The poetry of day to day life:

However, you try to fathomm

It is still doubtful of the chasm

Fanciful reason of money making ambition

Dumb struck by the hourly recognition

Contradictory feelings of sarcasm

Gnawing on the grandeur of the possum

Stop over, think it over and over

And reach the conclusion that it's really lower

Working class textures of marvel

They treat it like a gravel

Allow me to introduce the structure

And then you realize the architecture

Shallow feelings of acute hunger

The hunger is down to follow the bunker

It leads straight to the stereo

A wound up machine by Mr. Mysterio

Cookies in the jar are breathing chocolate

The air is filled with weary consumate

Its heavenly at times and deadly gorges

Like a vineyard full of oranges

Tra la la, the year goes by

Not a day you don;t look at the sky

Its calm and composed and blue and poised

And on rainy days it even soils

Some speak out of an urge of evolution

Some out of sheer resourceful frustration

And that is the singing rainbow

Her's is a hand of a beautiful mellow

The glass boat and the Blue Whale

Like a glass boat, that swims transparent through the waters,
All the dreams held tight in its dashboard
Scorching all the waves with passion drfits
Moving along channels of unknown soil

She saw the blue whale diving deep
Tried to canoodle the beast of fortune
But, Alas the beast was in the least bothered
And splashing it went taking her with it down

The water changed its colour from blue to deep blue
And, she saw many a million of creatures of unknown origins
Down it dipped, downer she tripped
What a journey it was indeed

Black was the only colour now,
Sure that was the only hour now
An octopus saw a shimmer in the dark
Considered it to be a threat and left a poison dart in the air
Like she cared!

It was just a few minutes now she realized
As the clock on the deck made a crack
Her seamingly beautiful body, cracked harder
And then, the whale felt an urge of pittance
Swam right to the sunlight

In the hope of capturing it,
It looked right in the eye and there it was
Shining in all its vanity
The whale got the breath, and she managed to loosen the trap
And back again on the surface, she stood still
Realized she was just running to stand still!

Sentient

Here cometh the sentient being,
Heard his mouth say how you been?
I looked him straight in the eye,
He figured the reason why!

Told me a thousand tales of science,
But the details were so concise,
You could figure out his reason…
Every time he paused at season

Strange man was the sentient,
Looking around in fear and disgust
Sure to find someone staring
At the very thought of caring!

I asked him, what is your opinion?
On life and its pinion!
He smiled, for the first time and said
Figure it out, it’s not a test!

Then I asked what about love?
He said looking a little cove!
I won’t be able to explain
Why the emotion is so insane!

That is the nature of its face,
To be a reason in the race
That even if you participate
You are happy for the same!

Let alone the feeling be
Making you feel so complete
But, remember not to restrain
After you have known disdain.

That’s the secret that’s it,
Nothing can compare to it,
Allow yourself to innit
Like a web that’s been knit!

Then I asked, what so of work?
His face wore a mischievous smirk
What you have you cannot feel?
If you ignore the perils of meal!

And, pray also do your spake
On how to maintain the motivate?
It’s yours to figure he said in vain
No one will teach you that game!

Then I asked what is this fame?
It’s a little light shining insane
Like a bow and arrow show
Applause only on striking the foe!

And about that which makes
Us go around, the bush
The mind of man, is such a pain
It stalls and calls for hourly slain!

He smirked, this time in disfigure
And managed to look up above
Moved his lips, in curses unheard
And smacked the ground and the gird!

Still in anger he murmured,
I was not so shocked too, I figured
You will, you shall, you might, you ought…
To undo the things you do to thought!
It’s effortful and smother some…
But, still is better than all the humdrum!

Life as it is:

Columns of life drive past me,
Like a box of pencils through the sharpener.
I call her but she is nowhere,
Her smell in my lips, her eyes feel the glimpse.

I wonder often about those lovely days,
Were those in wonder or asunder?
It makes me think about the challenges we cater.
Really to whom do they cater?

A gate opens towards a garden of roses,
They pout and smile and their veil across oozes…

I catch the scent midair,
Like a beetle flies through the ensnare.
A lion roars in triumph, what is the triumph?
His mate is saying humph…

Wait the Cheetah says to its son who’s all ablaze,
Across the land full of maze.
Rhinos love the smell of grass,
Its greener on their side too! Alas!

A Tiger roams fearlessly, But going nowhere aimlessly.
I kill time by writing crap,
That’s life, it will be a wrap.
A wondrous joy in finding the map.

I sing for rains, I dance in chains
How pitiful are these loss and gains
The place stinks of numbing scams
I run towards the Himalayan camps.
They fill that place with towels damp!

I still wonder what you would be wondering?
I hope you never forget dreaming,
‘Cause life’s a dream till you realize.
Its time to wake.

Running, jumping, laughing and cringing
I bite the yellow fruit of ringing.

Its autumn time, the fruits are none,
But best of all there is no fun!

The challenge of Hercules was nothing compared to this,
The greatest challenge of the mind,
Is to free the thoughts and make untied…

Incinerate

Back in the phase
It’s like a cat and mouse chase
A never ending maze
My heart is ablaze.

Through the channels of numbness
I seek refuge in dumbness
Its mind numbing
Its like an ugly duckling!

Wandering through the ages of hysteria
Secrets don’t unfold, still a mysteria,
Winds of change beginning to blow.
How wish it would snow!

I carry with me the boy,
A single arrow without a toy
Fresh memories need to be created
But for that I need to be resurrected.

I march along with a brave face
Don’t mistake it for a base
Yellow feelings of anger
Its love I say, it’s a hunger.

Crossbow dream throw away
Waiting for it, still today
Screaming laughter pours like rain,
It cajoles the mind from the pain.

First cut or wide butt,
Stick in the red blue – hut!
Leaves are singing!
What are they singing?

Haha I say, please give me way
Through the narrow edges of ashtray
Clean the garbage
Unleash the carnage.

The Journey

Commenced a journey in vain,
Washed down by thunder and rain,
Hours of kneeling in vain,
Restricted my thoughts with pain.

A mountain I thought I’ll climb,
A kingdom I vowed to outshine,
Just a reason for desperate situations.

A heart swollen with tears,
Melting away all the years,
Forlorn I went into the unknown
How do I know it’s the unknown?

Sweeping eagles all hover above,
They see the prey then shine out loud.
A sparkling in the eye,
A rabbit’s neck cut! Why?
It’s daily routine, its daily quarantine.

You don’t judge,
You don’t fudge.
Crazy as it seems, its better than the worldly affairs.

The journey ended half way through.
It started, it jerked and made me new.
Did it?

Millions have taken one,
Others are still to take.
Why does the journey feel so great?

Like a sea of oceans,
Like a dream of seasons
I move on!
The man, the child and me!

Cut across a channel of joy,
It lurks, it casts a shadow so clear…
Yet won’t stay, this I know
In hours of distress there’s sorrow too!

Wheels of fortune through the air.
Castles built but do they care?
Of men and women who cringe for space!
Be gone I say, be gone today!
You deserve the earthly rage again,
My friend and I have escaped the disdain.

Thunder mountains in the sky,
Calling us to yonder…Go fly
We’ll lead the change with shallow strain
I care for nothing, nothing is same.

We build the long hours and try,
A spring of joy a lovely sky,
A gap so wide the earth is nowhere!

Why care? Why care? Why care...?

Create the Creator!

A voluminous truce of insanity
I welcomed back humanity
Of unwell shores and secluded delights,
A legal battle by moths for neon lights.

Nuances of illicit emotions
A change of heart for unkept reactions
I cross my legs in discomfort
I look at the horizon with little effort.

Wings guiding their flights,
Crossing the shoes of wakeful delights
The peacock stares at the broken wheel of myriad colours
Waiting to dip its feathers in drops of Solaris.

Looking at the challenges put forth,
I feel my life has been blazed through the forks,
The patheways of glory wait to beseech
Its rendereing a dream held stop with a screach.

Hollowed down voices of underachievement
Rising echoes of squanderers on the pavement,
Like a devil incinerate,
It wreaks of people who wait.