The Song Bird

We are like two birds in a cage.

Feathered, colored,
of lives trapped in an iron gate.
But thoughts that could fly,
and dreams that were untamed.

No fear of claws of the raven,
but of the angel in disguise.

But if I fly,
I would take take you with me.

But would you do the same?
Or you would just disappear?

Because you are a free bird.

Hope I'm not just a companion of the cage,
because I'm waiting for that flight.
Spread my wings again,
and sing the sweet song of freedom,
not the melancholic separation.

Will you stay if I ask you to?

The FireFly

Reading the poem written for you,
and that touched your soul,
makes you feel like a firefly
Spreading sparkle everywhere,
with a desire to unleash light
in the dark ashen night.

And warmth in the heart,
that this light twinkles
like the star-lit night,
endures warmth and strength
in my heart.

Confessions

If I couldn’t be what I want to be,
for all the wasted years of my life.

In the tryst to find compassion,
lost my pride,
lost my soul.

Can't call myself stronger,
because I followed the wrong path.

ventured into the dungeons,
where a firm step is non-existent.
The marshy surface submerges
and relieves my restraint self.

My mind is that of a man,
the strive to do everything.
Losing my mind,
enclosed in a shell now.

Unbreakable.
Effervescent once it was.
pain and despair were
non-existent.

I lived for myself,
careless to the world outside.

But look at what I have become?
I lie.
I cry.
I share with everyone but myself.
I live in the guilt of my past.
And in the anticipation for what future holds.

Of all the sins,
from the past and the present.

Of the loathe from all the broken hearts
and betrayals.

I vouched
never to attract pathos,
ready to make myself a sinner,
in the eyes of the beholder

I severed my soul again,
and then lost it again.

Strolling aimlessly
midst the lonesome streets
of my own creation.

All attempts to refurbish
the image that I once had,
futile.

I have become
what I never imagined myself to be.

I am a void.
A principled person to
an ignominy.

Thought my dreams could fly without wings.
Could flow like blood without veins.

The eyes those were wild with fire,
look doused.

Ashes of despair
leaving me distraught.

If I could end this life
with less pain,
I couldn’t be more blessed
But if I die,
I would donate my eyes
and my heart.

Because the picture of my loved ones
live in them.
The purest of the heart that still loves
needs a toughest of the mind.

A mind that could be practical,
and not waste its time
in thoughts reminiscent of the past.

A mind that wasted more beats than the heart
thinking and beholding the future
which lay ahead.

Deep in the Ganges

Had inhibitions about sanctity.

Religion belonged to the unknown.

The Ganga flows oblivious to its surrounding.
The enraged Ganga
The placid Ganga
Garnering the good ,the bad,
the Morbid,the infant,
the crowd,
the corrupt,
the poor,
the rich.

A mass of people surround Ganga.

I could have drowned in my thoughts that day,
when I slipped and then stabled my feet
on its pavement.

I curled my hands,
filled them with water
of ashes and the dust
of deep filled purity from the past.

Hopes for the future,
of droplets from wetted eyes,
from happiness and despair.

I soaked my feet.
Muddy layers made patterns.

Idly thinking about nothing and everything
Sharing my intellections,
opening my pores,
Releasing pain,anger, frustration.

I felt defenseless,
a mortal.

Prevalence

Decipher my thoughts
which penetrate the mind.

Coagulate the even flow,
curb the feeling.

Strange times make you strong,
but I don't want to struggle
till I survive.


I am the doer,
the benefactor.

I don't need a reason,
I don't worry about the end,
I don't believe in destiny.

I'm the seeker
of zen,yen,
of pleasures immaterial.

Wish I could be a disembodiment,
constitute free spirit,
full of zest.

Wish I could be fragile,
to blow with the wind
and the breeze.

Wish I could be the cloud that cushions the moon,
and the night with stars in my eyes,
so close to me,
so divine.

To live like the queen bee,
with sweetness around me.

All the flowers that smile
and all the fragrance that surrounds me.

Rider of the Norm

"
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah" (A verse from Rider on the storm by The Doors)



Don't run
Don't hide
let it rain,
get wet,
it's been a while.

Save thy man.

There's no room for more,
Don't get late.
Don't lose this chance.
Don't get fooled again.

Save thy man
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

let this not be your last chance,
for love to take its course.
Save the last dance.


Save thy man
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.


Don't be numbed.
Don't be sedated.
Hey, wild child,

Save thy man
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

Don't believe in the norm,
of waiting,wishing
and yearning.

Save thy man,
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

Embrace me.
Show me your love.
I can be your need,
I'm not jaded.
I can be the angel of your desire.

Save me now,
and I'll gamble till the end

till love meets its fate
till love meets its fate