It was a ride.. Lone soul to find life back within him.. The warm breeze, the dust, the negativity that blurred his vision.. The defense, the hatred, the guilt that made others grow, but him.. It was his decision to take this ride to a known far land.. The trust, made him see the place with his eyes closed.. The love, that made him ponder about himself.. 'Why not me?' is what he told himself.. Two arms and two legs moved, but his soul didn't.. His soul wanted to see the destination.. He touches the skies with his bare hands.. Familiar faces, standing beside him, though he has no one around him.. He doesn't stop.. He looks around.. He sees everyone there, but him.. He wants to see himself there, but the blurred vision forces him.. He fights his vision, his soul empowers his mind.. His vision comes back.. It's not blurred anymore.. He sees himself, happy, content, free... He's free from the shackles of negativity.. He loves the moment.. He finds peace instantly.. It takes a few seconds for him to realize he's back... He smiles.. Contented with the moment, his soul is pure now.. For how long though? For a long time he says.. He takes a deep breath and comes back.. Comes back to life, his soul now connected to his body.. The soul says "I'm home"... 

Aazaadi

chehre anek,

maksad ek..

likhte hain koi aur humari kahani,

likhne do, hoga mann unka halka..

soyi hai ye duniya, jaage hum..

band hai unke mann ke dwaar,

par kabhi band na kar payenge hum..

suryasth apni zindagi mein kabhi na aayega,

kyunki apna din wahin se shuru hoga..

kal dekhne ke liye aaj to khatam hone do..

aao is aazaadi ka jashn manaye hum..

is thandi hawa ka anand le..

sabhi tarah ke aansoo bahe,

par har dukh ko khushi se sahe..

har pal mein sau saal dikhe,

har kshan mein zindagi ka gyaan..

har jhonke mein aazaadi mile,

har ummeed ki buniyad badhe..

chehre anek,

maksad ek..

aao is aazaadi ka jashn manaye hum..

phisalti reth..

kyun kaste hain hum mutthi ko, 

jab do hatheli se zyaada samet sakte hain?

sargam pe taal bajti nahi,

ya to taal hoti hi nahi..

maano jaise bhanvre ras peena band karde,

maano jaise dil dhadakna band karde..

upar wala jaise haath chhod de,

jo chehre dikhte the,

woh bhi dhundle se ban gaye.. 

jab door door tak banjar ho,

to kaise zameen gol dikhne lagi?

toofan mein dhool jaise badhti gayi,

baarish mein boonde jaisi sookhti gayi..

kareebi pyaar pe rongte khade nahi hote,

khushi ke aansoo aankhon mein reh gaye..

kaale baadal aankhon pe chaye,

dukh ki odhni ne thandak se bachayi,

par kis khushi mein?

phisalti reth..

kyun kaste hain hum mutthi ko?

do hatheli hamesha zyaada samet sakte hain..

us pal ke intezaar mein jeete ho,

meetha hoga woh, ye to tum jaan gaye ho..

har roz ek naye khoj pe,

samet ke saari baatein dhyaan dete ho..

nanhe kanhaon se ghire rehte ho,

unke chote ungliyon mein duniya bhoolte ho..

woh pyaari si muskurahat hamesha rahe,

khushi tumse hamesha baatein kare.. 

baat baat pe shukriya ada karte ho,

khikhiyaake ke khoob maza lete ho..

samraaton ke kaal to baayan haath ka khel hai,

usme hasi ka to bada mel hai..

achchayi tere saamne masthishq jhukaye,

dosti naam ke pehchaan banaye.. 

kavitha likhke bade bhole bante ho,

ek samay pe paanch cheezon pe dhyaan dete ho!

This lovely little fort down the alley,

caressed by the only ally..

a fireplace always lit when it snowed,

an attic full of raw supplies..

a broken parapet, withered rampart,

which reminded him of the battle..

they tried to pull him down the throne,

he was valourous..

their naked swords,

blood dripping down the tip..

he couldn't stand their malignity,

trebuchets were at work..

they wanted him to be a part of them,

a villa that promised salvation..

he was unscathed..

but the darts poisoned him,

he was alone, in the dungeons,

he came out, revived.. 

he searched frantically,

for the attic, for his fireplace..

he looked out of the window arch..

they spat venom, held torches,

his heart belonged to the castle,

he felt his love for the place..

he felt a dry smile when he saw - 

that the armour would always guard him.. 

Just an attempt at this.. :) 

main banoo re tohri daasi,

ye aankhen hai tohri pyaasi.

aavat hai toh pe maan kya kahoon,

rahe tu jahaan, ek aadh main rahoon.

toh pe pyaar hai ya vishaal nadi,

meetha bana rahe ye sadi dar sadi.

baas baaje hai jahaan tere bol,

chedo na, dwaar to khol.

aayi re, mann ke awaaz pe,

toh ke kadam, chooye re dil pe.

sargam pe mann hamaar chalat hai,

natkhat tohre haat, badi sataati hai.

choodiyaan moh ke anek rang,

lipti rahoon re toh ke ang ang... 

e insaan..

tanhayee ke tum khud hi maalik,

kyun saap paalte rahe tum virana?

kyun chandan bane rahe tum?

utar jayenge ye saap to koi aur base..

e insaan..

banjar me bhi paani mile,

kate hue pairon ko raahat mile,

vish ka vishay chodo,

aage sheher hai bada suhana.... 

Tum Ho Toh

nam hui jo palken meri,

ye teri khushi ki meherbani..

jab aaina dekhta hoon har subah,

to teri muskurahat din bana deti hai..

har mushkil mein jo ro de man mera,

to tum mujhe hasna sikhate ho..

mere muh pe logon ne kabhi na thooka,

peeth peeche baat karte rahe kayar,

tumhari aankhon ne mujhe sab dikhaya..

zameen pe toot ke gir gaya tha,

jab tumne mujhe pairon pe khada kiya..

sab kehte rahe, kisi ne ek na suni,

paagalon ki tarah apni duniya mein mast tha,

thappad maarke kaan dene waale bhi tum hi the..

teri namrata se aankhen bhar aayi dost,

tum nahi hote to kabr pe rone waala koi na hota...  

I was enamoured by your candid beauty,

Your hair being the epitome of panache..

A sweet smile always shone,

with ecstasy floating in the air..

I showered you with cornucopia of love,

relieved you of all weariness..

Your gentle touch on my face,

lit a torch of warmth within my heart..

A trust that could never wither,

A song that could never end,

Collapsed.. in the blink of an eye..

Perhaps, another prey of the malice,

of your pure face, but hideous mind..

You seek for many I know now,

you are succumbed to the gaiety pleasures..

your audacity, to still smile at me,

like nothing ever went wrong...

The abhorrence,

The feeling to see strangulation scars,

on the place which holds my precious gift..

Slitting your veins with the same diamond..

Seeing your pretty face blood stained,

that once showed me the face of love...

Your plea to let go off you,

When I ram my head onto yours,

for betraying my mad love... 

There would be justice to this besetment..

you wouldn't flaunt your protean talent..

but when I ease the knife in your gut,

I'd still love you..

There would be tears in my eyes,

while I lie beside you on the proscenium,

with the blade through my heart,

and the curtains close behind me..

When the night breeze turned into a gentle zephyr,

and when the anvil lost its heat..

I held my lantern high up,

and walked on the rails towards the yard..

I could hear sounds of sniffing..

A crippled dog, black as the night..

Blood oozing out of his nostrils,

as he swore to tear me apart..

I stood my ground, feet felt damp..

He could've chosen to slaughter my face,

but he waited, I felt his wrath..

He barely could stand, but his claws shone..

He neared me, my feet wouldn't move.. 

I trusted the night, it would pass,

I prayed to the stars, my feet dropped dead..

I could hear my mum's sweet lullaby..

Leave me be.. my Fear spoke to him..

My eyes froze, I felt his breath..

His face got closer,

as he whispered his dinner prayer..

I still hoped to live,

until I saw his decayed tail..

It stood like a mighty sword,

Askin me to pray to my Lord..

He slowly slid his claws through my chest,

My mouth gushed thick blood..

I sunk into my own sweat..

He had a wry smile,

I was the end for his ennui that night..

it was the end of my own..

Within twelve waking moments,

Ended my four lettered Life... 

It feels like I know you,

Your actions are from the future..

Time routes itself through my nerves,

and I see you before the time shows itself up...

The result is uncertain..

Everything gets hazy around me,

I just wanted to do good to you..

My mind reviles itself..

My heart pounds with anxiety..

Unanswered questions,

show me the gift of my existence,

They still remain though..

I wanna spare you a moment,

Feel the pain you showed me before,

would you wither?

My hands tremble as I reach out,

I don't want to hurt you anymore...

The guilt is unnerving..

I fail to see happiness...

I fail to see myself in the mirror,

I see what I shouldn't have..

negates all the sweet surprises..

Forces my power out of me.. 

I still live,

Hoping I'd be prepared..

I still live,

cause what matters is my Present...

The future is why I still live.. 

With my eyes open,

I see your tranquil sleep..

Your eyes are closed,

but I know you still see me.. 

The best mirror for my smile,

is your eyes when it gleams..

Kissed by the cool breeze, you dream,

and you smile, knowing that I'm watching you..

Your half awakened eyes,

Your sweet morning smile,

Makes me realize,

We're living our dream... :) 

Its so funny how you get used to different kinds of clocks and watches.. One, always tied to my wrist.. The watch is very dear to me, so I see the time and smile. The one on my cell phone's always 5 minutes slower than my wrist watch. I know it is. What's the point of keeping it 5 minutes slower when you know it? I dunno. There are some facts about time which I could never answer. The clock in my living room. It has a nice pendulum attached, which swings away to glory. This one's 5 minutes faster than my wrist watch. Why? Probably not to miss a serial? Who knows. The famous clock on my workstation. It always tells me when to leave :) 

What I do like the most about time is the fact it's there.. Always. Whether you're lost or not, whether you're happy or sad, whether you're bugged or chirpy, whether you're living or alive, it's there. Always. So there is no point in cursing time. Time would never die nor would it get sick of being there with you. 

Life is just a full circle. 360 degrees of timed beauty. Imagine what would happen 3 o' clock never taught you the "Right" angle of life? Imagine what would happen if the 12 never taught the 6 to stand straight on its feet. We would never have been leaders without time. Time and again time has taught us how to time it right. 

Some people don't have enough time to be themselves. Yes, it's a big thing. I have faced it. Still learning the mystery behind it. My right hand never gets the timing of my left on my synthesizer. One day both would smile at each other when I have the time to time them right. I keep bugging my friends to give me a topic to write, but only when it is time I would realize it's the right thing to write about. Time always heals You, but have you ever tried healing time? Seems funny right? Hmmm.. Guess it is.. Let's just say "Time is an Item which Emits Mite(read Might)" 

A small dedication to The Man... James Hetfield...

When I Turned the page,

I saw Nothin else matters...

And when the Sandman entered

The Hero of the day rescued us all..

I was unhappy being the Unforgiven,

until I realized you were Unforgiven 2

and he too joined in and made it Unforgiven 3

Until I Disappear,

and it Fades to Black,

The Master of puppets,

shall Welcome us all home to the Sanitarium...

The Call of the ktulu,

Sad but true is the Fuel

for my Unnamed Feeling..

when the Devils Dance,

Wherever I may roam,

or when the bell tolls

and the Battery dies

The memory remains

and Nothin Else Matters... 

They can't beat you my Inspiration. They're just busy being real.. 

The magical touch of your hand,

Unspoken bonding of our minds,

Wish I could meet you while I'm here,

To feel how it feels to feel you....

My imagination speaks to yours,

Your presence in my absence,

Wish I find your lap under my head someday..

Your eyes always light my thought,

When too many fingers around try to make one hand.. 

Loved during the dawn..

Hated during the dusk..

Nourished as a tender cotton..

Left to the lost and rotten..

Let us lead them out of the grey path,

Show them the bright and white wave,

and the certitude of breathing felicity..

New Faces,

Always lend you a hand...

Old ones,

Heal you like time :) 

Live is what I would say,

For those whose mind goes sway...

Choosing what is right or wrong..

Sometime the movie's just too long.. 

The first rain drop makes the sand smell sweet,

Like a shelf of books kept neat..

Like the negligible gaps in the rails during summer,

Like the orbit of the flowers by the hummer.. 

A face that seems to be away but isn't..

A hand that once was, but isn't..

Plummet into abyss, sucked by a black hole.. 

I remember the one that touched my soul..

Hold my hand.. Hold me now.. 

You don't know what you miss and how.. 

I would nourish your thought 

if you give me a shot.. 

You're not watching this is what I know..

You deserve to know and not feel so low..

This is going nowhere is what I feel,

Helping you is my happy meal.. :) 

It seems like a troubled process… Of knowing.. Of understanding.. Of believing… Of observing.. Of talking.. Of listening.. Who is governing my thoughts.. ? What does he want..? How do I get out of the shackles of confusion..? Can I really achieve what I want when I’m like this..? Complete lack of eloquence.. Timing misjudged.. Sleep not pleasant.. Mind loitering around even though you’re hibernating.. What does all this mean..? Where am I going? I feel like the rustling of leaves teach me a lesson.. I feel like the silence is asking me to shut up although I’m not talking.. I feel like the 60 keys of my Synthesizer would come out and give me a big whack and laugh at me .. Off beat eh? My life looks like a fret board.. Covered with bars and strings.. Who the hell’s using the plectrum.. Must be a skilled musician..A professional rhythm guitarist messing up the chords of my mind.. All this is undone.. I’d get back at him.. He’s not gonna be around for long.. 

There’s someone in my head..

But I don’t know what he said..

Perspicacious as it seems..

My head seems to roll..

 

Hey wake up I need to talk..

He’s persuading me to kill him..

Needless.. heedless.. He whips me down..

Please help me stand up..

 

I can’t name this feeling..

But, it feels like a mirror..

He clutches my strength..

Valorous panoplies..

 

I’m lookin up..

Can’t see his face..

I’m lookin up..

I’m feelin the pain..

 

Get out.. Get the fuck out..

Get out.. Get the fuck out..

I have me now.. I have me now..

Revival of my mind..

 

Seems distant now..

He swears he’d be back..

I look him in the eye..

And say bring it on..