Wen its my courtyard that has snow

I was buried and I asked for hand
You said wait i will warm mine n lend
I was frozen, but yes I waited
But the helping hand was never sent

You wont be expected
No por favors now
Y bother u to clean up my pathway
Wen its my courtyard that has snow

The blindness

New day u promised, but same old darkness
Same capsules of truth, same bitter-sour taste
I wonder if it was me or it was my heart all the same
To trust that I would see the light in my blindness

No lights,  I know, the bulbs mock at me
Televisions they sneer
And radios laugh at what they see
A cracked bowl of hope, that is bound to leak

I tried to weave dreams, when you described me the lights
When you moved some feathers and flew some kites
Yeah, but now in this pitch dark I stare at vacuum
And try rubbing out the blindness, the pitch black doom

And now I lay, in same old corner
With same old stick near that smelly burner
Yet I am like a shadow beneath it,
It lights the room, but never do we meet

But who are you? The burner or the stick
Burner I guess, because it is not me that you miss
You search for the dancer, who would dance with your flames
And meet with your rhythms, play in your games

I would settle for the stick, you can now cease to light
Either way you may burn, with all your might
The darkness would cover me as quilt
With many pains and some guilts

So leave now me to this blindness
Leave and go join her in her dance
I will lay and try to sing along
Though it may be my swan song!!

The jigsaw

The pieces I join, no not of the jigsaw
Some big chunks, some tit bits here and there
I search each of them, for making a bigger picture
What are they I wonder, so badly torn to bits
With shredded and scratched parts
So badly beaten and torn apart

Some places I could feel the pulses
Some places had been smeared with tears
What could have gone so bad for these bits
To be so badly hurt and in pain
As if it was speaking my heart
And reflecting my inner self

Then, when I was mid way to joining
I realised what it was
Then I knew why it reflected me
My pain and wound so beautifully
I was joining together my own heart, torn in 1000 pieces
And trying to sew it together without knowing how badly torn I was!!!!

Poetic journal- a camouflage of emotions

Poems are in fact, the camouflage to feelings, where you can hide behind the rhymes and symbols, creating maze of words and entertaining yourself as well as the one who reads in puzzles of wordy illustrations. This is what I usually do, I write and hide behind it. It is more easier to express when it is not obvious, when you do not have to utter exactly the words that you want to communicate and yet you can get the message conveyed. 

But then, they are even symbol of confusion, depicting your nervousness and anxiety, your happiness and when you find it hard to believe it is happening. It is just like invisibility cloak of Harry Potter- smooth, silky and of exclusive quality and so intelligently woven that you can completely hide yourself yet be there. It is, in short, escape route, a vent to your raging emotions- good or bad. 

I have noticed myself, instead of filling pages of diaries that I previously did, I rather opted for rhyming my thought and coordinating my emotions with the words I typed, in short and abstract sentences shapes bluntly filling the lines of this blog. I wrote when I was heart broken or extremely happy, when I dreamed and when I thought I was falling short of one. It was sometimes very dark and blue and sometimes as vibrant and jovial to my readers, but for me it was the colour of shades that I wore in my heart and bore in my mind that very moment. Some poems are infact kiddish, some too abstract but each and every one of them are like daily journals of my life. 

I tried to keep them simple yet I filled them with symbols, you can imagine snowy day but it would be hard to depict the chill running through my thoughts when I scribbled every words. It is not just about me I write, I write about every freaking stupid stuff that moves me, makes me pensive or insure a giggle out of my throat. The words I write are my vision, my emotions are my sight and things I write- the final ones are my painting. I am yet to be Picasso, no I am not even near by him but I never wanted to be him. All I wanted was to share- either by poems or by scribbling of thoughts, writing the dimensions of complexities that I tangle myself with every day and I wish to continue it, forever. 

Leaving home!

I shall leave with memories behind
No footprints so that you can look
My images will then rush in your heart
But be never printed in any book

I am leaving a place called home
Not for it was warm with a roof
But for few hearts that brought me back
When I was running wild and aloof

Not that I am not glad to leave
Some shadows and some lurking souls
But more than that I am sad to lose
Few hands that I willingly hold

These strings that pull my heart
These feelings that move some tears
May be I made more friends than I thought
And more of those loving dears!!

As I pack my suitcase and tie my lace
I turn back to see what I left
But before you make me promise
I won't try paying back your debt!

The Mechanic!

Beer's perfume and lotion of grease

Not a candy boy you see on ramp
Smoking all night, changing wheels

His nights are day and has the sun for lamp!

He plays with spanner and chews a screw

Picking his teeth with copper wire
Pulls up those masts and mends the ship

His love, the only thing he ever admired

He is ruthless and sings loathing songs

As he changes the engine's comatose fate

Sleeps in its laps and sings lullaby

As if it were his some fancy date!

He is no maker and rather mends the things

And takes pride at his blue collar
He defies to rise and keeps his tag

Puffing tobacco wrapped in that new green dollar!

Mr. I-Won't-Never

Mr. I-Won't-Never had a wall 

E-Ya E-Ya O

But he never added friend over there

E-Ya E-Ya O

And he never ever took his call

E-Ya E-Ya O

Though he had two numbers shared to all

E-Ya E-Ya O

Mis call here, miss call there...

Miscall miscall everrrrrrrywhere

Mr. I-Won't-Never loved Heineken Beer
E-Ya E-Ya O
And roasted chicken he never shared
E-Ya E-Ya O
Mosquito coil was all that he cared
E-Ya E-Ya O
And his anger was all that he cheered
E-Ya E-Ya O
Angry here Angry there
Blindly angry everywhere

Mr I-Won't-Never held record changing wheel
E-Ya E-Ya O
But he never paid his cable's bill
E-Ya E-Ya O
He felt so much of BIG DEAL
E-Ya E-Ya O
And takes more than a week to chill
E-Ya E-Ya O
Shouting here, shouting there
Screaming in my scared two ears!

I choose to be poor!

Silver was for spoon

Bed made of gold

I had everything you would wish for

More than a king could hold

Ferrari was my mower 

Bentley to take me school

Yet I chose for my ten toes

Though you would call me a fool!!!

Dollars no longer tore my shirt

Nor did cheques burden me
Street vendors dazzled me more than malls

And I fell out of love with the Lee

It liberated my soul, I guess

For I loved the frost, wind and scorching sun

Ways of poor lured me out

And made me take this wilder run

I now, Dear Dad, would live this life

You can keep the green stack for our own

'Coz this is how I want to look at the sky

Exploring more than you have ever shown

For this makes me what I want to be

A fisherman rejoicing in his fiery shore

I dot to swim till I get to sea

though born rich, I thus choose to be poor

I want to find my own little stream

Through which I shall boat to the shore

I want to turn the page and earn every dime

I was born rich but I now choose to be poor

Soul contract!

Can I trade in crossroad, I ponder
My soul for you to live
Will you miss me, I  then wonder
For truest of love, I always give

Or shall you go to the rosy dames
Who lost your heart many times
And some of them who dug your pockets
Till they tricked you out of every dime!

Leggy babes and lashing tongues
Smoking fire as they burn
Shall give you company as you pick
Queuing up for their heavenly turn

You will be pleased, I am sure
But will you ever miss these lousy lips
That ever spoke out is you name
When they were lost in passionate kiss

I don't know if you will know these eyes
When they shall pass in crowded street
Or shall you give me a vacant stare
Ignoring there's more than eyes can meet?

I wonder my love, all this time
As I sign my soul for your breath
You shall live and fall in love again
When I shall succumb to the death




Still when you trade heart for love again
Will you ever dream of my freckled face
With teary eyes and longing smile
Calling you for the last embrace?

The colours

Bright blue yellow pink
Melt down in my sink 
And they I realise
So colourful otherwise

Giggles, smiles and chirpy laugh
But why my heart does it half
I wonder all the time
All that couldnt be mine

Through the colour
And the Rainbows
Through the chords
Or voices of the strings

Through the veins
when Message pass
You are happy
More than you could ask

Look on, check out
In spam or trashed out
Where are they
The lil texts they would sayyyyy..

Smileeeeee on...and this shall pass
Hold one and you will make
Don't give up but can I know
What you said bout walk on cake??

I wonderrrrrrr, the colours
As they dance awayyyy
Could it be, the colours that
Neverrrrr came my way!!!