An Hourglass

Drain'd of all energy,
Void of all colour I'd see,
Small grains of time,
Fall from my share of the sky.

A knot that holds the key,
To relieve my of all my felony,
Its the pass across the myth of a dime,
To life and its rules, goodbye.

The base hardens with riches I believed,
The lie mirrored in every deed,
The grain falls hard to understand the sublime,
Falls hard on its face to cry.

Lets breathe into a new life

Portray thy love

With my humble self

For love you, me

Unlike anybody else

My heart strums thy music

Thy heart heareth not

Boxed beyond retrieval

My thoughts, they seem medieval

So falleth apart like rocks

Our love, it falleth down hill

Roll down a slope of death

Into a trap of misery, still.

So while I sulk and moan away

I choose life's better plan,

Like destiny taught the older ones,

I choose to be a man.

Teach me not to fear

A million thoughts cross my mind,
Some, of which I ain't even aware,
Yet the one I dread the most,
Faces me, into my eyes, stares.

While the wind seems to have no effect,
On the tears that fall, under the moonlit shimmer,
The thought becomes surreal as I dream,
The wind echoes to me that you're not here.

So i try hard, to unlearn this thought,
That very same I've always feared,
And i force myself some sleep, trying hard,
Yet it shows in my eyes, like a vision so real.

And as I lay on my bed,
I wish if only you could, right now, appear,
And bring out from inside of you the love you have for me,
Reassure me with a kiss, teach me not to fear...

Losing a Forte

It’s been a while
Since I wrote some verses
For this work and this life
Are pandemonium curses

When I sit by the window
To pen down my thoughts
There’s nothing to write
My thoughts have paused

So I stare out in solitude
At the sky; there’s no sun
Overcast in my boredom,
Like it can never be undone

I turn around and gaze back
At the blank paper, a writer’s crime
The nip of the pen gone dry
My forte lost with time

Redstone Rockets

Rolling into the night
Parked along the road, I wait
While my fellow roams, unaccompanied
Around sewage lines, drains

So comes the lone rider,
All puzzlement resolved,
So ride along six riders,
As the sun rises in the dawn

And like the sun burns the rooted grass,
The hash I've rolled, burns
As smoke engulfs me inside the lid,
I cut through the road, it turns.

As I climb amid the clouds now,
Reach heights, trying to tame my ride,
The beast, the engine, it roars inside,
Torque it spits, sounding ripped.

Yet the comfort of the fellow rider,
The bulls on parade besides me,
Gives me the push, the strength, a thrust,
To keep on going, it's never too far.

And now as I roll, both ride and hash,
The last one ti me, the final rest,
Bid adieu to the partners in crime,
A crime we do, our level best,
Confused I am, to be happy or sad,
Of a ride that ends, that shouldn't have had.

Funds for the scantily clothed

On a bright Delhi morning,
As I walked out on the street,
I spotted these pretty damsels,
Each one of them a queen.

Their hair were straight,
Their legs, silky-smooth,
Eyes, light brown and blue,
Man, what a view.

They wore everything chic,
From the bosom to the hip,
Yet everyone’s eyes around them,
Were astray from the standard scheme.

So like a sage with grace
I decided to strike a cord,
Opening a trust to raise
Funds for these scantily clothed.

I too shall triumph

As the first light shows,
I, guilty of indulgence,
Move to plead mercy,
Be forgiven for all respite,
For once, show me some light.

For efforts, petty, I seek thy
Divine intervention to embrace me,
In time of joy, when I forgot you,
Save me from this dark, I’m contained in.

For I’ve believed in your muscle,
At all times I’ve breathed,
Show me some leniency,
Make me believe,
I’ll get more than my need.

The night before the first light

Stand with me, hold
My hand, as I stand here, deserted
For I’m alone, the fate
Of my tomorrow, on a coin, rests
While my heart, it beats
Out of control, no sync
With the clock, on the wall

Stand with me, behold
The sky turns white, from the dark
Blackness inside of me, it speaks
A million words of, turbulence
Unsure of what it’ll see.

Stand with me, alert
Of all that’s around me, alive
Like the sky that brings, the light
That shall guide me through, the dark
As the night before the first light, shall pass.

Burn

He lit a cigarette again,
That’s burnt his soul before,
Yet he won’t stop, he won’t seek a cure
For what he burns, he wanted to save,
But then he cannot take it to his grave

So burns on the cigarette,
And burns the spirit,
The body bearing the brunt of the mind,
For a strong will would call it a mistake,
An error he should have long undone.

So burns on the cigarette,
To please his soul,
Burning ignorantly, expecting a cure
For science has advanced, and he’s playing his stakes,
For someday he might have it all undone

So burns on the cigarette,
His fellows burn too,
So what if we are buried, at least we’d be in unison,
For alone if I die, I’d stay a wandering soul,
Breathing my last breath, choking to smoke

So burns on the cigarette,
Under every excuse,
Though each one knows well, there will be no cure,
When so much burns why should I be saved?
If I have to burn, why wait for the grave?

A lost dialogue

A short communiqué,
To start a quarrel,
Hard strikes to the face,
Blood, filling barrels

The wounded chap,
No thought, no reason,
He won’t quit,
Just fight, persist

The ugly outcome,
Bruised faces, broken ribs,
Yet no penance, a virtue, too dated,
For if an oblivious, questions why,
Conflicts, you know, happen for no reason.

Love, just one last time...

I’ve walked this road before,
Yet I’m eccentric to this way,
I’ve held a hand earlier too,
But this touch of yours, I can die for it any day

I’ve said these words, these bookish ones,
But this time I want to feel each breath,
I’ve promised those long stories, earlier too,
But this time, its not one, I want to obliterate.

You might not like it,
You may not believe,
Yet what I say is the truth,
Each word of it, trust me
Cuz when I say, I want you forever,
I mean for once, don’t leave me ever.

A puddle of still water...

I’m awed by the power, the ocean holds,
So powerful, yet ghastly, so fantabulous, yet cold
It’s not a revelation, how much it can intimidate,
No man-made structure, to stop the destruction it holds.

Yet when I see, this little puddle of water,
After the rain, in the corner of the avenue,
Sitting idle, separated from its mother,
No direction, no escape, no company, no brother.

We all are destined, and so is this puddle,
The water it holds, shall dry with the weather,
No eye shall cry, no one shall mourn,
It’ll die leaving no trace, a puddle of still water.

Ride On...

It’s a story I thought, I forgot
Till from the omnipotent, a reminder, I got
"You don’t have to question me ever, my dear,
You never should let reside in you, this fear."

It’s an account of the time, I last hit the road
Quite literally; my arm, my knee I broke,
Yet the adrenaline, my doctors confirm, that I have in excess,
Had kept me rolling, till, blood, I had lost enough

Not quite my pain, not even the mud on me, smeared,
It was the scratch, the dent, the blow my ride, for me, had to bear,
That kept my brain busy, thinking hard, for a long while,
Till darkness came, for a moment I lost my sight,

I grasped it’s not a joke, not the stunt on the TV,
The denim I wore was red, the blood loss had made me giddy,
The spot where I fell, had puddles of red,
Yet all I attended, a short rendezvous with death,

It’s a spirit they say, that priceless virtue,
Of a biker at heart, that pulled me through,
And so I persisted, my conviction unyielding,
And on and on, kept rolling, my ride, unfretted, unruffled.

Lonely, idle, no work to do

I sit up straight, eyes facing the screen,
No one around me, not even a mosquito.
Stacks of vouchers, piled around me,
Have I got work? I really don’t know.

The internet won’t work; it’s barred by the domain,
The client won’t work; his excuse, so lame.
So I make myself busy, playing computer games,
Excel sheet macros, no famous names.

Everything’s blocked here, these office domains,
You can’t install messengers, nor play those amazing games,
Boring systems these, their company isn’t as good as it seems
They’ll make you cry, bore you to death, as you stare at your computer screens

Started off with shooting,
And realized laptop mouse aren’t great,
Moved over to monopoly,
Struggling to survive, bankrupt I became,
Drove a car next,
And I soon started yawning,
So I decided to open word,
To scrawl down my misery

Office laptops aren’t great gaming stations, I reaffirmed to myself today,
So began my poetry saga, my client wondering what’s keeping me at my bay
Little did I know, what was to happen next,
As my senior came in, staring at the text,
So as I finish this little scribble,
And return back to my work papers,
Someone behind me wants to strangle me to death,
It’s none other than my senior, standing tall behind my back.

Breathless

I want to walk fast
And talk with urgency
Drive with no fear
I don’t care if people stare

Life is just once
And it sure is too short
I want to try all moves
Before they ask me to abort

I don’t want to sleep a lot
Nor eat till I starve
It’s not a great idea
If it can’t build me a niche, a slot

Don’t call me one of the crowds
I don’t follow anyone’s command
I might take your suggestion
But still I do only what I want

Life might be a lesson
But I’ve learnt alot from yours
I don’t make the same mistakes
I don’t fall right on my face

I can carry my entire burden
I can forge myself all keys
I don’t need no one’s support
If it’s easy, it’s not for me

I don’t panic on treason
I don’t follow a plan or reason
I can beat your calculation
I can betray every prediction

It’s not super human ability
It’s an act, each move so flawless
It’s the hard work and persistence
That makes me feel so breathless

A mockery of the present...

I’m a small constituent,
Of this colossal land,
Yet when I see people walking,
Barefoot on white sand

It’s not their presence that unnerves,
But the absence of the human element,
It’s not the colour that discerns one another, I say,
But the thought that makes the dent

I chose not whether I be white,
Or blonde, or dark, or coloured; like they say,
It’s where I belong to, that shows on me
It’s something I want to be proud of, not guilty!

You come to my soil, and fancy the beauty,
Yet you question my being on your terrain,
I want to befriend you, like my own brother,
Yet, from being normal to me, you refrain!

I chose not my mother, nor my motherland,
Nor my parent’s colour, wealth or status,
Yet I’m proud of my country, my fellow men,
And of all I am, with a renewed impetus.

Bond or Bondage?

I weep and cry, tears
by my bedside,
I’m still alone,
Even in your presence

You meant the world to me,
But that was then,
Today I am not sure,
If this will carry on will

It’s a shackle I’m tied to,
And you won’t let me free,
Where do I stand?
Isn’t it a crossroad for me?

It’s been so long,
That I’ve compromised,
So many times
I’ve heard you abuse me,
But not anymore, I cannot face thee.

Deep inside,
I want to move on,
But on the surface,
I fear being alone,
Is it too late now,
Why can't I go on?

Walkin on uncharted roads...

It’s a lonely, long,
Uphill task, only for the brave,
But who is someone else to decide,
Or opine on which route to take.

Experience, a lame excuse,
Has hampered many success stories hitherto
Knowledge, the timeless weapon all would want,
Has held back the bold from walking strong
Are these really the key to success, I ask thee?
If so many others could make it, why not me?

An illiterate mind, undeterred by the winds of the world
Holds the key to intuitive decision-making,
No business models, no flowcharts on paper,
No pivots or excel sheets or conferences
Not even laptops or designer cabins

He has the spark in him to wash away competition
He has the drive in him to endure with conviction
He has the strength to walk alone, he is
The only one to walk on uncharted roads...

The billion dollar ride...

Jump into the ride, take off the cover,
Step up the gas, Burnout some rubber,
Pull down the window, open the sunroof,
Let the air run in, from the overhead scoop.

Don’t you whine cuz I drive it in style,
Lots of hot babes, as I cover each mile,
Jet black tints, to hide what’s in,
Crates of beer, washing all my sin

Raging beats, thumping my chair,
Babes at the back but I just don’t care,
Cops or not, the throttle’s always floored,
When I freakin’ ride, you just can’t get bored

Underbody skirts, hotter than your face,
Open the cans, and drink without a trace,
Flashing lights, I don’t care no shit,
In my scheme of things, they just don’t fit

I play my music loud
And my dash is all wood,
Don’t step into the car
If you don’t know what’s in the hood.

And I wrote...

It’s crazy how times you are in,
Can so easily influence your expression,
How love, or hatred, or misery,
Make you articulate,
So candid, a confession

It’s unbelievably true how,
The sad ones, the writings,
Pitch easier than their happy counterparts
How a woman can make you a splendid poet,
Write verses of feelings, unstopped.

It’s foolish to reason,
How words aren’t enough,
To the voice the child,
That delves in my mind.
Yet all that’s written is a revelation,
Even to the writer of the line.

It’s a different league they say,
Of writers or poets,
Or lyricists, all the same,
They speak their mind,
Fearless, persuasive,
Yet criticised alike,
For being ahead of their times

And so I write too, unafraid,
Not withered, nor scared,
Of the critic, or the rival
Yet each moment, I go through
In life, gives me a reason,
To stand by my expression