Walk Alone...

Walk Alone

I stand under the sky,
spreading my hands.
The cool breeze kiss me,
cuddle me with its tender hands.
I lay on the wet grass,
my hairs bathing with mud.
My body now wet and soiled,
raindrops descend from the sky,
just to clean me up,
and get me ready,
for the upcoming journey.
I get up and walk up the stairs,
then I see back to see myself,
with my eyes still closed,
lying on the ground,
and resting in peace.
I smile and continue my journey,
to the never ending eternity.
With angels by my side,
I was too happy to see,
the end of my lonely life,
but then suddenly,
the angels fly away,
leaving me behind all alone.
I smile at my fate,
turn back and walk alone,
once more with nobody,
with me on my side...

The Stellar Nights . . . .

Stellar Night

The DAY passes, arrives the beautiful NIGHT.

Laying on the grass I enjoy the charming sight, 

Of the stars beyond the clouds so high, 

I pass the night gazing at the DOTTED sky.

Walking BAREFOOTED, on the grass so neat, 

I enjoy the dew drops, KISSING myfeet.

At every glance changes the TWINKLING stars.

And excites my urge to FLY that far.

Enjoying the DEW and the steady cool BREEZE, 

The DANCING flower and the WAVING trees.

The BLOTTED moon and the stars so bright, 

I use to pass the STELLAR nights.

When all SLEEP, I ENJOY my life, 

Forget all PAIN inspite of all strife.

I love the stars, the grass and the trees, 

I wish this night never to CEASE.

Live Out Loud . . .

Live Out Loud

Scream or shout,
Just speak out,
Whatever you need to say,
It’s your life, your play.
Think of now and think it fast,
Empty your mind, forget your past,
Don’t dig up that dirt,
The memories that really hurt,
Just think of now,
And plan of how,
To make it interesting,
And be the king.
Man, just cry aloud,
Speak your heart out,
Scream, shout, just go mad,
Give a smile, it’s time to be bad,
World had killed a lot of good,
Try to be good, they surely would,
Dismantle and corrupt you,
So why wait? You should too,
Burn it, raise the heat,
Crush it under your feet,
Do the things you want to do,
No one should force you to,
Step in his shoes,
And make you loose,
Your identity, your name,
Remember, your life your game,
Jump up or roll on mud,
Be mature, don’t be a bud,
Rise up revolt and be free,
Let this barking world see,
What the thing you have been,
A destructor, a war machine,
Kill them or leave them your choice,
Speak up now, raise your voice,
Don’t be quite, just speak,
Let your voice touch the peak,
Let this tough world hear,
That the winner in you is here,
Pick up a gun,
fire it for fun,
its your life, live it your way,
kick the world, let them say,
forget your uncle, forget your aunt,
just do whatever you want,
do everything loud,
let your heart speak aloud,
just speak up what you feel,
rise up and show your zeal,
be different from the crowd,
my friend, just Live Out Loud . . .

Justice Justified . . . .

Justice

For a justice to be justified,

your thoughts have to be simplified.

To make a choice between two obligations,

truth and lies like dancing animations.

When your thoughts fight a lot,

to choose the good or to choose not.

Then pack up your complex mind,

and let your heart then find,

the truth in the truth,

the lie in the raising youth.

Only then you can do the justice,

when the truth you don't miss.

raise your voice and stand for good,

do everything, which you could.

Then the justice will be justified,

you complex mind now, Simplified . . . .

A Place We Can Go . . . .

Steps to heaven

The deeper part of the dark, 

Is when you cannot hear your heart.
Step by step you make amends,
choosing wisely, picking up friends.
Store bought tokens take you plans,
putting them in machines that make you dance.
What a country town that drags you down,
surrounded by people that makes you frown.
Speaking words that seem profound,
digging up dirt that should remain underground.
I am just a simple person that loves to lounge,
play the guitar and sing out loud.
But men try to crush me, tear me apart,
By snatching my tools and thrashing my heart,
Ditching my ways and putting up thorn,
Stepping on me and making me mourn.
I want to roam, I want to sing,
I want to fly spreading my wing.
Somewhere beyond life I want to reach,
A place where all rules I can breach.
Where I can be me and noone else,
where I can dance and sing as my heart tells.
A place where there is only light and no dark,
somewhere in this world I can hear to my heart.

Luck . . . .

Bad Luck

Everything's based on the LUCK, 

Many times it gonna SUCK, 

The happiness of your life, 

And it will make you STRIVE. 

Luck will make you cry, 

Till your end until you DIE. 

Your life is PRECIOUS, 

And you are gracious. 

You will try leading it well, 

And your luck will make it HELL. 

Take luck as a boon, 

And you will feel this soon, 

Luck can be good not always bad, 

It can kill the DIFFICULTIES you had. 

But don't ever RELY on luck, 

Or else it gonna stuck. 

You are your own BOSS, 

So you will never be in loss. 

You should be WISE, 

And your aim should be precise. 

Luck will put HURDLES on your way, 

For this I will only say, 

That my friend, never SELL your SOUL, 

Just keep your eyes on the GOAL.

Open Your Eyes . . . .

Open your eyes

Have you ever SEEN,

The WIND that blows?

Have you ever felt,

The cool water of BROOK?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never went to a VILLAGE,

Neither you want to go.

Have you ever compared your life,

With that of a ORPHAN child?

Have you ever thought of your MOTHER,

The mother who gave you life?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never CARED for others,

Neither you want to.

Have you ever felt,

The immense happiness that you get,

When you give a loaf of BREAD,

To a STARVING beggar?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never HELPED anyone,

Neither you want to.

Have you ever felt the JOY,

After you loose a fight,

And are teased,

By the WINNER?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never made any FRIEND,

Neither you want to make.

Have you ever HEARD,

The CHIRPING of birds?

Have you ever FELT,

The freshness of morning DEW?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never saw the real NATURE,

Neither you want to see.

You have seen nothing,

Nothing of this BEAUTIFUL nature.

You have felt nothing,

Nothing good in this beautiful LIFE.

You don't have TIME,

Time for any beautiful thing.

My friend, just take out some TIME,

Open up your SENSES,

& lie on the green & soft GRASS,

Then you will EXPERIENCE,

Experience the eternal BEAUTY of nature,

& then only you will feel,

That you have got EVERYTHING in life. 

Devil May Cry . . . .

Crying Devil

Deep inside the dark,

behind the ominous dog's bark,

the lonely devil cries,

after telling numerous lies,

his string heart feels weak.

he now wants to be meek,

coz the world now is more evil,

bigger and stronger than that devil.

lonely and currupted he now feels,

with burning emotions thah never heels.

depressed, distressed and demotioned,

he stands alone mistically stunned.

The cries from his pained heart,

is tearing the silence apart.

love is what he now needs,

to heal his heart which now bleeds.

tears from his helpless eyes,

shows us that a devil too cries . . . .

A Poem . . . .

Writing a poem

A poets rhyme that never rhymes,

a guilt rising after a chain of crimes.

A thought in mind lurking about,

a voice in heart craving to come out.

An un-understandable phrase,

that drives in a lot of praise.

A creative play of thoughts,

that can beautify even moon's blots.

An unbound flight of words,

flying high, higher than birds.

Some kind of unnurtured imagination,

its a person's emotional creation.

A voice from inside our soul,

a direction pointing to our goal.

A substitute of facial expression,

a written account of our emotion.

A justified creation of a crazy mind,

rarely born and hard to find.

Some creepy truth that rises fear,

or incomplete love that brings down tear.

An expression of the cries unheard,

a mental speech of a speechless bird.

A weapon with no explosive,

but a great damage which can give,

no bloodshed, just a hallucination,

which can destroy a whole nation.

The most powerful creation of a human,

which can eat up every devil, every demon.

A tool to make a dead speak,

it takes your emotions to a peak,

this is what I say a poem.

That is why I write 'A Poem' . . . .

Masterpeice . . . .

Masterpiece

With a brush in my hand, 

today I stand on the sand.

forth me is the waving sea, 

flying gulls and the shells so free. 

I stand their with a canvas blank, 

what to draw, my mind not frank, 

should it be a bird perching free, 

or just the scene in front of me? ? ? 

I don't know actually, what to do? 

Noones there whom I ask this to, 

oh great lord, please help me out, 

tell me what I should draw about? ? ? 

Apple falling on newton's head, 

or slepping beauty laying on bed? ? ? 

What to draw, I don't know, 

nor anyone's here to tell me so. 

Should I draw paris's Eiffel tower, 

or it be mona lisa taking shower? ? ? 

Hell and heaven I can draw, 

or the dreamland that I just saw. 

How about Taj Mahal of India? ? ? 

Or a man with some kind of phobia? ? ? 

Something great I want to draw, 

something which the world never saw. 

Something better than Leonardo sir, 

better than Mona Lisa, though I admire her. 

It can be as small as the buzzing bees, 

but it should be my MASTERPEICE....

Love Me . . . .

Love Me

I want to walk with you hand in hand,
without shoes, barefooted on beach sand.
I want to embrace you, hug you hard,
I want the world to pace up and time to retard.
I wish to live with you always,
and spend with you nights and days.
I promise to live for, die for you,
even to leave you alone if you want me to.
But please think of me, my beating heart,
its like a child, and not so smart....


Without you my heart is freezes & bleeds,
you are the one who can fullfill all my needs.
You are my love, you are my life,
but them too you hurt like a blunt knife.
You are so delicate, but too mean,
anyone like you I have never seen.
Why do you always try to ignore me,
as if you have never known me?
No reason for this I ever get to see,
but I believe, that someday you will understand me....

Downtrodden - A Creation Of Frustration . . . .

Downtrodden

Tell me my dear,

what should I do ? ? ?

Do you think I should,

hit you, thrash you,

crush you, or curse you ? ? ?

just tell me,

what should I do to you ? ? ?

You did all,

what you should not do,

to me, to my heart.

You took away from me,

everything you want.

And left for me nothing,

nothing at all.

you gave me things,

you don't need,

misery, pain and all.

A robber, a thief,

thats what you are.

But you gave me something,

something I had lost,

something I needed,

something I had urge for,

you gave me the rage,

the disasterous anger.

That gave me power,

power to fight you back.

so, I am coming,

to take back my things,

and to give you back,

whatever you gave me.

dipressed, distressed and disgraced,

today I am enraged,

burning hot in fury,

running wild in wrath.

ready to burn you alive,

or just stick a knife,

in you, in your heart.

Grind you or tear you apart,

tell me, just let me know,

a reason, why should I leave you alive ? ? ?

For using me more ? ? ?

Or pissing me off ? ? ?

Tell me what to do to you,

grind you, smash you,

bury you or burn you ? ? ?

or just let you,

to stab me on my back,

or should I go,

climb to a height,

and fall back from there,

and give up blood,

free up my soul,

and end up everything.

Just let me know . . . .

Dilemma Of Perception . . .

Dilemma of perception

The unknown dilemma of perception,

The in-heroic creed of jurisdiction,

THe unpathetic pathetic works,

Of the inhuman human lurks.

Creepy darkness of the blinded sense,

The boiling heat behind the fence,

The frozen fire in the warrior,

Guilt-free crime rising the fear.

The unknown, unwanted human creation,

Is giving rise to the animated destruction.

Homo-Sapiens busy running the death race,

With no time to admire the infant face,

OF the freedom, with the broken heart,

Stepped upon and torn apart . . . .

The timeless time running past,

The heartless heart beating fast,

Countryside dirt better than townly filth,

Bewaring our minds of its falling health.

Something unpleasant crawling to happen,

So I took out the ink and my pen,

To warn you of the upcoming calamity,

Unnatural, but with great surity,

Which if trigerred will be unstoppable,

Ones executed, will be unbeatable,

A creation of human mind,

To stop it some method we should find.

The unrespected me in us we should awake,

And crash the attitude, the show off just a fake,

Wake up the human, the warrior within,

A new revolution, we have to begin,

To begin this world one new mesaage we need to send,

With this line my rhyme comes to an end . . . .

Ashoka - The Warrior Becomes Meek . . .

Emperor Ashoka

"Oh! king of the kings, my emperor"
said the minister witha sign of terror,
"Kalinga still remains uncaptured,
Its still a free perching bird."
"What's the problem, let it be free,
it's a tiny nation why don't you see?"
said the emperor with great wisdom.
then the minister spoke with respect some,
"Your father led a quest,
and tried out his best,
to capture that nation,
and bring it in relation,
but he got badly defeated."
hearing this ashoka's mind beated,
He pulled out his sword,
"I swear in name of good lord,
that filthy nation I wil crush,
pull you weapons, we have to rush.
Wake your army, the elephants, the horses,
and lead a quest, with huge forces,
against that evil dictator,
swear on the name of the creator,
that either we win or else die,
shout this loud, give a cry.
let those enemies know,
and bow their heads low.
Let them shiver with terror,
and se the rise of a warrior,
just put your heart and soul,
to bring that state in our control.
Let's step on those filty insects,
and crush the nation which infects,
our self respect, our prosperity,
just shoe them our cruel hospitality."
Thus spoke the enraged king,
whose rhymes we noe sing.
The great emperor, noble Ashoka,
whose name is capable to invoke,
courage and power to fight,
who had enormously large insight.
His army took up arrows and bows,
and settle themselves in proper rows,
with aroar they set on a war,
with Kalinga, a state to far.
Two powers met over at fields,
and swords tore enemies shieds.
Thousands of soldiers fell down dead,
many laid down without a head.
The city drowned in a flood,
flowed down in river of blood.
many mothers lost their son,
many saw their last sun,
hundreds of soldiers lost their lives,
city saw many mourning wifes.
A decision due to Ashoka's rage,
led a great war to engage,
which resulted in a great destruction,
and thousands of mind sdrowned in frustration.
even after these great massacres,
kalinga didn't call back the attackers,
so the war still didn't end,
more soldiers Ashoka did send.
more blood dropped on the fields,
city saw more broken shields.
At last a head fell down,
and Ashoka picked up the crown,
king of kalinga had fell down dead,
and slept forever on his death bed.
Then the emperor gave a sigh of relief,
after dropping a montain of grief,
on the native, the citizens of kalinga,
who once merrily used to sing,
the energetic songs of life,
and were never afraid of knife,
now shivered at name of war.
And were afraid of going to far,
away from their house their home,
coz the armoured soldiers roam.
They were afraid of getting killed,
this fear in mind Ashoka had build.
Then Ashoke came to examine the city,
seeing its condition he felt pity,
drops of tear fell from his eyes,
everyone saw that a emperor too cries.
mercy now dwelled on his merciless face,
dissatisfied and disillutioned by his kingdom chase,
he knelt down and picked some mud,
his hands stained red, full of blood.
He ordered his men to retreat,
and he fell down on queens feet.
"Oh good lady! I am the one,
who killed your husband, and your son,
I know I can't be forgived for the crime,
the deed I have done, but with passing time,
I will try to make up for what I have done,
this is my promise, I swear of the sun,
If you want to punish me, take this sword,
chop my head, and give it to lord.
I was out of my mind to do such a thing,
but I swear, soon prosperity I will bring,
The great lord Buddha I will preach,
peace, prosperity and serenity I will teach."
hearing this spoke the queen,
"A warrior like you, I have never seen,
an hour ago you had thirst for kingdom,
and now you talk of great wisdom.
I never saw a heart so pure,
no other king ever tries to cure,
the pain and misery they use to bring,
rather they force their peaple to sing,
songs of their greatness and thier name,
which brings them a lot of fake fame.
Ashoka, your name will also rise,
above the clouds, above the skies.
coz kings like you are born very few.
that is why today I forgive you . . ."
After that the warrior became meek,
King Ashoka went away to seek,
teachings from the buddhist sages,
who had been in peace for ages.
Later he returned a just and wise king,
whose name till now we use to sing,
A emperor who preached non-violence,
who in him had a great balance,
of power and wisdom, Ashoka was the king,
for whom today, this rhyme I sing . . .

Beachly Beauty . . . .

Alone on beach

I stand beneath the sky,

my hands open wide,

seeing the gulls flying high,

the beautiful nature by my side.

The salty waves of the sea,

wash away my mortal feet,

algea and moss, down I see,

wet but warm by the solar heat.

Far away from the town,

from those noisy streets,

I sit on the natures crown,

where serenity and peace meets.

stones and stars on the beach sand,

decors my footprints left behind,

I pick them up by my naked hand,

saving those moments in my urban mind.

I see that undernurtured nature,

tortured and pained, for a long time,

to preserve this beauty in literature,

Today I write this rhyme . . . .

Be A Rebel . . . .

Crushed & shattered today we mourn,

Truthless & lifeless like a stone.

Kicked & thrown by the passerbyes,

No one's there to hear our cries.

We see no day, no light,

There's night and only night.

Just a ray we wait to see,

Ray of hope that one day we will be FREE.

Unable to bear any more the burden,

We fight and chains on us harden.

More powerful than us the dominators have been,

But we can't quit, nor we are able to win.

The enemy is strong but all will be vain,

Coz we have nothing to loose, only can gain.

We now know that the world is a HELL,

To survive here we'll have to be a REBEL.