kiddo 

the child in me.....

Monday morning spelled mischief

i wish i could fly

fly so high draping stark sky

jumping to hip hop beats

drumming walls with sticks

tapping on the floor

dancing shoe ,tic tac toe

rocking body stirring soul

i could 'Bendit like Beckham'

waving hair to the new rythmn

shaking body to unchained melody

life was throwing proxy parody

wish i could be strings of guitar

swooshing through winds touching star

every cell of my body sang today

distinct colours of joy no shades of grey

music went wild , body caged thunder

cacophony from outside, amazed were my neighbours

cared no gaze ,cared no laughter

danced till the rage continued to flutter

chopping inhibitions ,rid of all masks

wanted to cry ,yell and laugh

Adidas t's, bermudas,a pair of Nike

today i was me ,me and just me

bell rings and everything went still

monday morning banging the door

kissing eyes open, my wonderland bid good bye

it was time to get up and let the child die

deep inside me waiting to be heard

and a chorus from dawn to dusk

forcing me to GROW UP!!!

for all my frenz in the world of blogging i will be taking leave for sometime to be back with a bang ......till that time .....good bye. will miss u all!!!!!

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rejuvenation

Human infermities traversing new paths

since when we have been weakened

iron willed and steel nerves

falling apart melting to sensitivities

one strike at religious pandora box

and the blood paints the eye red

impenetrable walls of creed and colour

ignorance shielded the truth from acceptance

wrapper changes but gift of history remained same

human sanity enslaved to veiled and viled politics

selfishness turned from individual to global realities

modernisation is in space not in time

national boundaries have soaked blood of millions

what we dont have is a perennial solution

we live in a unipolar world

besides promises of multipolarity

there are no absolutes only relativity

vices operate behind barbed wires of virtues

what is visible may not be true

even rivers , breeze and sunset

could put everything to test

turning nations to battlegrounds.

tags put on during lifetime

are enough to spell horror and disaster

for the human within innocent and pure

promises of technology and innovation

gradually turning world to sleepy hollow suffocation

seeing world through coloured glasses

spectators have turned blind

international platform and one misplaced statement

enough to flutter fury and abasement

words are now more important than sentiments.

money might manoeveurs and manipulates

morality is dead around naked dance of wealth

selling bodies,selling children and selling selves

markets of scavengers and blood sucking pests.

hunger for food no more potent as sex

instant gratification is the need of the hour

where every woman viewed as a whore.

fury of nature has signalled premonition

trailored in tsunami ,earthquakes and explosion

heed the warning or succumb to soil

deterioration has always preceded rejuvenation.

spring

love is in the air

dancing beams of moon

cascading waves of ocean

silent murmurs of breeze

and the music of rains.

love is in the air

a spectacle for those who care

leaving behind cocoons of comforts

and cubicles of heaters or air conditioners

night is young and full of passion

but alas! no admirers

her star sprangled beauty

hazed by intoxications of sleep

enough to quench thirsts dumped deep

snow flanked enormous mountains

turning saffron at dawn's trace

nature has more colours than one could witness

in spring collection of Versace.

satires of spring on summer

melodies of whispering romance

painting the streets with yellows

and the ones in love with pinks

chirping birds and songs of freedom

soaking the beauty of creation

drenching in mesmerizing rains

tintinabulations of serene breeze

paradise was right in front of my eyes...

innocence

Face off

wherever i cruise

one thing is bewitchingly apparent

the walls !

between heart , soul and mind

those having fortune ,beauty or wine

cold welcome and cosmetic smiles

pain is masked

blood in drains

yashmacks of selfish stink

choking me inside out.

zooming to rot and decay

we are machines of cosmo fray

dearth of true emotion

human frailty explosion

smiles curtaining grin and mockery

pride draping shame and agony

one is afraid to mirror himself

something within all of us breaks

possessions are ever endless

possessing last drop of ocean

kindles thirst for more water

in this world of paraphernalia

mother earth can satisfy needs

but not our greeds

when i possess universe

what next?

where do i go ? who do i belong?

and one question that rips me off

who am i?

continuing the amble

foraying into intoxication

at drags of life

and the push and pull

that deviates us

from humanity and its gifts

my ordeal continued

in the darks of cunning wood

searching for the innocence

this planet has lost..

then and now 

crucified

bleeding wounds still young

drenched eyes still numb

parched land below

stretch of pale sky above

was her last resort

her eyes are not dead

they are asking you a question

what did she do to deserve this ?

staring at the corpse

of her dreams and youth

and that frightful night

enough to change

the course of her life

when her feminity bore

brunt of hungry beasts of body

to live a life of pain and agony

death could get her rid of it

but she chose to resist

her thrashing temptation

she knew she was crucified

to give life to the coming season

to blossom new flowers

drawing drives from her fertile land

of courage and dignity

for an immoral ,cruel , and stinking society.........

(she now runs a charity home to teach young girls escaped from brothels to be strong and live a life of dignity ....educating them to face the wraths of society, that horrible night changed her life and she became an inspiration out of her bleeding life's tragidy......

twists and twirls

the spark

Highway road twists and twirls

darting the bosom of naked winds

passage looked strange

calling aloud my name

creeping through my spine

an apparent hollow in me

swarming melodies accross this flute

every drop of blood blossomed

to this music divine

a rare spectacle shimmered

and woke me up to the energy

never fathomed that steered

my senses and awareness

sceptic notions clouded around

manifested into a beacon

lord gave me the spark

to light all dead candles

a far cry from heaven

a street full of tears

a subtle crescent of laughter

on a dark night of gloom

sadness cant curtain

sparkles of joy

the answer has finally dawned

to cease further questions

these meandering river of grace

to quench thirsty souls

the wait finally ends

right here ....right now........

thick and thin

fate's bait

In my silent musings

can i hum this tune forever

a blank paper is my life

waiting to be stamped on

with the impression of numbered days

a ship in the midst of turbulent ocean

aimless , hopeless , clueless commotion

drowned are the enigmas of destiny

searching for answers from trinity

a merky haze drapes subshine

sky now turns to red wine

and i sat helpless waiting for the cess

the drudgery looks so endless

and joys like eyeblink reflex

all i could ever do is wait and wait

time is almighty and i am its bait

a dual between master and slave

i was offered what i never desired

all i am left with is a being dead tired

so i wait till the day breaks

if i still breathe

i will surely rewrite my fate !!