Pathrile Khwaab

Ek unsuni si aatma,
Cheek rahi hai kone se,
Ek khwaab hai jo pura na hua,
Dildaar hai jo haath se chut gaya.

Phir bhi hai kashish,
Ek koshish, ek antim abhilasha,
Saason ko bhulane ki kasar na chodi.
Yaadon ko bandkar hatheli mein door kayi phenk aaya,
Phir bhi hai talaash, jane kiski hai talaash?
Kahi un yaadon ki toh nahi?


Woh hansiyon ki baarish,
Woh unsuni si khwaaish,
Woh pyaar dard mein lipti hui,
Woh dard pyaar mein bandhi hui!


Har pal tanha hai, har pal sunehra,
Kitni yaadein saamayi hai, dil hai gehra,
Aaj dard ko na roko,Behne do aansuon ka saagar,
Ek lamha, ek boondh se bhara.
Khele, tatolo us boondh ko tum,
Hulchul ho koi toh hone do,
Phir khilo usse aur
Sajao ek naya savera.

Remember the time

The mind has become numb,
the feelings are dead.
No more do the flowers blossom,
no more do I swoop to smell them.

How painful is separation,
Finally i know, it wreaks of isolation.
So condemned to be free,
My words are emptier than my soul.
The whole being craves for glories behold.

The sparks of joy come and go,
They tend to ignite & win,
How many changes have i seen,
So fast, so quick, it bleeds the spleen.

Give me time to recover my beloved,
for you and I will be one someday.
Till then you be happy and sad.

Cause I am hurt and its really bad,
Why should we speak of living?
When every place speaks of death.

A ray of hope somewhere in the darkness,
I tend to follow it through its madness,
Clouded by fear and cries of hatred,
Shallow thoughts of friends and foes,
At least today the foe lasts longer than the friend.

Still I go on every day,
Dreaming and screaming within,
I wish it would end soon,
So that i can find the peace i am searchin'

Running towards a shore of happiness,
Moving close to kindness,
It feels good to be hurt though,
It taught me life and made me go...

To burn the feelings through the air,
And write reasons that i still care,
Through the wear and tear a heart melts,
Away to bear a pain so unknown it scares.

Something found, something lost.

Finally found rest a heart,
Secure in a nest.

Broken, betrayed enclosed abreast,
Carried away to tales of unrest.

Marching feelings of love & disgust,
A source of constant need to repress.

Age on age, man tried to dress,
A volatile mind fueled with fear & detest.

Singing songs of disparity,
Going back towards singularity.

Oh! Please can i get a time machine,
To save me from this Frankenstein.

Sarcastic laughter across the land,
Its cruel but feels like a soothing hand.

Meanings have changed, meanings are lost,
Going down the narrow lane to be with the ghost.

Never will i say again,
Love makes a man go insane,
It makes him sane.

Human Bondage - Why do we have to endure so much pain??

Nothing seems proper now,
Reasons seem to crop up now,
It is this that is hard to digest,
The end is near, its time to rest.

You try to make sense of the world,
But it seems so senseless it makes you swirl,
Journeying the path to eternity,
Trying to find belief in destiny.

Conversations makes a lasting touch,
Let's keep talking a longer as such,
Chiming thoughts of bound impulses,
Make believe lessons of uncertain senses.

I call for power, force and justice,
Neglecting these will make it harder to suspect it,
The shackles are broken,
But the heart has not mended.

Its hard to believe in something,
Anything or everything,
Why is that change is so sort after,
When everyday we keep looking for the master.

Hours seem to penetrate deep without purpose,
They all seem to be looking for a landing surface.

How inconsistent are the fruits of success?
It comes, it leaves without taking rest!

Digression

Here i am scorched and wounded,
Blinded by knives of hatred.
Engaged in seeking the truth,
Never really understood.

All memories seem to surround her
All feelings seem to stir,
But it's love which is costly
And i don't have the money.

Remember the time spent in wonder,
Calling to myself in rain and thunder
It's the voice which inspires
Not the self which just expires.

Detachment is engrossing today
More profound than is was yesterday
How will i build my dreams?
The path itself is cursed with screams!

Utter Crap

Theories of elevation are all right but their relation is what subjugates an entire consciousness of spawned ideas. This belief in superfluous circumstances is what makes us scorch the unending factors of zero tolerance, believing the squandering process of mystification and origination. I only allow blades of thin grass to pierce me and not barks of trees which can make me cut in two, that is fun too, but m not ready to enter into an spasm of gargantuan proportions because it is obviously over powering, have you ever thought about the time you spent inside the womb, no ... right because we don’t know what happened in there...its this feeling of nothingness that overpowers oneself and allow conscious thoughts to pass by without logical explanations…

Long time No see

The irrational consequences that enrich the mind are all but bigotry. An uncontrollable desire to believe in things you can't understand. Through the ever changing mediatory circumstances a life so insipid, you only aim to live once. But then thinking and valuing the beings that dwell amongst you is what you crave for and make a purpose of. The question still remains, as to why are you here? To believe in something or to create something for others to believe in. A never changing psychological endeavour towards meaningful existence. A making in the mind and a source of conviction through life changing circumstances. Live it or get free!