Conclusion

Destiny of balloons
is unknown,
mere slaves
of our desires
much like our hearts
Both pop
from or by
a little prick,
It is all the same
Oxygen inside
is not more than
lung size
it evaporates
we suffocate
Life ends on its own
Dying wish not known
Last breath, in solitary confined
Bed, all alone

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In the tunnel again

After a long time

I entered that tunnel again

Memories are not very kind

Squishing you under their boots

Planted thousand trees without fruit

And my heart was the cheap loot

Was trampled on, crushed uncountable times

Till there was satisfaction, clock chimes

Thirteen and fifth quarter of the hour

Tears replaced water in the shower

Guards ready to fatally shoot from the tower

When I escape emotions prison

with million justifiable reasons

still considered life ending treason

I am forced to enter that tunnel again

And I cry uncontrollably on the first step

No one to console, just me and darkness

lack of colours, mind’s starkness

and ignoring, unobserving, faceless passerby

Unable to lie, to myself or any of you

Pilot and Pirate

A pilot and a pirate
In an emergency
Both are in the same boat 🙂

Substitute

Pushing, shoving
punch that face
Blood, gore
Untamed race
Hit for a ball
Drill for a ball
Fit for a ball
even kill for a ball
Strength sapping
Mighty fall
Millions cry
for a mere try
What is this, humanity
Unfettered insanity
No! It the game
warrior spirit to tame
can’t kill sapiens now
can drown them in shame

Thinking through a night

Should I be worried

for things beyond reach

destiny, night beseech

my desire to excel

Calm down says life

if glory doesn’t dwell

in street beside your shack

passion there is no lack

confidence in a big sack

competence rack after rack

just lady, daddy luck amiss

for the better or worse

times are mighty terse

night’s last verse

never lose heart,

around the corner

a brand new start

keep singing, clinging

to hope, fate needs a moment

before it will torment

Keeping a guessing game

like the most beautiful dame

put thousands on a hook

never giving it away

you will most certainly

have your day

Never wonder, it will not matter

never leave dreams in tatters

they will become true

just near dawn, clearing hue

stay the course, unending walk

will result in a destination

not to be missed, fate hissed,

keep your eyes open

 

A beat is missing

I wrote a song in the middle of the night
of broken hearts and sad souls
Why we fall so miserably for our emotions
Wanting, needing, grabbing, feeding affection
It could be lust, infatuation
Just doesn’t let us think
And we sing a song in the middle of the night

Wait

I sense a new me
Unsure perhaps feel unworthy
For the cause or is it
Our desire to be first, last and foremost
In someone’s thought, Alas!
No logic or sane reason for it to be
Just mere wish of a two year
Stubborn boy
Who wants his toy
And will sacrifice his vanity
His sanity, to be with you
Or the Dholee
who wants his favourite
beat to last forever
Wanting you dance
Till eternity
The question is however
Trivial, totally irrelevant
In circumstance, ambivalent
Will you be watching
When I write this with my blood
Just to be understood