in the ocean that you are, 

Let me hit the bottom, Where you are,

Let me gather some dust, 

Grow on me, i’ll stay forever,

And let me rust..

Make the show with me.

Let the small fish hide,

In crevices,

Let’s collide, 

And be what we were,

Holding hands and dancing, 

Running and bouncing, 

Our dreams crashing drown, 

Oh love do not frown,

For i’ll always be here, 

In the ocean that you are, 

So let me sink in deep,

While you carefully sleep…

Let me stay,

I’ll keep the demons away.

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Buried

Buried

And there he lay buried,The earth his womb, it’s warmth like his mother’s. She sung to him a lullaby, seducing him as he melted in her embrace. He stained her in red as he slept, and yet she sang.

For it was his time to rest,

He had fought with the best.

She caresses his body,

As he took his last breaths,

Melting in her embrace,

And hiding his face.

No enemies to fight,

No friends did remain,

In him , she was there,

In her, there was pain.

But before he laid, 

He bought a knife.

And with a fine thrust,

He slid it inside,

And then it burst.

Black poison it flew,

Like a river he once knew,

And corrupted the sand,

He fell on the sand,

And with a smile on his face,

He slept in her embrace.

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Happy Birthday Daaru!

Please forgive me!

Hello my friend @daarudesi,
Today I had an exam, it was messy.
It's your birthday and I want you to smile,
I know, this poem is juvenile,
But guess what? It's your birthday!
We gonna drink Bacardi like it's yo birthday,
But enough with The 50 cent rap,
Please forgive me, my skills are crap,
But from my heart,  I want you to know,
That it's your night, so please glow,
Coz you're never turning 20 again,
Being an adult is such a pain,
So smile and laugh, The moment will end,
Time takes a turn, a sharp bend,
Life has more to offer,
Did you get some parry poppers?
I know this is meaningless,
But from my heart, I am sorry,
You're a beautiful person,
So never change,
Shit'll get worse,
But don't pull the chain,
Life doesn't stop,
You must hurry, chop chop,
Let's get drunk and let's play,
Love please smile, its your birthday!

Oh wind

Come to my rescue,

Oh wind Oh wind,
And blow what remains,
and please know, please know,
I am no more,
What I once was…
Oh wind oh wind,
Come blow me away,
Take me to the beach,
You know the way,
I’ll dance with the waves,
Let’s crash and crash,
Oh wind, Oh wind,
Come blow me away

Dear Mom- Prose and Poetry

Jennifer opened Daniel’s letter as fast as she could. Cancer had left her with little strength and her fingers trembled more often now. Daniel never spoke since the day he learnt that she wasn’t going to be around after a while. Nobody told him, but he could see it in the doctor’s eyes. The horror of his soon to come reality. They say our eyes are the window to the soul, Daniel had seen his truth. She slowly took the letter out and unfolded it and tears marked her eyes before she could even start reading.

Dear Mom,

I look at the big green tree,

It stands so strong and tall,

And yet i see the leaves,

Like feathers they still fall.

Why would Mr.Tree,

Let go of all his leaves?

He stands so strong and tall,

And yet the leaves fall?

Jennifer smiled as tears trickled down her cheeks. She pulled Daniel into her bosom and broke down. Inconsolable. And yet, Daniel’s beating heart against her own calmed her like no medicine ever did. She looked out of the widow and looked at the view autumn had graced her with. The park was beautifully covered in hues of red , yellow and orange. She brought him up close and smiled and said-

Dear Daniel,

Look again at Mr,Tree,

He stands so brave and tall,

Yet he sets the leaves free,

So they may dance and fall.

That’s how life works my dear,

We come and play our parts,

We dance and cry and laugh,

So what you have to learn

A part you have to earn,

Come and put up a nice show,

Holding on and letting go.

Rhymes

The most beautiful poems were written,

In the most painful times,

The atrocities that they hid,

Those beautiful, beautiful rhymes…

To love you was a sin,

Maybe my only crime,

The pain they carefully hid,

Those beautiful , beautiful rhymes…

I used to hurt and cut,

Fall eight times, get up nine,

Words escaped my bruised lips,

Those beautiful , beautiful rhymes…

Maybe you've forgotten me,

Left too far behind,

Return what belongs to me,

The heart you carry is mine…

So i gathered all my courage, 

Mumbled that i was fine,

Soaked my hands in blank ink,

And wrote those beautiful, beautiful rhymes.