Thursday, December 15, 2011

Quote of the month

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
- Buddha

Deep convulsions

At the break of day,
when the cuckoo lifted up a voice
pulling all afar from dormancy,
there ascended the red star
that blazed through the dimness
smiling from a cloistered corner.
It had the features of dismay
and gave a companionless glare
to the heavenly body that whirled around it,
it leered at us with awe
and strove to bury the overturned grin
which was acutely herculean.
The spheres abut asked the sun
"wherefore look'st thou sad?"
in a bothered infliction,
but the sun simply cloaked it's dejection
because anything at all it was swallowing
it learnt no one would assimilate.
It moaned when no one peered
it attempted to simper and
award hope to all and sundry,
but his faith was consumed
by contention and bloodshed
it had witnessed enough of malady and distemper.
It eyed a chiliad that cried
and jillions that died
yet couldn't screech to a halt but bemoan,
riff raff killed and died
extirpated their own livingplace
this left the sun unsettled.
It everyday went through discomfort
noting the residers of the globe
annihilate their own fellow mates,
heaps of carcasses cruised
through the red lake
and none was concerned.
The brightest star had seen the Earth
germinate from nullity
just like a little child,
it frolicked around negligently
and mothered
all the earthlings generously.
Perhaps the brainless earthlings
are over cold-blooded to comprehend
the works and deference it,
instead the mankind has made
all sins to despoil it
and has begun to axe the mother that nurtures them.
This concerns the sun
it has perceived it can do nothing
but blandly howl,
it knows none would sense it
because they have begun to envisage
and nail themselves in God's spot.
If you raise your bills,
give ears and scan the sun
you will hear it yowl,
for the blue marble,
for the warfares it has recognized
for all the affliction bred.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

To my bust friend

Sometimes I just take a load off and envision
how empty my animateness would have been,
if I had not been music's paramour,
and just a petty kin.
I would not have known a little about you,
about the bedraggled brain you have,
if you were not here with me till the end of the rain,
I would have remained in situ, halved.
Just like the liquid sunshine delivers chroma to the barren ground
and a preteen does to the ashen charta,
you have tinted my elan vital
with the most comely colors one can see.
My nucleus, my mind, my spirit
is like an open quarto to you,
only you can bury yourself in it and skim me meticulously
this makes our comity real gone.
I trot to you when I feel blue
because you know me the best,
and not to let slip from memory the sweetest part
remember, we share our vests?
The bickers we have had, I would forever exalt
I won't obliterate them ever,
because those were the only things
that succored our friendship be denuded.
My adulation for you will at no time kick the bucket
because you are out of the ordinary to me,
not a soul in days of yore has taken pain for me
as you do.
I long to have you till the end of time
I feel certain that I wont collide into anyone akin to you,
even though you stink like cow pies
I will never terminate my love for you.

For my bustfriend x

Friday, December 9, 2011


This is a lyrical thought I had Penned down a few months ago..

Wipe out the burns that beset inside of you,
bring to light the charlatan that lingers within you,
perorate the mots you have been sinking to opine,
divulge to the world you are not penitent to play your own character.
Push the truth and let it out,
push the fear out of your mind,
you are the king of your own fate,
be credulous to yourself, that's the only way.
Tribes come to rend you down,
don't be a scapegoat, not this time,
try to be tenacious because you're dauntless,
try to hold on to yourself, you can no longer be tamed.
Don't spin to uncover where you stand,
don't speculate yonder your existing state,
learn to be a combatant,
learn to be a survivor.