Saturday, July 19, 2014

Be Like Water

You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.
 Bruce Lee

When water gushes 
nothing halts it, not even walls 
passes through pores
rises upside, changes form
never it stops
wish to flow like water
and never do any harm 
short life is
Why bother ?
Why stop at all

Monday, May 26, 2014

World Is Too Full To Talk About, Is It ?

Never miss a good chance to shut up. Too much babbling can mess with our gray matter. On the other hand silence is a silent killer, a sweet poison. Leave a thing unsaid and there’s a hole in someone’s heart which will last for eternity. It’s the silence against sheer injustice that makes it more painful than it already is. Profuseness of words around us helps us to forget things that are once said but, when there’s lack of it. Who knows?
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
 John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

I sat here
You sat there
None of us moved
But distance furthered

I asked nothing
You said nothing
We talked for hours
But minds were locked

I waited for you to tell
You waited for me to ask
None of us said the word
Like that generations passed

I’m guilty of not asking
Your guilt was not to tell
Ohh, it eats us all the same
Wondering who’s to blame

I had a way with words
You were a talker too
But we chose quite
Over being vocalized

Words are powerful people often say
We live and survive every single day
Sometimes we shower words
When silence could have sufficed
Sometimes all we need is words
But we think our silence is justified. 

Friday, May 16, 2014

Born In To These Carefully Mad Wars

There's a war within, a mad war, a bad one. Road on which he's travelling is full of conflicts. He's got so many battle scars. His mind is full of bittersweet memories of the time that’s gone. He sings and dances, he cries and writhes in pain. He makes mistakes, commits blunders. He sprints in marathon and drops down soon only to get up and think hard.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.” 
 T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Some wildest of all dreams he's had
on a hilltop when it pours he'll parade
walking barefoot alone in midnight and gaze
to where he's running, to what he's gunning ?
which seed is inside that's growing ?
can he figure out the tale ?
in the end, when lights go out
will he have a story to tell ?

Sun's a thief
moon's a killer
he's ever engaged
with freedom's cage
under sunshine
he's in battle
in moonlight
he wages a war
with the world
he was born in
roads he roamed in
people he loves 
souls he adores

life was suppose to be easy
it's what he saw in movies
stories he's read were crazy
songs he liked rock-metal-heavy
and now everything's in real-time
failure sometime feels like crime
now he's running in his primes
tagging with good ones and rhymes

there's no point
fearing and dreading
he's going out to kill
all fuss and confusing
draining the sun's shine out
dissolving silvery of moon
and climbing that hilltop
dreaming of that roof top
marching in rain to parade
gazing in mid of night
shedding all charade
one day he will sit
down to tell the tale.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Who Knows

She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.

I can wait but for few hours
what happens after that
who knows
gave you a chance but
things you decline
a long list, long line
what happens after that
who knows

You could be happy
a handsome fortune
I wouldn't know
by chance I may remember
game that we played
of pliant rules, no amends
what could have happened
who knows

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

I May Also Fly

He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.
Lauren Oliver, Delirium

Birds fly high, up away in the sky
Bird within flaps wings in reply
I gaze and gaze deep in the sky
To catch sight, match its height
Where is the line that needs crossing?
Where is that flag I need move past?
Birds, still flying and forever will
Here on ground I’m waiting still
Often they come down for me to sway
I keep fledging my wings to fly away.

Beasts who roar, deep in the forest
A roar rises and buries in my chest
I see mortals living the lives I want
Things I fancied, or I’d have planned
Where is the map that I once had in my hand?
Where is that road that was laid here before?
Beasts, they can never die and never will
That roar within is kicking and alive still
One day these roars will echo all the way
I’ll pave those roads and briskly run away.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. 


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