why this divide?

I cry for being so alone

I cry for being so alone

Where has brotherly love gone? ...

Pervasive in the cold morning air

The scent of this world’s despair

Exhilaration of the persistent divide

Where does in my land unity abide?

I cry for being so alone

Where has brotherly love gone? ...

Shouting with bleeding lungs

Spreading the message of hate

Drowning the last wave of sanity

This tsunami, will it ever abate?

I cry for being so alone

Where has brotherly love gone? ...

A young soul with a wide eye

Listens to his father’s desperate cries

Humanity sheltered in the arms

In being inhuman, courage today lies.

I cry for being so alone

I cry for being so alone

Where has after all brotherly love gone? ...

To which group shall I belong?

I have been orphaned all along.

Among these, whose brother shall I be?

Only strangers in my brotherhood I see.

I cry for being so alone

I cry for being so alone

Where has after all brotherly love gone? ...

I stand again

I stand again
I stand again
Being at the bottom of the well
In my heart a rebel does swell
Finally I like my pain
I stand again
I stand again.
Head beating hard
Soul feels like lard
Desperate to walk
Dreams nearby stalk
They struggle to pull me up
Kingdoms of heaven I usurp
Finally I love what I gain
I stand again
I stand again.
Voices stumble in my ears
Feeling as if dead for years
In eyes oscillates vision
Of a falling worldly prison
Prayers float on my lips
Despondency somewhere slips
Finally I clear this stain
I stand again
I stand again.

longing

On long-nights
All alone by the door
I sit still
Pondering on the floor…

Some thoughts
Slowly creep into my eyes
Uneasy feelings
Worried about how time dies….

Days pass-by
Paying no attention to me
In such moments
You, only you, I long to see…

Tears arise
In my eyes, raise their head again
Heart beats
Left with no strength to bear pain…

Gloom surrounds
Loneliness is the only company I keep
Dreams perish
As I lie down for my deprived sleep…

Breaths muffle
Whispering the ecstasy they have
In their rhythm
Your memories do they save.

Without you
Each minute is a silent strife
I realize now
Your worth in my deprecated life.

thoughts

Sitting alone in this room
I wonder as to what to think
The little talk of yesterday
Lingers with an ignominious stink.

We expect a life together
In spite of all our troubles
Vision of a castle of dreams,
Why is it that lies in rubbles?
Is it normal to face these
All these, in love we have,
In each promise of love my love,
To you, travails only did I gave?
Am I that unfortunate one,
Who is an attaint to love,
I wish to answer these,
No help from up above.

All this buzz of being in love,
Of life just an extended embrace,
Is it that it was just a talk?
When what lies ahead is disgrace.
In your eyes today I see,
A storm of tormenting doubts,
What bothers you now?
Is it just my eccentric bouts?
The cold air of last night
Still makes my breath feel tight
The silence of the dark sky
Wonders why I still appear so bright?

Sitting alone in this room
I wonder as to what to think
The little talk of yesterday
Lingers with an ignominious stink.

a weak love

Should I say that thing to you?
Something I had hid from you.
Deep in my heart it laid buried,
It is the thing that kept me worried.
It is the thing that bothers me now,
I don’t know when to say, and say how?
………
Should I pour my heart to you?
Should I share my soul with you?
An uncertain future bites into me,
Each moment, only you, I long to see.
I want to hold, the fragile you,
That sweet early morning dew.
………
Should I appear weak to you?
Should I kneel in front of you?
Each heart beats with this belief
You only are my salvation, my relief.
I have longed long to say only this
In your eyes only, lies my bliss.

Me and the farmer

Vision drowned in the moist eyes,
Existence subdued in half baked lies,
In my revelry today innocence cries,
When a famished farmer silently dies.

Scent of faint success in the air,
Asphyxiates the stench of despair,
As feeble souls now just stare,
In heavens see, a life beyond repair.

Silence shrouds the pitiful smiles,
A scene stretched for faraway miles,
Locked somewhere in meaningless files,
Lies Hope, suffocated, behind all those piles.

In muffled voices out of parched lips,
Each breath’s vigor in small steps slips,
As Life in its ultimate repose sleeps,
I stand dazed, as no brotherly eye weeps?

I start afresh with my moist eyes,
Armed with a bunch of half baked lies,
Who cares what my innocence cries,
I begin to rob, a famished farmer, as he dies.

The gentle touch of early morning rays
To my heart its subtlety, something says.
Is it human to be so immeasurably weak?
Is it the nature of the mind to be so meek?
In each brave soul that I meet around
Vulnerability somewhere does abound.
Behind the fierce eyes of these warriors
Lay a frail heart subverted by barriers.
This gawky ostentatious show of strength
This hallelujah prolonged to a great length,
In them does lay their hollow victories
Each herd made all of just sentries,
Guarding the façade of their own accord
Illusionary camaraderie with no discord.

Is it human to be so immeasurably weak?
Is it the nature of the mind to be so meek?

the ailments that affix my life

Bright nights
Blinding lights,
Glaring shadows
Meaty hollows,
Leathery air
Singeing hair,
I wish not to get prolix
So what if life seems in a fix.

Falling stars
Healing scars,
Mighty goals
Weakened souls,
Raising hopes
Lecherous popes,
I wish not to get prolix
So what if life seems in a fix.

Cherubic sneer
Gloomy veneer,
Flailing handshakes
Recurring mistakes,
Servile heavens
Immortal mavens,
I wish not to get prolix
So what if life seems in a fix.

the plight

The slow hum of silence around
On this warm summer night
Staleness in nature’s breath
Does only exaggerate my plight.

The million stars in the sky
It somehow does not feel right
Gargantuan dark blanket around
Sprinkled with just specks of light.

Shadows fading away gradually
With dilated eyes I have no sight
An anxious gloom looms in the air
Giving my chest, a feeling so tight.

The world has only this to teach,
In Success’s past, lies only Might,
Prudence bowing down to hate
Rendition is a smile’s only blight.

In the eyes of the little child
I now just find an urge to fight
In the storm of death he finds today
Innocence on an ignominious flight.