Tuesday 1 September 2015

              My Parents
Roam around,cm underneath to sleep,
you brushed my wings,for tomorrows leap.
For next world,next morning to see,
slumber under you,carefree.
Am i admiring Roof of my home?
Nay,its my parents, where I came from.

Torch for those windy storms,
to beat the world,to mend the norms.
Navigator for misty paths,
to beat the waves and reach the marks.
Am i admiring Wind? Ship? Sea?
Nay i am fond of my parents who helped me SEE.

See this world,Weigh the crude,
Go deep into it,get pearl to prove.
And i won the battle,achieved a lot,
yet immense to acquire, to call it a war.

As far i have come,or as far have to go,
will fight to win,and make the world bow
To you MY PARENTS,
who taught me to be ICE.
Being hard can kill,
If melts its just chill.

Saturday 18 July 2015

           THE PROFOUND
Am rising up of this glorious world and its spleandour,
to search his house where he slumbers.
Want to jump this cliff,go across discernity,
to unleash the other side,what he keeps in his treasury.
The gallery i got is so tremendous,
house of painter ought to be enormous.
Must have roofs of rainbows
from where picked a drop and coloured my globe.
Am rolling up and up and up,
tied on a rope,feel your glut.
Heightof this cliff,takes my breath,
to beat will cost my life,my death.
No matter how i go high,
it doubles the moment i cry.
Why to approach is so toilsome,
is your world so pious?
One touch and it will go obscene,
vanish away,if i intervene?
I am swirling with my rope to reach,
have a sneak,come back and preach.
The world of your divinity,
you,your lure,the serenity.
In search of your dwell,
exhausted i am,
yet excited i am.
Cannot untangle my state,
whether I i am
or YOU i am?

REFUELING
Close my eyes, feel the compose,
so bracing, make me sway.
Gathered baskets of amusements right now,
feels like dancing no purpose although.
Its great to be like this,
your soul is singing, you are swinging.
This bliss is from the scene of my window,
sky is narrating a saga,on his toe.
Of my life what i was what i came to be,
moments seldom come when I meet Me.
Am able to witness the scenic beauty,
as an admirer and its free of duty.
These moving clouds give me hope,give me joy,
make me positive,nostalgic, as got my wings back to fly.
Never felt this strong since so many days,
this is he or his love am afraid.
He strengthen,persist through the way,
want to marry him, love him and embrace.
This is the bliss,these are the times
i fall for him more,
plunge under the sea of faith that he is at the shore.

Sunday 12 July 2015

LOVE
Love is neither at first sight,
nor the likings get alike.
But eyes are destined to meet,
as the vibes change indeed.
She and i both are here,
but what is that brought us up mere?
Is the truth,the destiny,
the whole aura of this matinee.
Was designed by our fate..
Artifacts and fine strokes were added,
feather and ink and script were cladded.
Thought of breathing in present,
being an agnostic,atheist,an impedant.
Shake my will,my soul,
doesn't let me believe that all.
But i pretend to belong noone,
don't accompany the lover or the demon.
By the bay am standing recalling,
the modes of you and me befalling.
Comes to me a tresure box,
filled of moments,instances and halts.
Unpleasantly,erratically that popped,
into our lives and tend to mop.
All the notical miles to beat,
and both of us,, Hence we meet.
What is this, do you know,
its Love,destiny,will or more?
Am thinking and thinking and leading my life,
direction to which my pages jive.
Could not answer queries of mine
IS LIFE DRAGGING ME OR I ?

Monday 6 July 2015

ANOMALY
I look at you,you turn to me..
i wave,you wave back with a glean.
I come to you,you swayed away,
why are you going,which is the way?
           I chase....
You enter a cave,now into a castle,
Are carrying a veil,
which i held to unveil.
Who you are, from where i hail?
But what comes before my thought,
close to my neck hurts me hard.
Is a sword hanging on the tomb,
to kill me though but i abscond.
Now what i see i am lying down,
middle of the pave to nobody known.

    I was a warrior, who followed the heart,
won the battle,the chase and the sword.
Now lost in the world of garlands,
red roses,blue sky as in lord's hands.
So pleased,so alive never have i felt,
in my lover's lap i am slept.

Friday 26 June 2015

VIEWPOINT

Every man exhale a new,
assumption,thought or view.
For the same object,
       featuring attributes it get.
I call it bottle,
u call it rattle.
I quarrel to prove it right,
u are calm,annoyed of fight.

Again this is God and his inceptions,
so many and with sundry notions.
How you almighty are able to design
              their fate,
who have own viewpoint
 own framework to create?
This is again one of your roguery,
to challenge us humans,to keep us busy.
With knotting up views, sorting up later,
so variegated is thy world, ooo you lovely CREATOR.



TO GOD

They say will search to core,
to know the truth,to probe you more.
Dont know what string attach me to you,
Am an atheist, i find logics for old beliefs too?
Wounds i got from the world amended mine,
intentions far from you, but around the time.
Now i play practical role,
follow my brains,not my soul.
Have left your world on you,
rather than controlling things though.
knowing i am a part of your world as well,
which dance to your tunes, and not on my bell.
As i see people redefine, overhaul thy,
I sigh...
Witness  mitigation to great creator,truth itself
Feel misery,guilt of being a humane,
who cannot reprieve even you for his passion.