True Poetry

True poetry is difficult to write

baring the truth may
offend people,

it may be insulting for them
or sometimes for you.

So we always choose the story
which is harmless,

As Budhha said "Choose the middle path",

but the strength does not come
in the middle,

it lies at extremes,

when you search for those
roads which are less travelled,

walking on them may hurt
your feet and many thorns
will pierce you.

but my friend
the poetry without the blood
is not worth reading. 

Pause

All that is there
is not going to remain forever,

why not take some time
and look at them
till they are here,

the dreams may wait,
but not the present,

It will pass sooner than ever.

These faces will not be as happy
as they are today,

they seek your attention
and when you will really get
the time ,
they might turn pale,

the future may wait
but not the present,

It is better sooner than later.

Silence

Sometimes I prefer not to say anything

I think in doing that I hope
that my silence may reach to them
to whom my words can't.

But do they hear my silence?

Will they understand
that I liked it
when they remembered me

but didn't tell them
how beautiful feeling it was
given the depth of those feelings.

Can the feelings
really travel and connect
to those who evoke them in us?

I believe they do.
they have done that in the past.

so maybe on days
when I am silent
I can still be heard by those who listen.

Bridges

Sometimes I think

why am I
making these bridges?

will they take me

to that side
on reaching where I can relax.

will it really happen?

or these bridges will never
get complete

I feel like
I will be standing forever
on the corner of
one of these bridges

and someday
will fly to that world
from where nobody comes back. 

Birds

Birds don't make a sound
outside the house these days,

somebody has cut the tree
which was on the corner of the park.

they come everyday
to look for their nest
and return without finding them.

Do people really think about others?

People are just busy
fighting the battles of their life.

but what kind of life is this
where the right of life for others
has got no place.

Reason

If everything had a reason

we would have been
perfectly rational by now.

So, don't ask
for the reasons,

just look within
everything is a synthesis.

Just as Hegel said,
"there is a thesis and its antithesis".

so if you ask me
why I love you?

Maybe , It is because of absence of
reason why not to love you.

Q & A

I know the answers of my questions,
but i don't like them.

they are like an illusion 

and I don't want them
to become a reality.

so I keep asking questions
in the hope that

answers may change themselves.

Perfection

Anything less than perfect
does
not satisfy some people,

what it will take to
make you happy?

everything is imperfect,

even the idea of perfection
has not been
defined perfectly.

So what , if the moon is not full tonight,
you can still see
and admire its brightness,

maybe for today
it has to be half moon.

don't wait for the full moon
to be happy,

be happy on the days when
it is not in the sky.

Writing

And what you do is

to keep writing
till the sourness of the heart changes
into sweetness of words.

or better if you bleed your
heart out on paper.

When the paper soaks
your blood ,

it becomes soft and all
the hardness vanishes.

That is what you want to do

so that your sufferings
take away the pain of others.

Melting Pot

Everyday the same search starts
all over again,

right from morning till midnight,

just to find the self
or even a reflection.

We are so complicated
inside that just to unwrap
ourselves takes so much time.

Our shell is so unbreakable
and we live inside like
a snail.

We can never find ourselves
in all the miseries and sufferings,

we just have to find ourselves
in LOVE.

It is the only pot
which can hold us inside.

Thought

And why do you have
to think this much,

it is not the time
for you.

There will be plenty of it
when you will grow old.

and I laugh.

not because i think
i will never grow old.

but because i think

what's wrong if i do things
which should have been done later.
 
why do i have to do the things
they want me to do in their way.


 

Your world

You followed your
heart for some time

and now you realized
you don;t have one.


Your are incapable
of feeling anything,

pain , happiness
sorrows, fun
everything looks
so similar,

just like a poster
you are watching from outside.

You have outgrown
 yourself,

now you are no more the person
you were.

You have become a shadow
of the void,
meaning of the incomprehensible.

The dawn you waited for
is not the dawn
you thought it would be.

It is too bright that you can't
open your eyes and see the world
through your eyes.

You have changed
the world around.

You have changed yourself.

,,,,

There will be some more days
like this,

and I will run far from you.

You will not see me.

I have forgot not you
but myself,

The essence of life
is something,

I wanted not to seek.

I wanted to discover the path
where i will be lost forever.

And now here I am at a place
far from my existence,

Not even my eyes
recognize me anymore.

Paranoia

There is a strange paranoia
I am feeling towrds myself,

as if the world around me
will shatter,

and I want it to shatter very badly.

Everyday is a burden
on the heart,

too heavy to keep
or
to throw away,

The last thing I remember
is a shadow in my dream,

A shadow which is coming
towards me to slit my throat,

and there is blood all over me.

It is not red , it is black
the colour of dark.

The colour of fear.

.......

And on the way you meet someone,

someone you can not ignore,

like a breeze on a beautiful morning;
which makes your heart moist.

Offer

Today is one of those

Lonely days when I miss life

My life

I live a life which has been

Offered to me

Not the one I want to live

I strive hard to get my life back

But it has its own costs associated with it.

Very similar to a barter system,

A system of give and take.

I want to give all I have but there

Are very few takers.

How can you offer

when there is no one to accept?

Truth..!

I have no good things
to say to you,

No lullabies to sing,

I am the voice of the oppressed,
Song of the people never heard of,

I can not say that the morning
is good even if it isn't,

I can't say that the world will get better
when I know that

It is not possible until
you realize that you can make a difference
but you will not.

I will always say what you don't
want to hear,

The brutality of the military,
the selfishness of the rulers,

The normlessness in the society,
............

New Year

What's new in the new year
is the feeling that
something is over

and things
can start once again
for the coming 365 days
with dates almost similar
but not the moments attached.

Few of the days
will add plus one in it ,
whether it is your birthday, anniversary etc.

but the days which have been attached
with pain and disaster and trauma
also come again,

there should be a mechanism
to remove those too and not only the
suffix of the year that should differentiate it.