If you are the moon,
I would ask- the full or the new?
As one brings hope of light and its dark
And other is bright but lives hours so few
If you say you are a rose
Bits of sweetness......mixed with sour tastes of life......giving it new dimensions
If you are the moon,
I would ask- the full or the new?
As one brings hope of light and its dark
And other is bright but lives hours so few
My pieces, not one but many
I was scattered every where
Splashes of tears, bullets of words
It was more bloodier than I can share!
The closest arm would cast a blow
And arrows that tongues fired
It was hell than the Devil's own
I was the Child it never sired!
I could hardly cry, or even speak
All of it was so much of shock
My lips, though smirked at times,
At my fate and it wonderful mock!

As my sculptors hammered to break me down
Each blow showed me reality's face
I ran then, to save my soul
Leaving behind their sophisticated grace
Wild was more appealing and real,
With my bareness so acceptable
I could be me as much as I wished
Everything was so natural
I just had dreamt of orchards and trees
All to grow in my wilder woods
But I am now dragged back to war
Without arms or combat boots!
I stare at sky as I head to leave
With packed bag and rolled-up bed
Now, am going back to same war zone
Sometimes living is uglier than the death!
The curse is what I wear as my crown
I am taking chance, leaping up and fly
I joke with issues and problems are my friends
Questions get answered
And yet you get lost
Hippies turn more rational
A life worth living
Voices get lost in throat
Yet there is shrilling scream in your head
You don't know which way to go
And with directions you are lost
You have crowd hanging about
And you are alone
There is nothing charming in malls
And you go for dark cloud with flickering stars
Cold nights appear warmer
Alien beds seem cosy
You detest the thing you call home
And all who claim you yours
You look around
May be a hug will do
Or a greeting smile from strangers
They make your day
But the claims of belongings
The right of suggestions
The known and understood faces
More hostile, more strangers
May be lost within the known crowd
Rebelling against peace and harmony
Ripple against the calm lake
And hail in midsummer day
They make you adult
Losing yourself is yes what it is about
Losing yourself from them to be found out by you
Known and more understood than you do today
If so, let the ripples be created
Let me get lost in the crowd
But this time keep your map with yourself
Let me find the way!!!

I wish could steal your cloak
Divine and royal as it seems
Does it really make me disappear
For me to go for hiding?
I shall then hang around for a while,
Unknown to any single soul
And catch you before you deny
Whenever you play so fowl!
I shall then hardly ever appear
Because I am set to escape
All that pains and wound I bear
More than I can scream for help
Then I shall run way so far
Moorlands and woods left unexplored
Finding somewhere, someone
Who makes me feel I too am adored
My eyes moisten as I write this words
Wishing for your cloak so divine
Will it help me find an escape route
And tell me its gonna be fine!
I am a horse black or white
Weak and hurt down the knees
Laying in the dark stable
Waiting for my release
I have hardly seen any sun,
Since the time I was a colt
Other than those peeping rays
Dancing through those crack and hole
You reined me since I was of month
Thinking you could use that cart
But I was meant for wilderness
Now a horse who lost the war
I dreamed of breaking those reins
Growing wings of my own
Whatever colour may they be
But to fly till any wings have flown
I once or twice flapped those wings
Eager to see those green woodlands
And had jumped and flied few times at least
Before you slaughtered them with your hands
I have quit to dream anymore
No more I hope to grow my wings
Realising I am meant to pull those wheels
And to live as a lonely being
You love to drag me all muddy way
I pull your 'tuk-tuk' with all my might
And I have dreamed of running race!!!!
Now you have restricted my sight
Hurt and tired here I lay
Ending another day of slaughted dreams
Hope the rays dance all the same
When tonignt old moon smiles and beams
I screamed all night
Infact, nights to be exact
I called every name I knew....
Frantically whispered to the sky
Yet no hand came to pull me out,
No one to clear away my doubt....
This assured me I will die...
Death not so glorified!!!!
It is no fun to hang on...
on little twig so fragile,
and yet to realise its only thing
That your doomed life depends
Amid of so many logs so strong
just a rotten straw to save your life
And in chilling water as you fight,
Searching in black hole for some light
You know nothing worked and no one came
It was hard now to hold those muffled cries
They burst with such an agony
Breaking clouds into darting tears
And I remembered how you had swam away
That pulled me down from gut
The urge to save myself started dying out
The voice of giving up getting loud
Then I released throttling the little twig
letting him to breathe in long time
The whirlpool of water swept and swirled me around
As if singing me some lullaby
Soothing the wounds and wrapping me in its arms
Whispering as if promising me heal my pain
I raised my arms and surrendered once for all
To my now true friend- death- realising my final call!!!!
We shall raft in untested, unknown waters,