When I look at the sea,
The waves, the sand, the palm tree
I don’t feel the calm inside
All I see is the nearing end
I know to it .. there is a shore,
Because I am a kid no more ..
I see the ground under my feet,
There’s no feel to it but heat.
It doesn’t feel like running around,
And [...]
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Posted in Nostalgia, Poetry on March 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Random Rhymes
Posted in Poetry on January 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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She asked me ..
are people born as a poet .. and I said ..
A poet I was not born, But a poet I’ll be dead
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Lets stay clear of paths untrodden
for say I may,
what wasn’t meant to be ..
let the names be the names ..
I am happy with he and she ..
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To by-heart means,
you ll know [...]
It goes something like this ..
Posted in Love, Me, Poetry on November 23, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I do not remember if I heard the first line somewhere .. But one fine morning, it was on my lips and hasn’t been off since then.
I made up the stanzas and with music, it sounds pretty good in my head. It goes something like this ..
“दिल पीछा करता है दिल का
इश्क़ की गली मैं [...]
Return of the Dark Ages
Posted in Life, Poetry on April 24, 2008 | 2 Comments »
These are dark times for word-smithy and letter-play
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as once again the sword becomes mightier than the pen
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Now thoughts and pots and what-nots are just wet clay
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Sitting besides a dead soul outside the fearful den
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Not what strikes nor what slays, but what stays
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And buries the spirit of could-have-been men
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Is a fostering story – a brewing thought [...]
A rainy day
Posted in Me, Poetry on March 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Oh, how beautiful is the rain…
Leaps the heart, beyond the sane…
Unfeeling and numb, I may be…
Of the world and its pain…
And the threads of life I hold…
Uncaring, cold, inhuman and vain…
Yet, this life has lots to offer…
Before it drizzles down the drain…
I do not know what drives me forth…
Is it the spirit in me…?
Or [...]
Bulla ki jana ..
Posted in Poetry on March 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze
Bulleh! to me, I am not [...]
The ground beneath her feet
Posted in Books, Poetry on March 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
And it read,
All my life, I worshiped her.
Her golden voice, her beauty’s beat.
How she made me feel, how she made me real,
And the ground beneath her feet.
And now I can’t be sure of anything,
black is white, and cold is heat.
For what I worshiped stole my love away,
it was the ground beneath her feet.
She was my [...]
Cross-Roads
Posted in Irony, Poetry on February 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
It dripped down the car-window, slowly.The drop of water, unholy.
It was reminiscent of a day passed, of roads and ways she crossed.
There was pain, a sob, a sigh. And yet, no voice out loud, no cry.
The baby at her breast was starved, but a cover to nakedness it carved.
All she wanted was it to survive, [...]
Fear
Posted in Fear, Poetry on January 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Its not death that I fear
But the noise of conscience I hear
Of a life pained
Of memories slained
Of hands blood- stained
The choices I made
The ways I took
Of trembling grounds and houses that shook
The web of lies that grew around
A mind alone, a soul bound
Through my heart grows a spear
Its not death that I fear
Its the days [...]
