Notorious Noises

The sounds inside my head

That roars like an old wagon

Creaking and groaning

Shuttled to and fro my both ears,

My hands acted reflex

Shutting it tight closed

But then it again laughed

Like a mischievous witch,

It penetrate thorough

The tiny holes and gaps

Through which the water

In my palms always leaked,

I longed for the silence

For the peace of the peacefulness

For I want to run away

To that far that the voices

Would finally find me lost forever…

The journey to MY within

I closed my eyes hard

To find the perfect place to calm

The viciously bubbling blood

That would arouse the lunacy 

Of killing and harming the souls

Wandering for mercy and help,

I jumped and leaped through the

Darkness of grasses outgrown

Parting a few from their clusters close

I searched for waterfalls and cloud nine

A point like safe heaven

Where I can unleash the

Burdens of curses from the poor

Harmed in gullible actions of mine,

The run reached me in a black hole

Where a rhythmic sound played

Of air and a thump that beat

Like a symphony never heed,

The darkness darkened 

It made me warm and cold, both

I felt safe and unnoticed

For it behaved like a room of my own

The insistence of explorations stopped

And I became aware that

I am finally at my destination

And the constant run for nothing is over…!!

The Wanderer

I wander from the coasts to the shores

Trekking from the downhill of my memories

To the peaks of unreal ecstasy

Walking through the muddy roads

Setting trails for the rest to track,

I acquired lands after lands

Letting my soul to be seated on

Which never was content

And I continued on the journey

Storing the immaculacy of

This world could ever bequest,

In the safe shell inside

My hidden box of miracles

My wishes craved for more of it

The unseen sceneries and milieus,

But then I realized my mistake

Of leaving a trail for my adherents

Who I never thought would

Burn the lushes in to ashes

And leave the world ripped off

Like shattered pieces of a glass

Fallen and scattered on the ground

Pointing sharpness that signs

The pain to be suffered,

Beauty is to be tasted

But never to be wasted

The lust is treacherous

That would crush every grace

And tomorrows to come will

Receive you with the thorns

Those, the only left untouched

And all the pain that would offers

Is yours…Just yours..!!

The Colourless Raiment

They were packed in red and blue

Some in white some in green

And some other in grey and yellow

But would tore it open you see

All the same some seeds rational

It will swell it will bulge it will break

Indeed all behaves like same

Like the paddy field in wind

Swaying to one side in union

Wither together like they are

Connected from the underneath

So as the human in different skins

Once cut through the flesh

Reveals red meat that bleeds

It’s far abstentious for the healthy heads

To keep the fungus of racist thoughts

For the skin in white and red and black

Is only the temporary Raiment

For you to be protected from

The heat cold and pressures of Life

The coal that burns through

The vain that spread like the

Roots that route to the core of the race

That’s reinforced by the stones of

Blood, urine, stool and semen

That looks, smell and act alike

Outer beauty may differ

But the inner is packed

With the mixture of same ingredient…

Simply Love

The shocks that’s produced

When my fingers touched you

The air that sways in

When you reappear

The opera that breaks out

Whenever you laugh

This is why I call it

The magical conquest- Love

That always made it

Feel like in heaven above

Where the white doves flutter

Dedicating their lives for their love

Receiving, giving and adoring

Harmoniously evermore...

The Wait

We wait from the womb

To get out to the freedom of the world

We wait for our age

When we can join our siblings to school

We wait for the time

When the love of our life accepts us

We wait for the day

When our graduation scores are announced

We wait for the moment

When we are granted a suiting job

We wait for the date

When we can wed our girl/man

We wait for the day

When we finally see our child’s first smile

We wait for the day

When he stand on his own without our support

We wait for the day

When he shows his ability and succeeds

We wait for the day

We become someone’s grand parent

And finally we feel enough and satisfied

That we wait for the day to join the supreme soul

Life is about experiencing every stages of it not giving up at the failures that pop up on the way

Failure is mandatory for only then you know what success is

Give a try to what that pulls you down and still it refuse to be defeated, leave it and move on

Sometimes taking a diversion from the usual road is sensible, because it may gift you some unexplored scenes

Live Life Long, as long as it allows you to follow…

Thoughts of The Past

Stacks of my thoughts

Leaked like the grains

From a worn out sack

Of insidious craves

Heaped up like an unseen mount

Hard to climb that no one tries,

It swept away and scattered

In the unbreathable air

Gradually summed up

Like the grains of magnet

Formed back like a dome of rust,

None defied any separated

Cripple ones were carried

And the blind ones were controlled

But not even the half dead

Were left unwanted or shoved,

My heart wished to salvage

In the purest holy waters

From them, the misery and pain

That would follow me as if

They are born as my twin,  

I shook my head

I tap it forth and back

But it stayed stick

As a pavement of rock

Where the mud under my boot

Will always accumulate

Which will grow one day

From the tiniest hill to the peak
Like a sedimentary mountain…

Surplus Utopia

It painted the sky orange

The setting suns surplus

The delaying dying shades

Warming up the spirits

Like a steaming hot tea

When the zest is down,

Local children laughed in glee

Leaving the burden of knowledge

From their aching shoulders

Down on the dirty ground

Falling and rolling up

Like stacks of tangled bones,

Insects of hysteria flies back to nestle

Before the darkness darken

And the man tend to cease

The inexorable mechanism

Of the malicious system

To wander back to the utopia

To the point where they stopped

Just after the neon light

Knocked the lids of the eye at dawn…

Temptations Forbidden..!!

A pool formed in my mouth

Like a sea of greedy waves

I gulped it every single time

Like a thirsty vampire

Ethereal delicacies danced

Like the fairies do ballet

Mousses macaroons and scones

Custards cakes and creams

Trifles, tarts, tortes and

Pastries of various vogues

But then temptations are bridled

By the bodily dysfunctions

Every likes are tied tight

Every desire is shunt

For repelling those, remains

The only open way

The ruby at the core

The torch of my Life

The fuel of my cycle, red

Toxified by my actions unscrupulous

Blames shower like an acid rain

Corrosion my outer and inner

That made my days becomes inert

And nights long and sleepless

No, this won’t stop me

For so long I knew

Cause sweetness is in me

I carried it from my longest pasts

I cannot forsake it

But would retain it

I will bring me back

I will purify me

But never would forbid

Myself from the reassuring

Temptations that born with me
Cause I am delicate and I love delicacies... :) :) :) 

Silvering Strings..!!

She squeezed her eyes

To fix the blurry and unclear sight

The morning rays made it

Even harder for her to spot

The charm of the mocking world

Lying in its every single instinct,

The senility had taken away

Her dancing blushing youth

Leaving a chunk of dried leaves

In the chest unexquisite,

It can be crushed into

A powder of futility

That can be mouth blown

In the air like a sickening dust,

Her silver strings of hairs

Shed like a tree in the autumn

Waiting the numbness of winter

To spread the freeze through her veins,

Helping her from the vain

Lifting her up to place

Not allowing decaying

For the worms to nosh

Not letting the vicious fire

To have an additional prey

But stay this way

Like a sculpture gray

Becoming the testimony

Of an eccentric epoch…

Hymns of Love

Something fizzled

In my ears

A lyric unclear flown

From farthest horizons

Uncovering the silence

In to the melting melody

From a golden lyre,

I was awake but asleep

The husky singing continued

Like the sound of the fresh rain

Am I in heaven or above that?

I wondered like a confused lamb

A whiff of air warm stroke my face

Slithered from there to my undone curls 

That startled me like a surprise bell,

With half opened sleepy eyes

I see your face in a smudge

My hands wished to cup it

Your pale white face with that messy hair

Your mouth moved softly

Knitting the melody of my dreams

The lullaby cradling my thoughts

Lived, alive and to be born,

It made me drowsy like drugged

Dragging me back to the

Rocks at the waterfalls

Where rainbows make a bridge

Connecting the reality to the conceptual

I had your arms there

To learn on and walk along  

The seven colored wonder path

Listening to the play of

Your never ending hymns of Love…