Unsafe

All left all alone
With bunches of information and the virtual reality
Living in 3D and the bytes that you do not see

Amazed at how it takes over our life
Our mind fails to be anymore as sharp as a knife
The world works at the tip of a keyboard
Atlas doesn't have to bear the burden anymore

Nature goes in the background
The concrete takes our space
The unholy war to power
The unstoppable race and the craze


There seems to be no relief
From the endless massacres and the scars
Innocents burning in the fire
Prometheus! What have you done?

No home is safe everyone comes undone...

Life after death

Limited by life and death on earth
What lies beyond the unknown
Is it a world like the one here
Where there are limitations of a different sort

Entry restricted
Trespassers will be prosecuted

Making bridges to cross the afterlife
To think all is okay, the world beyond is fine
But then why does one return back
Is it karma, boredom or just a thought

Rendezvous

my mind is flooded by thoughts of you
so completely that they refuse to let anything else enter
the concentration is so limited yet it makes me feel so blue
that everything else needs to break through

I struggle to read and understand
stories and poems that currently time doth demand
striving to prevent you from entering my head
I fail each time; Ah! what a shame, what a difficult path to tread

Seconds,minutes,hours and days
the curfew begins and heavily upon me it weighs
I let the desire and the feelings grow
for the day we shall have our rendezvous

She is unwritten

Her beauty is catastrophic
Her soul cataclysmic
Her mind is detrimental
And she is unwritten

She has character and is yet characterless
Like the flowing river she is formless
Like a mask she is faceless
And She is unwritten

By day she is curiosity
By night a mystery
And she is unwritten

Snake- a friend

In a semi constructed floor
I meet people I abhor and adore

The roof above seems to be not walls
But a structure full of holes
On it lives a snake
Black in color, a beautiful skin and make

The snake seems to be withering
Its skin seems to be falling
Discreetly it moves
With me everywhere it goes

It looks at me as if a friend
To help me save me from them
The skin falls to the floor
Turning whatever it touches to icy stones

Suddenly I am reminded of Medusa
But scared of the snake am not
For the snake seems to be a protector
A friend amongst so many foes

Carefully it withers its skin
On people who like me not
Turning people to ice
One at a time

Suddenly all I am surrounded by
Are friends who care
While the others turned
Into ice while I just stare...

The soldier

Once upon a time
Lived a soldier
under a young sun

A master in the art of fights
But a softer soul inside
Fighting with his comrades
But inside probably fighting his own fight

In the middle of a war
He orders people to kill
takes his orders from the higher command
But at times against his own will

After the killings are done
He sees blood all over the place
Dead people lying on the ground
Women getting raped

He cries and cries
And thinks this cannot be lived with everyday
So he goes back to his camp
Thinking of never killing a person again...

But a soldier he is
Destined to kill
How can it not be
To live not in his own misery

The commander assigns him a task
To slaughter people with his fellow comrades
And rape women whichever he comes across

He says he shall not do so
And bear his punishment in silence

The commander listens not
And sends him to the front
He goes there ready to bear the brunt

There in the front to teach men a lesson
Shoots the commander the soldier
While completing his mission

The soldier dies happily
For he shan't kill no more
Death to him comes as a mercy
And he forgives them all...

Do you believe that there's treasure in the ocean

Come with me and search
The treasures in the ocean
The one buried in the deepest of the seas
only then will my heart rest in peace

I say aye and travel with him
For the adventures that lay ahead
My heart is happy and my soul is singing
With happiness and curiosity of crossing that which has not been tread

Before you plunge into the sea, says he
I shall wait for thee
For my journey with you is through the lands
The seas for you to conquer

I take a dive and move down below
Only to be amazed at the magnificence of life
The water itself looked alive to me
As if for eternities it had been waiting for me

I reach where the treasure probably lies
And search through the with my snake eyes
There amongst the gold and the jewels I find there
was looking for
Amongst them all is a small bag full of stones

I fail to understand why it is considered such a treasure
But consider it important since others think of it as so

I bring it to the ground
Thinking to me it belongs
Since I worked hard to find it
While my friend was waiting there

There in my pocket the treasure lies
But my friend asks of it not
I wonder and wonder for a while
But my mind understands it not

I feel guilty at not giving my friend
The treasure that he talked about
But he says he needs it not
For its for me to keep it till the day I die

So I keep it in my pocket
And wake up thinking of the treasures of the adventures and the seas
Of the longing and feeling what did it just mean...

Some leaves are happy falling

some leaves are happy falling
they make a way for you when you are crawling
they beautify the tree when they are on them
and the path when they are not

some leaves are happy falling
for the freedom that seems so enchanting
to taste the air and sway with the winds
to travel and be where none has been

some leaves are happy falling
for the trees no longer need them
for the fruits need no protection
for the leaves need to rest
for a new leaf needs space

Haiku

silhouettes
like positives in negative space
mysteries for the eye to gauge

Conversations
give me
Directions

too many beeps
don't
let me work!

Losing thoughts
Composing with a riot of notes
Amalgamating

the sound of pigeons flying
the soft-breeze in the air
siesta

people breaking leaves
talking
a background mantra

Sounds

The universe is playing
painting with sounds
Creating music all around
The thunders and the sound of the rain
Falling on the ground
relaxing the mind and the brain

The humming of bees and the buzzing of crickets
The fluttering of birds splashing water all over
The magnificent peacocks dancing
Looking for their mates

The cloud over the mountains
Playing with the thunder
Hiding the destination
The paths for us to cover

07-09-2014

Part 1

thoughts of you
moving through my head
tightening up like fists around my heart
giving me a heartache.

Part 2

a world of our own
I in yours and you in mine
merging towards a horizon
unawares of space and time

Love Lost

Thoughts on her mind, shows on her face
Her eyes are wide, Lost in a maze
She walks on the road, keeping a stare
Blurring the world, her world unaware

Azrael

Azrael

Azrael

Who art thou my angel

deathlord or messenger of heaven

scary or scarred

beautiful and marred

demon in an angel's form

or just having a silent moan

burdened by the weight of the body

or the emotions at someone's loss

the knock knock on the body 

for the soul to take

sadness and pleasure 

breaking and entering

thoughts of people

the consolation of the living selves

Notes and letters

by people living and dying

does that evoke feelings in you 

and a place in your heart does it find?

the recordings of names and erasing of names,

the birth and the deaths

does it ever end!

( on P's challenge...just an effort to write about the angel of death)

Love and war

Those who said " all is fair in love and war" understood it quite well that love is also a kind of war where the people are like gladiators ready to fight with and against each other...

They come dressed and ready with their armor of thoughts with every small instance and ever ready to run from the ground when given the chance because they know that towards the end of it there will be a death.... There can only be one survivor in the war

Dance of words

it is a complicated art of romance
between words in a sentence
like smaller moves in a dance
or listening to music in a trance


arranging the words like a composition
taking small steps each in juxtaposition
the smaller utopias when they start making some sense
the stories emerge out of these forests that are so dense

Micro-organisms

The smaller parts of life
enlarged in a microscope
feeling like ants from higher above
are ants visible at all?


engulfing the self and the objects around
becoming larger organisms
being all in one and one in all
in a spasmodic mechanism


decimation of thoughts and feelings
in the sweetness of silence
losing space outside and within
making every man an island

Suspension

Am I seeing a copy of me
or is it my reflection in the mirror
walking down on a sunny road
with shadows on the walls
or is it a different person altogether

living a life even when I sleep
is it really an altered me?
is there in us a virtual universe
a virtual reality, which someday I could traverse

with a black side and a white
I live in the dark and the light
is there a wrong and a right
It seems like a wrong fight

Is the brightness blinding my eyes
and the darkness showing the light

I live suspended
between my body and the thoughts in my head...

Hymn to Isis

For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

discovered in Nag Hammadi, 1947

First published in eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho

Thoughts

the ephemeral thoughts
the transitory self
the changing moods
the seasons as they rain away


with thoughts moving faster than light
can we hold them for a while 
catch them as they pass through us
the genious within to solve the crux


to unleash the beast within
to lower the guard
to revive the animal instinct
and the rules discard

German loooooong words

Geschwindigkeitsbeschränkungen : Speed Limits

Handschuhschneeballwerfer : a person who wears gloves to throw snowballs

Sitzpinkler : a man who pees sitting down

Donaudampfschiffahrtselektrizitätenhauptbetriebswerkbauunterbeamtengesellschaft :      the association for 

subordinate officials of the head office management of the Danube steamboat electrical services

Fussbodenschleifmaschinenverleih : is the place to turn to if you need your wooden floors sanded down

Eisenbahnknotenpunkthinundherschiebershäuschen : Which is the little cabin where in earlier times the switchman 

(nice word, by the way) was manually operating the railroad switches

herbeisehnen : a verb for wishing something or someone to be nearer.

Iesenbahnboomafanddahldrahskerl : which is in "Plattdeutsch" a dialect spoken in the norther part of Germany. It 

means "railwaygateup and downturnman" or Schrankenwärter

 Tausendsassa : Jack-of-all-trades

Bioeier. Five vowels in a row

Geschwindigkeitsregelanlage : cruise control

Doppelkupplungsgetriebe : double clutch gearbox

anhalten : synonym and antonym at the same time 

eg : "Der Bus hält an." means "The bus is stopping."
"Das warme Wetter hält an." means "The warm weather continues."
 It seems when the word is used in connection with weather or state of being/conditions in general, "anhalten" 

means a process is continuing. When it its used describing a movable object that is in motion, it means that said 

motion is discontinuing.

knattert : farted

Lautmalerei : Painting with sounds ( onomatopoeia ) 

Streichholzschaechtelchen : small box of matches

drachenfutter : dragon fodder ( literally ) : which is a present that a husband/boyfriend presents to his 

wife/girlfriend as a peace offering having pissed her off

Hottentottenpotentatentantenattentatentäter : meaning an assassin targeting the aunt of a Khoikhoi chief . also 

mentioned in the book Geheimnis by Juri Andruchowytsch

Nikotinamidadenindinukleotidphosphat 

Kampfmittelbeseitigungsdienst: Fight material disposal service(bomb Squad) 

Knabenmorgenblütenträume : the flowery dreams of a young man in the morning

Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz : a REAL law with the official abbreviation (!) 

RflEttÜAÜG = pork labelling supervision tasks transfer law

Frühlingsgefühle : 

Stuhlgang : defecation

Klugscheisser : smartass

Habseligkeiten : (elected as "the most beautiful german word", btw) literally: "Have-Bliss" (in plural form)
"Habseligkeiten" has a poetic, nostalgic touch and mostly is earmarked for possessions that are very dear.

Apothekenfrühstück = tablets

Fossilientransporter=a bus with pensioners

Freizeitphilosophentreff=job centre

Gehirnleistungszellen-überanstrengungsanstalt=school

Siebenhundertsiebenundsiebzigtausendsiebenhundertsiebenundsiebzig = 777777

Aufmerksamkeitsdefizitssyndrommedikamentenbeipackzettel = ADS medication instructions

Elektrizitätsversorgungsunternehmen = electricity company

Zwergflusspferd = dwarf hippo

Binnenschifffahrtsgesellschaft = canal transport company

bumsbomber : plane full of sex tourists 

Weltmeisterschaftendspielschiedrichterpfeife : the whistle used by the referee at the world cup final

Schädlingsbekämpfungsfachmann = rat man (sorry, rodent operative)

Glühbirne : (glow pear) : light bulb

kummerspeck - ( griefbacon) - putting on weight in a fraught emotional state

Nervensäge - someone who irritates you so much, they saw at your nerves.

Ohrwurm (lit.) earworm - that nasty little tune you can't get out of your head

Schmetterlingsschwimmen = butterfly stroke

Affentittengeil : "monkey-tits-horny" or "as horny as monkey tits" 
awe and amazement

Lagerregal (storage shelving) - german Palindrome
Reliefpfeiler

mutterseelenallein : alone as a mother's soul for loneliness

Donaudampfschiffahrtselektrizitätenhauptbetriebswerkbauunterbeamtengesellschaftssiztungsraumklimaanlagenschalterbefestigungsschraubendeckel

Sitzriese - somebody who looks bigger when they're sitting down than when they stand up.

Leserkommentarspaltenhöllenlärm :  all hell breaking loose in the comment thread

Crowds

The streets everyday wear a new raiment
The colors dark and light, dull and bright
they walk the same road unknown and unaware
With eyes facing the ground, none to care

Two strangers walking down the street
decide to look up and not their feet
And the crowd goes still, when their eyes meet
The world played music, while their hearts skipped a beat

Future

Looking for heaven in the after life
Forgetting that it exists on earth
Always thinking that the grass in green on the other side
Forgetting what today is worth

Years,months,weeks,days,hours and seconds
We have lived In ages and over
The count just either ascends or descends
For life is but never always about finding a four leaf clover

Dreams

Are dreams the reality of sleep
And reality in your wake just some dream

The past the present and the future
The real and the virtual realities
The wake and the endless dreams
All just waiting to rupture

Going into the unknown with your assumptions
Living a life of expectations and presumptions
Waiting for the glass to shatter
For the pieces to scatter

on Love...

Love found and lost again
like a gamble
A game of hide and seek
to appear in just a smile
just a tear
just a heartbreak
never in fear

The myriad fights of love
So many of them lost, so many of them won
So many of them forgotten
Never to end, never probably getting done,never being one

Does it last forever
Is it eternal
Is it a constant battle
To try to keep It real

Living in words and sentences
Trying to fill in the pages
But can words explain what the heart feels
Can the full stops and the comma explain the pause of this unending reel..

It is an endless search
Of where the heavens and the earth merge
With no beginning or ending
For there never was a start and there won't be any finishing

On Roopkund

The longer distances
The shorter legs
The travelling in the sun
The sudden haze
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

The meeting up with strangers
Making friends while being passengers
The uneven smiles
Reducing the stress for a while
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

The virgin trails
The unseen lands
The gasps , the sighs
The lows, the highs
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

Dusting off the old selves
The rusting minds
Finding a new me
Meeting a new you
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

The bonfires and the hangouts
The revealing of secrets after regular burnouts
The sharing of tiffins and tents
The mafias and the emotional cricket games
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

The milky ways in the starry skies
The sound of snores in the silent nights
The Stuffy bags on the icy beds
The early "jaagte rahos" and the call for teas
The walks in the windy whites and greens
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

Kinjal Vora and Shrey Vig

Waiting...

Is the morning dawn sweeter than honey
Are the afternoons warm and sunny
And the evenings a cool breeze with longing and an eternal wait
for the night to return
for the sight of the loved one

Does the candlelight get brighter to cover the darkness in the room and the hearts...
Does it warm the cold room
Provide Solace and company to the lost heart
Does it help in searching for the one that matters most
On nights when the light seems lost

The wait is over
At the break of dawn
The clouds have burst out in happiness
And forgotten to mourn
The birds chirp and sing and rejoice
At the first sight and with the sound of her voice.

Untitled now

can you see your lover after she is gone
Can you feel her warmth on a night when everything feels cold
Can you still taste her on your lips
Can you hear her silence after the storm
Can you smell her on you...on your body...

Do you shiver at the touch
Like electricity passing through you
And still be ready for the next shock
Is it only the beating of two hearts heard in the silence of the night

Do you sleep when she is not around
Do you wake and wish that she was
do you dream of her on an unending night
and wish for the dream to be infinite

Are those emotions strong enough
Do they trigger your mind body and soul
Is heaven then the same as hell
Are those energies becoming You?

Untitled again

I
I am
I am happy
I am happy to exist
I am happy to exist as a part
I am happy to exist as a part of her
I am happy to exist as a part of her world.

(Dedicated to a friend)

The Song

In search of a song
For the mind body and soul
will it ever come along

Just a glimpse
Just a peep
just a shadow
Maybe a beep

The shallow rivers
the mountain ranges
The windy terrains
Through it all it travels
And reaches my deaf ears
Perplexes me and leaves me to tears
I feel the music and hear the touch
the lost 'I' seems to have found the universe

Humdrum

Entering with headphones on
The dancing,singing and humming in the work zone
The planning and updating with people and machines
Trying to fit in a weekly regime

The endless trials and tribulations
of trying to find solutions
The brainstorming and the mind-maps
And the in between coffee breaks

Channelising the thoughts while in bed
And then a message on whatsapp
the conversations and the late night chats
The lightness in the in-between gaps

Romancing the sun

The morning fresh and bright
As the sun slowly rises on the horizon behind the clouds
The rays shining over us as if blessings pouring out

The lazy beginnings with a cup of tea
Planning to get ready for work
The bathing and the dressing up
No time to look upon all the nature's perk

The shadows looking upon you in the afternoons
As if wanting you to slow down
To look at the lone sun
While it lasts
While the hours past

The longer shadows suddenly diminish in size
Calming the sun comes the moon to give some company
While the two are having a good time

Join in the stars and the sun decides to part
the warmth travels in a cool cart
The bright day with the mysterious night
The humbleness! Ah and the beguiling sight

Transformations

The sleek,slimy snake
wears its skin like a new wear
gets up all regenerated and renewed
after all the pain it bears

The caterpillar stays onto the ground
Until it is ready to transform itself
It turns into a butterfly
Reaching the sky it might never have dreamt

Everyday is a new day
Every day is a person changed
Everyday is a transformation
Everyday is a new story
Everyday a new poem

Circle of life

The innocence and playfulness of a kid
the fearless and shameless incredibility
The inquisitive and the curious mind
the always wanting to know the why

The adults instilling fear which they never knew about
Training to become adults of the world
The loss of questioning
The gaining on reasoning
The various manipulations
The wars and love lost

The becoming of adults
matter becoming more important than the mind
The 9-9 job
Feels like all the fun is robbed

The roads full of zombies
With nothing to have to think
Going out to work
Coming home to sleep
Families seem like a burden
Being single also feels all alone

Thinking everything has been figured out
Life goes on like this for eternity
Till one day comes the realization
That one is already 50
Has one lived or run behind money

And then one fine day
One again becomes a kid
Becomes a tantrum thrower
A beans spiller

The caretaker becomes the one needing care
The child becomes the parent and the parent becomes the kid

Sweet dreams

What do you dream of sweet child
Do you hear sounds in your sleep
do you see the eternal past
do you wonder about food you want to eat
or try to remember the faces amongst the strangers that we are

Search

What do you wake up to everyday
what do you think when you wake up everyday
Your job, the work, the everyday humdrum of life...everything...nothing
You work in a routine like a machine
And think something and nothing...


after all life ends at death
so we pass our time till death comes to us...by which I mean the physical one...
we try to search for meanings in our lives to make our life seem meaningful
but what really are we doing?
I say I am here to learn...what and what for?
Why the crave?
Probably because then I can talk and contribute...maybe because I just want to know everything...
To what?
For what?
Because it All leads to searching for something, for someone...for a connection...but why again?
Aren't we all alone in here?
What if there isn't a search...?
What do you wake up to everyday?

Meaning-less

A constant fight with the self
The inner voices and its multiple shelves
The yes and the nos
The highs and the lows

The fights with the fears
The inner demons brainwashing my head
The control of mind over its matter
Or is it the other way around?

The constant yelling and telling
The images of people in a slide show
The thoughts revolving and reaching back to square one
Is this what we have become?

Restlessness

The unrested mind
thoughts of the divine
the sleepless nights
memories of fragmented lives

The contrasts in the weather
the cold feelings and the hot summers
the unresolved conflicts playing on my mind like a broken tune
In these summer nights like an unhealed open wound.

Untitled again!

The parts of a whole
Come together for a specific role
From the unknown to be known
from inception to creation

The similarities in being different
Being together but still being absent
The longing and the desire
the waiting in the shire

Appearing and disappearing
the games that the mind is playing
Is it visions or is it reality
Is the mind living in whimsicality?

Uncovering

The everyday turbulence
The missing of silence
The waters from gargoyles
The flow as if a few more unspoken words


The eternal transformations and transcendence
The rapturing of the skin
the flesh in its open being
The bones covering the heart
the soul its incarcerated part

The long wait

The clouds like a veil covering the moon
while I watch it as if hiding from me

Night after night it grows smaller in size
As if upset for what I said
Till it decides one fine day to not turn up at all

But hear again I say
" no nights has been as dark as the darkest night today
For my heart and my soul seems to have been taken away...

I wait the next night for her to hear my plea
And euphoria!!!
There she shines again
waiting as she always does
And so do I....

On Death

What if I were to die today
Would I have lived my last day the same way
Would I have wanted to work
Would I have wanted to have my near ones by my side
Would I have wanted my ashes in the water
Would I have wanted people shedding a tear over me
Would I have really lived and died
Would I have thought of life lived
Of experiences gathered and not
Of people befriended and not
Of feelings requited and not
Of places travelled and not
Of sorrys not asked and pardons not given...

Elysium

Running towards the unknown
the darkness and then the sudden light
blinding the eyes and the memory of the non-existent
In there lies my salvation

the water falling from the mountains
the rivers flowing towards the sea
the sun shining for them all
and setting slowly for it doesn't want to leave

Here comes the moon
with all its mystery and its happy-sad tune
the misty eyes at the marvel of nature
here I stand...

Butterflies

Lying on the ground facing the sun I sit and lounge
and a certain exuberance flickers in my heart
I open my eyes to see
A sudden fleet of butterflies
With colors as bright as a rainbow
and with all their iridescence in the sunlight
like angels on the move


and suddenly there comes one
A young and a small one with red wings flapping as if having just transformed
Sitting on my shoulders
Slowly adjusting herself on me
As if there to give me company
Even if it is for a short while

And in that short while are stories exchanged as if nothing else matters
And then as if bidding adieu she leaves
And here I lie again
Thinking of having been blessed by the touch...

Der Innere Kampf

A constant fight with the self
The inner voices and its multiple shelves
The yes and the nos
The highs and the lows

The fights with the fears
The inner demons brainwashing my head
The control of mind over its matter
Or is it the other way around?

The constant yelling and telling
The images of people in a slide show
The thoughts revolving and reaching back to square one
Is this what we have become?

The School

shame, sadness, pessimism and depression
Come from the same institution
solitude, loneliness and desperation
Parts of the same generation

happiness and satisfaction are its competition
love and sanguine follow in action.

The walk

Empty eyes
Blank face
Invisible and emotionless

I walk down the road
With a thousand thoughts in my head
Staring blankly into space
stopped by a memory scar

A sudden change in the face
A tear from the eye leaving a trace
I wipe the tears from the eyes
And walk back on the unknown path

Paradoxes

The something in the nothingness
The loss in the gain
The pleasure in the pain
The silence in the words
The loneliness in the herds
The full stop in a comma
The clarity in times of a dilemma
The past in the present
The black and the white in the iridescent
I give you all
for there is nothing below and nothing above

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The Wait

The circle has once again started
Of beautiful beginnings and incredible endings

Will you be there when I call out your name
Or will you be hiding beneath waiting for me to find you

I find you and urge you to come out
I see you are scared
Is it me or my reflection
I wonder...
You run away and I try to follow
But there! I once again loose you

The day has turned to night
The wind is silent and the road towards darkness has begun
The moon and the stars shine upon me
And the one I loved
I sit by myself on this endless night
Waiting for her to return...

Confused Minds Tribal Spirits

Confused minds tribal spirits
Shadows merging eve beginnings


Freedom in submission
desire to run
Doubtful beings
confused minds tribal spirits
Closures and disclosures
Secrets unwinding
Fighting with self,
With the demons in my head
Acceptance and conflicts
nature and nurture
reminiscing and reorganising
reasoning and clarifying
being wiser and older
transparent and clear
seeing the light

Confused minds tribal spirits
wiser minds and nurtured spirits