Same Old Sun..

They are coming to take us,
The prodigal, threatening faced angels,
With their voracious desires to steal our conscience,
And make us subdued mass of living dead..

With their magnanimous intellect,
And incisive wisdom,
They will rule on us..

Our world,
With our contentious leaders
& corrupted religions,
Prepares for an armed strife with their tanks & bombers..

The angels of freedom & unity,
Talks to human's frailty,
& before the world of dark sarcasm realize,
The prosperous same old sun awakes from forgotten east of earth..

Moments of Wisdom..

In the time of profound pains,
When all innocence, stingy intentions get unveiled,
I cry a secret tear for such disgrace,
And regain my passion to be insane..

I seek, from knowledge of erudite who drew miracle on sand,
what does it take to make a virtuous stand ?
- Against possible licentious, corrupt sins !
And by being here, in the life,
I was confounded to know its inner sides,
To know it smiles & how it winds..

The Invisible Man of a greature stature,
Refrained from allowing my thoughts to roam further,
With some more masked words,
I shall come back here..

To my nation

I am some animal of some forest and this is what happened to my forest some years back :

A cat, with her strident and sharp sound, woke up the entire forest of frightening, deadly animals possessing inordinate vigor & a mind equipped with intelligence. The cat with her wild and widely expressive face, brought to their notice an upcoming calamity. The strongest lion and the wise giraffe thought upon it while the rest of the community, watched them with submissive, worried faces. Lion expressed his willingness to think upon the situation for some more time while giraffe had a scepter like disciples to take care of.Staggered by this act of their beloved leaders, rest of the animals offered their services to refrain from the misfortune the calamity may bring. But the lion's ministry deprived them of their rights and resources to help others until asked for it otherwise.

Animals must gather, lest an unforeseen, lethal calamity may destruct their lives once for all. But before those poor with meager resources could do anything, calamity crashed upon them. That, in turn, broke the courage of my country & filled them with fear of destruction, and since then, my poorly rich country struggles each time the calamity comes in form of terrorist attack, flood, inflation, food crisis, political stability or corruption.

A tripping Song..

How many of you people are ready to die ?
Because, from here, no body gets out alive..
[Silence]

All right, you gentlemen with petite young women,
Standing out there on the roads of heaven,
I know you understand what I am talking about,
I know you how you hate your life's flaws..

Deep, dark nights,
Subtle thought fights,
All you people - ready to wake your self up,
How many ends have you been to survive ?

Come on,
Lets get together,
And organize a feast like an ancient Indian Victory..

Come on,
Lets celebrate the freedom !!

Poor's Passion !!!!

For the life swaying on the roads,
In their house, they keep their hunger on hold,
I have seen how they kill the cold..

In their hours of deepest needs,
They have been struggling on the streets,
With an emotion to follow,
And nothing else to borrow..

I have seen them diluting in the dark,
& never showing their faces again,
To hold their hands,
Even the greatest of kings may feel dismayed..

Sheep On Roll...

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Do you know I am going insane ?
I need some load
And I need some strain,
To earn my bread,
I want to work from today..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Have you been to town lately?
The sheep there play,
Enjoy in turmoil,
They 've been friends with chaos,
And thats where they find some joy..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Have you heard of some ancient village ?
Where sheep did help,
In making some mysterious fleece..

I don't mind climbing mountain,
I don't mind descending deep,
I just want to be what a sheep is meant to be..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Do you know I am going insane ?
I need some load
And I need some strain,
To earn my bread,
I want to work from today..

Last Illusion..

In the predefined expression,
She stayed for a moment,
Comparing her mourns,
And some reasons to rejoice..

On the top of mountain of mud,
She saw him starring at her,
Asking silently,
To return him his sun -
The sun of the brightest of knowledge,
The sun untainted and flawless..

She stood still,
Flinging her violent smile,
Throwing her tantrums and whimsical sighs,
To kill a bond of "I" and "mine"..

Attracted by her psychological tricks,
He decided to take his last breath on the ridge,
He tried to think against his will,
Before he jumped from the hill
& since then,
He is floating in the world of men, women and the unborn children..

Majestic Man..

It was another day,
When we searched for a penny till the sunset,
We gave a chance to ourselves,
And decided to stop till the morning breaks..

I know it was a depressive night,
And we searched for places to hide,
That soft little girl who ran across the hall,
With her silky manners and small hands,
She waved from the window,
She gave us some bread,
She gave us smile,
And told us everything will be all right..

She told us some truth,
And she shared some lies,
She called him "Majestic Man",
Who absorbs all the pain,
Who always makes her smile..

She asked us to wait for her man,
And when we awoke,
It was another morning
And we had our next sigh..

Cuban Cigar..

Excuse me, Miss,
Would you light my cuban cigar please ?
I have been watching you from another corner,
I would want you to light it for me, Miss..

Hello ? Miss,
I know you hate eating your food wrapped in a silver foil,
But then,
I know how you struggle to get out of turmoil..

"Do you talk ?
Do you laugh ?"
I wondered at times,
But before you could realize,
I could hear your lies..

Hey, Golden girl,
Just a cuban cigar..

Holding On..

Years have passed by,
And now I look back,
I find you everywhere still,
And memories of you remain intact,
Its not a trouble,
And I am no foul,
I still have faith in what I am looking for..

I saw you with me,
I saw you with him,
I scream no more of pain,
Because I am sure your memories will remain..

I hate the nation that has swallowed you,
But I have faith in love that I have for you..

Sounds of Strife..

RED rose from that guilty, muddy water,
Talking of her picturesque memory and stubborn desires,
Questioning her ability to survive in meager amenities,
Limiting her respect for reality,

Striving - Stretching boundary of escapism,
I left that unknown shore and muddy water,
In discord with deities of water and fate,

Live in search for that golden face,
That I see again and again..

Troubled Arguements..

Songs of spring were falling apart,
And fallacy of fall was drifting at par..

Under shadows of shining sun,
She sat with her eyes closed,
Breaking, falling, crying, dying
Beneath covers of those closed eyes..

Looking for love to reborn,
Waiting for her troubled arguements to go..

Lacking the spirit of that unknown spark,
Trying to hold her self hard,
When colors of sun were fading apart,
Sorrows her troubled arguements began to start..

Sadly she stood up,
And looked for someone to hug,
Before she broke,
She wanted to tell someone about her troubled arguements and love..

From the streets of psychedelia..

Read some stanza and ponder upon some verse,
Scream some words until the psyche gets burnt,
He will take care of all your pains and hurts..

Build dreams on strong grounds of frailty,
Frittering away from absurd reality..
From gloomy past to day dream diva,
Face struggle of conscience against curses of "Maseeha"..

Forming a chemical culture around,
Hiding from limitations and bounds,
He - the unknown source of said freedom - absconds away with a desire to melt into the absolute consciousness,

And "Maseeha" sails away,
And he sails AWAY..

Un-creating..

A bit of tickle and little tremble,
My eyes flicker and I do some fumble,
Watching through intricate simplicity,
And running towards sanity..

Ego melts,
And some expression dwells,
"I" get lost,
And a different universe unveils..

I run like a child,
And I throw those pretenses aside,
I live in this very moment,
While going towards my Uncreated state..

I am going back,
Unlearning everything,
Un-creating walls of reason,
Breaking this treason..

Road to..

Last stone of eternal grave shall be placed correctly by my religion,
What I am is in relation to my religion,

I know they weep and shed their tears like those crazy drama seekers,
We have enrolled our selves in to the academia of mass destruction..
Driven by incongruous forces of outer world..

If, I am not tomorrow,
May be you shall fill my space - place..