Stubborn

I live where 

modernity is unable

to break through barriers

disabled by customs

Underground change

will derange, exchange

long held traditions

new generation

adopt, adapt style

resistance is futile

still I will die fighting

 

Liberty

Life need not to be a prison,
a jail for the dear heart
Wake up, make up and take up
Moments which will be lost
Loving again is easy, forgiving is not
They live happily, why should you rot
Nothing deep, nothing profound
Just a simple, shallow
Thought

Insanity (in colour)

Look beyond the veil
You may find me insane
Hopping, cheering
Love endearing

Master of illusion
Lows and highs
Going nowhere
Reaching the skies

Suffering, cursing
And rehearsing
Life is a play
role in decay

Nothing at stake
why working so hard?
I don’t do logic
unfinished tasks!

Only ends with life
when I would
be quickly forgotten
never understood

AB 20 December 2013
Photo- SLR Self Portrait December, 2013

What do you know about life

Don’t look at me as you have seen a ghost

I wonder loudly

Whether you have seen true life

Here are few questions

to make your brain functioning

Have you seen a still birth

Or a infant death

or cruelty of people when someone is down

Have you lost a friend in an unnecessary war

All are, I am just stating the obvious

What about beating by a racist mob

or lynching crowd running after you

just due to colour of your eyes

I haven’t seen it all

Or perhaps any, what I describe

It just make me wonder

when someone claims

they have figured all out

Mostly they are clueless

in the creative minds

possibilities are endless

Real world however does know that

And why do they care

What is fair or unfair

As long as some greenbacks

attached to a question

it is all fine, don’t

have to stay in the line,

just walk through and smile

I usually digress,

old age does that to you,

in my case however I always did it

these random thoughts

may not come across much

Finesse and such

never come close to my

hard solitary life

Experience

Blip, beep, silence
So short
Life

Deliverance

Disguised as a flower
Gabriel spoke to me
Giving hope of
redemption
Showing uncharted territory

Where the heaven
meets the horizon
Trees in the forest
sing in unison
songs of praise
for the nature above

My deeds are weak
My words are hollow
Still the hope
allows me to speak

I go back to my forefathers
honour intact,
head held high
Being true to
my creed

For roaming the earth
Sowing the seeds
of happiness, courage,
contentment,
for a better world, indeed

AB 3 January, 2014
Photos AB Dec 2013

Memories

Time passes
people too
Memories
all I have
is you

Perception

Innocence remains
The face is the same
Beauty hasn’t faded
It’s your eyes
Your harsh reality lens
And what you sense
Vision is jaded

Wisdom and cynicism

Age, is the mightiest sage
Cynicism replaces rage
every moment, night
everyday is the wage
even to infinity
observe and gauge
will never understand until
your time, your page

Golden dusk

another year come to close

last goodbyes, dusk glows,

telling tales, far and wide,

desert mist, deep ocean tides,

creativity rediscovered at mundanity’s cost,

whatever pretence, need to be, was lost,

dark days and bright nights,

orphaned sadness, gloomy delights

a decade will go, when looking behind,

that last dusk, what memories bind,

missing unconditional love, affection now,

and a wish that evening return somehow