THE SHOW

A life, a few breaths and a thunderous storm within

Walking on, with a teary heart and a weary soul

Every broken dream pricking like a vicious pin

Every shattered hope reminding of an unaccomplished goal

Gripped by sorrow, surrounded with pain

He plays with the soul and He tries at every step to beat us down

In life’s various battles, daily we’ve been slain

Yet we get up, move on, and try best not to mourn

Growing, learning that in this game He manipulates every rule

Battling not just pain are we mortals, we’re battling life and fate too

Working hard, toiling for days feeling like an underrated mule

 Everybody breaks, every soul dies including me and you.

At such a juncture, philosophy shall hit us all

The blurry lines of survival and living shall become clearer

A faint view of joy shall be visible as the answer to this sad pall

Clutching on to that distant dream, we’ll aim to make our lives better.

We all shall hit a crossroad where we’ll understand life’s secret

Life is a sorrowful journey where joy has to be created by us

We’ll reach a stage where within a moment we’ll forget to fret

Such a day shall mark the beginning of our LIVING and end our daily toil and fuss.

Life is, my friends, after all a show

Happiness has to be created, even if feigned, and sorrow has to be crushed hard

Someday we’ll all learn this and shall finally, into better beings grow

Spreading joy, spreading love, enjoying every step, every yard!

Don't move on!

The innocence is dead, cunningness is what is left in me

The comfort of home is no more; the fear of aloofness is what I dread.

Every pore is immature, yet every being calls me an adult

Things have changed but the heart keeps telling time

“Don’t move on.”

Carefree days of youth have paved way for calculated risks now

Those green meadows of passion have now turned into grey lawns of boredom

Every bit of me craves to be a child again.

Things keep changing but the soul keeps telling time

“Don’t move on.”

Aimed for glory, got it too but it all seems incomplete now

Inner peace is all I crave for, the childhood joy is all I seek for

Every part of me has a kid, subdued, waiting to be rechristened

Things always change but the child’s spirit in me yells at time

“Don’t move on.”

Bitter days of adulthood have made me crave for youth again

Alas didn’t cherish it while it lasted and am paying its penance

Every inch of me wants a carefree life yet again

Things have changed forever now, yet the conscience requests time

“Don’t move on!”

Her broken heart

Shattered pieces of heart were scattered around her soul

Lost hope on love, life too had now taken its own toll

Thinking she was the cursed one, she survived on

Every new day was just another reason for her to mourn

Such a tormented soul she was, all had lost hope on her

She tread on wearing a cloak of pain made with sorrow’s fur

On such a regular stormy day, he saw her pain

Those eyes told a million tales of how she was slain

Refusing to back down, he pursued her sorrow

Having decided to share his joy and her pain to borrow

She was shocked that someone could still care

In her painful strife, to love her, someone could still dare

He refused to back down, picking up her broken pieces of heart

Gluing them with his bond of love, promising never to depart

The pain she held within had made her seem like a disgrace

In such a life, she was bemused he could be her solace

Reluctant and hesitant to reciprocate, she feared he’d break too

He kept pursuing and proved to her his love was true

Still fearing the shards of a broken heart might pierce him

She took to his solace scared yet glad that her emotional pot was filled to the brim.

Success and me

After years of toil, life had finally handed me success

After a string of failures, I had now found victory in excess

Losing my naïve charm, becoming a monster so evil

Killing my inner voice and acting against my own will

The taste of success had me hooked onto it

A carefree talent was now endangered to fall into a gory pit

I found myself sucked into a whirlwind of ego and fame

Every part of me had suddenly changed barring my own name

How could recognition change the true me, I pondered.

Searching for my soul lonely and lost I wandered

The blood red heart was now a gray pool of arrogance

Foes smiled while friends waited for the real me with patience

The mirror of life was hard to hide from in a while

I had to now decide my path in this inner war so senile

Moving away from the intoxication of success I found myself again

Getting back to the carefree me seemed full of joy and less pain

Promising myself to continue doing work full of hope and mirth

I buried the demons of success forever and vowed to never let it gain another birth!

Smile (Part 2)

Circumstances shattered his dreams and brought him pain

His heart continued beating, but his soul was now slain

Breathing through life, having forgotten how to live

Taking blows from life and armoured with just a smile to give

Pain became passion and sorrow became pride

In aspirations and hope, he found new confidence in his stride

Surviving every blow of life, he strode through hell’s fire

Gaining the confidence of Gods, he evoked every Demon’s ire

The pain he knew would subside and thus he walked on

Suddenly, the desert paved way for a greener lawn

Opportunity knocked and pain had made him too alert

Seizing the day, he grabbed success and refused to revert

The smile still lives with him and the pain shall haunt him through life

His heart still melts like butter, though his soul has been butchered with a knife

Pain and treachery, he knew, would duly subside

Thus he still smiles, even as his peers behind his back continue to chide! 

Warriors rise from the ashes

He put me down in a furnace, tried to burn me alive

Charred, scarred, I fought the wounds and vowed to survive

The battle was epic, the war was furious

I didn't give up, to get to the end of the tunnel my goal, I was very anxious

Physical pain is torture but mental pain is a curse

I didn't succumb to his hideous ways and these pains I began to nurse

I made peace with my pain and spoke with it at times

Many a time, pain showed me the way forward through such rhymes

Today, pain and me are best friends and he is my all

I continue my strife in life with fewer joys and plenty of fall

He tries very hard still, to bog me down with so much passion

I continue to ignore Him and pain gives me strength in great fashion

I had been burnt, I had been shunned

But warriors rise from ashes, to see me here, He sure is stunned

I have learnt many a lesson in this useless strife

Two most important ones being I am Him and He is life.

Life is beautiful

I drift along with the waves of this unpredictable game called life

Joy propelling me forward, while pain cutting through me like butter and knife

I don’t dwell in houses I just go wherever my heart takes me

No attachments no burdens, all I have done is set myself free

I wish these concrete creatures could feel this amazing moment too

Accumulating my share of green paper but to my instincts always staying true

Open your eyes greedy mammal, God has made beauty all around

Ruing over terms like fate and destiny while all along you were safe and sound.

Look at that caterpillar toughing it out, sacrificing itself in a cocoon

It knows to be beautiful one day, it has to endure pain and it will all end soon.

Look at that cocoon blossom into a butterfly flaunting its beauty while sucking nectar

Pollinating sunflower seeds, spreading life unselfishly all through its difficult vector

Look at that shameless lion laze around and let his wife do all the hunting

Yet that lion’s proud of its cub and the female counterpart isn’t grumbling or grunting

Every animal on this planet is unselfishly doing its part not for a moment being sad

We humans portray ourselves all along as superior and those other divine creatures as bad.

A giraffe doesn’t care he’s too tall neither does a frog care he’s too loud

We invented the mirror, thus giving way to an ugly term called vanity and ego we carry so proud

Look around scientific being; you’re the one ruining your God’s gift called life

Every creature does the same thing daily and is happy yet our journey is always such a strife

Expect less, give more, drain less, and gain more

You’ll suddenly feel happy and no longer will your insides feel sore

I experienced bliss looking at a dog lick its puppy clean

That very moment I witnessed despair looking at a kid throw a stone at it so mean

Why do we complicate things, after all life is just once right?

Death is once too, we are born once too, but the middle span can be made lot more bright.

Nature is God’s gift to everyone and not only mankind

Cherish it, nurture it, don’t destroy it and above all in it bliss you’ll find.

Our world is such that materials are joy but they are not the ultimate paradise

In order to experience eternal peace and inner joy above these petty issues we all must rise

He has made us all imperfect and in our imperfections He struck perfect balance

We destroyed this balance by making our life perfect, thus inventing a word called grievance

Don’t think, be foolish for some while, that is the perfect formula for being happy every season

Looking at a petal makes you happy? Cherish it instead of being inquisitive and thinking of the reason.

Life is beautiful; I found small joys in enjoying His gift of nature to me

 Don’t underestimate His creations, soak in its joys and you too from your chains shall be set free!

Quest for peace

 

I have been bitten by grief, stung in the heart

I sit  down for a moment's peace, but horns keep blasting from these metallic carts

Hollow hearted mammals, searching for glory

In their pursuit of wealth turning into brutes so gory

I try to slow down the pace of this city

But it never sleeps and no one is there to share my pity

Tears roll down my cheeks as think of my sorrow

People pass by as my tear just means one more droplet in a road so narrow

I want to be consoled, want to be felt wanted

This city is a so called metro which takes emotions for granted

This city never sleeps but people here are burdened 

With a chest of emotions, when I think, I feel so saddened

I shall now console myself and get back to work

Billing for alien clients, I can't allow myself to lurk

Incredible India isn't all that incredible if you look through my eyes

Sorrow is deeply embedded at heart and nobody consoles me with words so nice.

Life has become a game of economy

Emotions are just a routine monotony

I shall cherish these moments where I can feel like a human menace

Continuing my quest for peace and searching for solace 

Success

Different spheres of life poking fun at your growth

Moods of sorrow mixed with faces filled with mirth

Couldn't have asked for more from the one above us all

Materials of joy wrapped around me like a pall

Is this what one has to pay to conquer the rest

So many burdens locked within like a treasure chest

Smiling hands meeting mine but ruthless faces hiding beneath

Guiltless souls on the surface burying their gory days underneath

Burdened with friendly strangers all around me

Is this what I bargained for in my winning spree?

Searching for solace in a different world now

Is this what I aspired for all my life, I ask myself? Wow!

I would pay to go incognito today

Sun is shining and my manager urges me to make hay

I enjoy every bit of this kingdom of mine

Yet every dawn asks in the form of a chirping bird "Are you fine"

This is my art, this is my true calling

HE chose me to give the world my magic, yet I end up stumbling and falling

As I decide to give up everything I helped build in one wild moment

I think what can I be other than this?  Again, I lament!

Chain of life by HIM is a strange one. It's a circle, believe me

I love my position by have rants, this is painful glee!

I guess that is a curse upon mankind. We destroyed HIS natural chain.

So he gives us what we want only to end up longing and in pain!

Moonlight

 

Moonlight surrounds the earth and shines with glee

In a fleeting glance of darkness, it sets us free

We all cannot stand darkness for it brings out many insecurities

Bright silver shining down from this ball helps us continue our activities

Moon light borrowed from the sun yet stands out on its own

We too must derive this beautiful quality and in us this, we should hone

Original talents are beautiful gifts to many from the almighty

But at times borrowing talents is not a crime when the motive is to help people aplenty!