Glorious exceptionalism (an anthem for being different)

you standout
from the crowd
believe deliverance
trust in difference

come on
you stand,
standout
from the crowd

what is holding you back
have courage, sail
you will, unarguably, fail
many times,
most of the times

just believe,
standout
standout
from the crowd
from the crowd

pick yourself up
dirt will disappear
a new you appear
bask in glory

standout
from the crowd
they are waiting
standout
from the crowd

doubters, shouters
hooters, looters
will feel sorry
for what they did,
they should

standout
standout
from the crowd
you deserve it!

Thousand stories lurking

does a story need an explanation,
a beginning and ending
a heroine, a hero, a saviour landing

a jester, a villain, thousand characters
undefined, just mentioned, since they
have an ordinary life, not worth telling, or selling

background noises, low and loud voices
eccentricity, abnormality, excitement
trickery, treachery and enticement

why plot always thickens, never slackens
pulse always quickens, so does music
when it comes at a juncture,

good and evil warring factions,
pauses, screams and inactions
why a story needs to be told

Earth, Sky could be better
with nothing but a mundane living
if it is in peace, contentment release

it is a thought, may be not to our liking
sometimes better than faking
or lacking, adventure being seek

a story where there is none
narrated by someone
totally trustworthy, made to lie

and fabricate, for true amusement
of few, who knew, from the beginning
what transpires, creativity inspired

a story, an epic, a tale,
I come up with one, every day,
without fail, just to see you smile

Blurred reality

Waking up somewhere unknown
dawn colours blurred,
vision impaired
enjoying these moments
of confused existence
mind without sustenance
of logic or thought
no solution sought
of centuries of neglect
Suddenly! mind starting to reflect,
Agh, it is noon, so soon
Can someone stop the time
Why? are you God?

Vanity song

how much you
wish to hold me
scold me
for being me

life isn’t fair
I’ve got the flair
blame on destiny
luck, coincidence, fate
or anything you hate

how much you
wish, truly wish
to hold me
scold me
for being me

I am not vain
or insane
basking in glory
ever and ever again
repeating my story

how much
tell me how much
you wish to hold me
push me down
scold me
for being gorgeous
fabulous me

I am dancing to
world melodies
laughing on my own
romancing with
billionaire tragedies

tell me how
muchness much
you really wish
I didn’t exist
wish to hold me
and then ruthlessly
scold me, for being
only, better lonely
laughing,
wryly smiling,
me!!

Flicker of hope in a maddening crowd

Standing aside
gold, sapphires, rubies
from all the glitter
colours unending tides
entire spectrum

jugglers, jokers, jesters
finest spectacles
coins, kingdom, castles
wealth tentacles

longing, for us
losing, myself
choosing, you

And why?
you innocently ask
with unreserved smile
in your angel mask

because my dearest
nothing else
makes the
heartbeat

Scent lasting centuries

love transcends words
let you fly together
beyond body, soul
eyes glare, heart’s flare

just sweet smell
of a deep red rose
subtlety of pink leaves
air weaves, dancing to the hymn

of affection, soul satisfaction
death captures so soon,
before noon of love,
story does not end

after billion bends
universe turns
mind wakes up again,
consciousness regain

feeling what was
left behind, other half
of soul, now mind has one goal
salvation is in embrace

And then you see her
long white robe with grace
her hair hold a deep red rose
from a long gone era

of centuries past, of memories lost
given by a destitute
which constituted
best gift forever

Cosmic colours

Rose petals blush
daffodils bloom
lilies loom
kissing, caressing
those fingers
affection lingers
for eons in surreal
beautiful moments
women are goddesses
shapeshifting odysseys
universe will be empty
humanity nonexistence
futile all resistance
when she smiles
closes her eyes
moves her hair
shows her flair
just bow and kiss
those lips from heaven