Memories-llusions caged behind the bars of realm.....

 Enough of screaming silence

Enough of hushing down that inner voice

Scissors to snip or a needle to mend

Its time to make the righteous choice

Who will raise the toast for this amazing end?

Who will arrange for the enamoring celebrations?

Are you counting on feeble shoulders, how much can they fend?

Why are you extracting from rubbles, the power to mend

Who could have ever saved chaste dreams from evasions?

Who could seize, and efficaciously fisted the slipping sand?

A snap of finger, and mercilessly you are dragged out of dreamland

Tried have you? hiding in the attic, those fond memories?

Lived have you? all your heart conceived stories?

The thoughts the wishes, the frozen smile of a sealed moment?

The hopes, the desires, the grudges, the laments?

Have you replayed them all ,over and again?

If yes then give up, stop scrunching your soul

  Fluttering wet lashes will nab your being

Eyes closed, you will sink in past, drop by drop

you will keep on dispersing dust to dust;

This pleasing yet brutal process just wont stop

Sticking to the past or ignoring the future

Either ways, its deem to hammer life’s marathon

So stop gathering the scrapes of memories

Shun these deceptive crutches; cross the hurdles, move on

Instead of crying at demise, cherish what you had, rejoice

Its time to stop, inspect and make the righteous choice

Any thing stagnant is destined to decay

Why contain, consume, and lock it inside forever?

Why rely on pillars of illusion and compulsively stagger?

Lets not mar its beauty by sticking to deceitfully conceived notions

Succumbing to the situations, are we strong are we weak?

Surrendering, down on knees, does that make us meek?

Perspectives! Its all about perspectives

Sometimes we tread a long road for our contentment

And sometimes we give up the journey;

 So that someone else reach the destination

Who is a martyr, who is committing suicide of desires?

Who holds the flag, and bring victory home?

Not you, not me, its just selfless acts of innocent hearts

Strange are it ways, strange are its strategies

Sheltering the ones it care, in the deepest creases and folds

And making us, the holder of the hearts; mere refugees

What now? Where to? Heading for?? My soul ask

I stand clueless, with a tattered cloak of pretence

Cant feign anything now, I shy away with a torn apart mask

Memories! illusionary angels they are

Enchanting you, enticing you from behind the bar

They themselves are captivated in the cage of realities

How will they help you ease and drift afar?

Beautiful

The scarlet petals of rose on their own, looked nonchalant

An unobtrusive entity amidst infinite spread of colors

But when they were arranged in an ikebana with precision

They found it admirable; they found it a stellar

That’s how we perceive beauty, all fake, all done up

The opalescent pebbles floating in an ocean were disparaging

An inconspicuous presence among colorful fishes and weeds

But when they were bedecked in a beautiful mosaic

They called it enamoring; they defined it mesmerizing indeed

That’s how we appreciate beauty, all fake, all done up

A century old cloth seemed yards and yards of outlandish waste

With insane, stubborn threads lurking, it looked grotesque

But when it transformed in to a floating gown, all bejeweled

They found it awe-inspiring, a creation so picturesque

That’s how we perceive beauty, all fake, all dolled up

True beauty! Why such a transparent thing goes so opaque

Try and peep in, its encased in the heart, besieged in fervor

Why smitten by beauty that’s short-lived, spilling through the time

How can one envisage true beauty being oblivion to skin deep splendor

One is beautiful if the eyes open gateways to the soul

Not because of deep set eyes, not because of a perfect mole

One is beautiful for the care and the passion they bestow

Complimenting Outer vanity is obnoxious, repugnant as a whole

Rare are the people whose compliment really do seep in

Coz I know they see me as a person deep in my skin, not as a doll

Complaints are persistent as to why I don’t appreciate admirations

Why should I say thanks, when its phony, its meaningless,it didn't touch me

But I give credence to adulations when I smile silently and say nothing at all……

FROM A DISTANCE......

  

The smile as a sapphire shining so pure

The smile spreading a chimerical enigma

The smile inducing that euphoric high

The smile enveloping me like a charisma

A need to elude, a need to delude,

A need to include, a need to exclude

So I step back, stare and feel from distance

I try and consume, clinging to my perseverance

The anguish as piercing as a sharp spear

The anguish blazing with magical persistence

The anguish of a keen query ignored

The anguish of a curious child’s insistence

A need to bear the brunt, a need to quench the sting

A need to stay oblivion, a need to ease the suffering

So I step back, stare and accept from distance

I try and consume, clinging to my perseverance

A tear, engulfing the entire meaning of evanescent

A tear, pertinent to feelings, illustrating the vexation

A tear, like a crystal drop, a gem to be treasured

A tear, evading my worth, shoving me to dissipation

A need to steal that tear, a need to stand disdain

A need to rob those pearls, a need to ignore pain

I heed, so I step back, stare and reach out from distance

I try and consume, clinging to my perseverance

A question, often asked, often ignored

A question, scarring hearts forever more

A question like an opportunity I never try

A question I brush off and let it go by

A question like a fragile element of time

A question so brutal yet so sublime

A need to answer me, myself, a need to fend

A need to act ignorant and bury head in sand

I confused, stay back, and hold them all with reverence

I stagger, I fumble, but I try and stick to my perseverance

Confused Split Crescents

“You can’t be”; my dreams laugh

Reflections of me transmuting in dwarf

Shattered chips yet an enchanting mural

Who am i? Pieces or an assembled craft

 I am, half and half, just half and half

Swaying in the delirium, 

To and fro, here to there

On for a ride against the rules of equilibrium

Here I go high with selfish desires

There I sink with concern and despair

I roll with unfinished gain, and finished loss

On a frenetic ride seized by nonexistent gaff

Half up, half down, half and half, just half and half

An aura of moon, amused by its incompleteness

Rising every night to glory

Celebrations of confused crescents,

Dancing shadows of varying moonlight

Amused by their chimerical presence

Saddened by their fading sight

Still shining in glory, to wax or to wane

Night of perfect loss, night of perfect gain

A complete beauty or an undone craft

Half and half, just half to half

A burning candle, appalled by its destiny

Flame of existence verses dispersing essence

Two adversaries, who will never pick a fight

Burning to a selfless display

Yet struggling against the dispersing sight

Lacking a solution to this endless plight

Heed to greedy self-obsessions?

Or selfless swelter leading to dispersion

A comical situation to cry

Or a whimper to laugh

Dismissal of justifications is astounding

Success articulately crafted

And in love with failure’s abounding

Rising with all the lows, amazing graph

Strange completeness, synonym to half

A half and a half, a half and a half…..

Lend me your dreams

They ask me to hold on to my dreams
They ask me to never let go
They ask me to seize and capture the delusions
And bask in the serenity they bestow
They ask me to dream, dream like never before
Dreams that my waking hours will never get to know

Dream like a fountain cascading in frenzy

Dream like sunbeams soothes the frozen fact

Dream of pleasure threads, weaving satiety
Dreams that keep the requisitions intact

But my nights are sealed with entelechy

So can you please dream for me?

Dreams of a beautiful rainbow spread

Where the colors are there to stay

Dreams of splashing, singing waves

Where sand castles are not washed away

My nights are in bond with reality

So can you please dream for me?

Dreams of dawn meeting the dusk

Dreams of fire playing with ice in affection

Dreams of unrealistic amalgamations

Where negative meets positive to perfection

My nights are bereft of such insanity

So can you please dream for me?

Sleep in bliss till sun smiles on you

Dream beneath the sheath of serene desires

Dream to treasure, dream to savor

Dream the fable you want to live

Dream the smiles to be shared forever

My night seems to be oblivion to fantasy

So can you please dream for me?

For a night give me your dreams for rent

For a night see all the dreams through my eyes

Sitting under the skies of beautiful illusions

Let your enigmatic dreams take me by surprise

My nights are blind, they just cant see

So, just for once, will you dream for me?

Resort to words

My write-ups, my scribbling

They reflect my heart, my feelings

My pen is guided by my soul

It’s my humbling resort to healing

Readers may appreciate, what I write

But you would know, what I meant

They might criticize my creations

But you would know the tears I spent

No metaphor will work my way

No figure of speech would disguise

My thoughts are all bare to you

No effort to conceal would suffice

I write for entertainment, for fun

You can enjoy; you should unwind

But you keep digging hidden facts

Why you constantly weigh and feel my mind

The sketch of my feelings encase a lot

Beautiful words, mesmerizing sentences

Why don’t you settle for outer vanity?

Why you go deep and tear my fences?

I write and give voice to my mute soul

I write so that I say all, and you hear none

I sketch feelings meant to stay hidden

Yet you see through them, no, not done

I mince words,; play with lines

But to you they come so clear and obvious

How can you decipher them so easily?

Why defying your acquisition is so tedious?

No! Please take my creation just for its beauty

Don’t unravel my soul; don’t be so keen

Why is that when you go through them?

My deceptions so easily felt, sensed and seen

Strange addiction

I feel like paralyzed, cant move , cant breath

Enveloping a weight against my chest

Some people can not seem to leave in peace

Ask me.. I am at my best

I seek pleasure in the pain

And it satisfies me

I see agony in this pain

And it mystifies me

Some wear their wounds with dignity

Some treasure them like a jewel

Some shun them as if they never existed

And some disguise so well; you just cant tell

They make love to their pain in seclusions

They cherish their wounds like precious gem

They wont give up their addiction

It is best to just leave them

I too, seek pleasure in the pain

And it enchants me

And there is a agony in this pain

And how it haunts me

I feel lost in this pain

I just cant find my way

Unknown, unaware in this unknown arena

Where the fog is always grey

Blinded by the mist, few words unfold

Pain spoken through my poems, still so much untold

I am in a steady relationship with my pen and pain

I keep on reaching out, and its there to hold

The reliance on this pain

It overwhelms me

The addiction of this pain

It alarms me

I have already jumped ahead

I cant dare to look backward

I am standing on a cliff

I cant move forward

Instead of sitting and pretending

Must I accept its here to stay

Wounds outside, or scars concealed

Hurt it will, either ways

I am chanting my whimpers

Softly embracing theses draggers

I am falling, dispersing dust by dust

Consumed by this drug, I swagger

The pleasure of this pain

It touch and it sooths me

The arrogance of this pain

It strike and it shatters me

Engrossed in this pain

I make no effort to capsize me

Strange ! this pain pulsate in my being

And yet how it desensitize me

I am addicted to this pleasure

Give me all yours, i plead i borrow

I found my sanity once i am high in agony

Come grace me with your woes

And let me dance in ecstasy

Coz your pain is my addiction, my sorrow