Ripped Apart

I have no idea what the world is coming to,

A 12 year old executed in broad daylight,
Five bullets ripped him through...
What did he do to deserve such a plight?
The end of a tunnel with no light.

One bullet for the nations pride,
Second bore hole in humanity,
Third tattered the faith off mankind,
Fourth screamed cold blooded murder,
The fifth and he breathed his last.

As the cold winds in his face blew,
The look in his innocent eyes,
Butchered before he even knew,
Blue skies or just blatant lies,
I have no idea what the world is coming to...



PS: With reference to the article
http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/govttrade-unions-talks-fail-stir-as-scheduled-on-feb20-21/article4425222.ece?homepage=true

The Lost Spark

I once knew a girl,
Bubbly, smart with dreams in her eyes,
Wanting the same things as I do.
To live life with a zing,
To have an identity of her own,
But suddenly out of the blue,
She had to bid her dreams adieu,
The ones she wanted to pursue.

Because a wonderful thing happened,
She married and left everything behind,
Starting her life in a new avenue.
And all her dreams were sealed in a box,
And I waited for her to open it again,
The core essence of a person doesn't change.
I thought may be she's keeping her dreams in queue,
After all marriage is one of the best things to happen to you.

Gradually she kept throwing things out of her life,
Started with her thoughts,her hobbies,her dreams.
And I kept on urging her to not lock herself in..
To not suffocate herself from within.
Apparently she says that's the right thing to do,
Everyone's happy she said, knowing it's not true.

We live in a place where,
If a woman is independent,
Its assumed she is over smart.
If she has her own mind,
She is supposed to be bold.
If she is serious about career,
She won't be a good mother.
If she has a passion for a hobby,
She doesn't give time to family.


We live in a hypocritical place,
In a sonorous labyrinth of ideologies,
And she got lost in it..
Instead of living the amazing journey,
The journey just made her give up every part of her,
For a destination which is a myth.
Succumbed to the point that I don't recognise her..
Not sad, but neither does she have a happy glow,
In a relationship where they both are supposed to grow,
But she is covered in a thick carpet of snow
And I am hoping for all that I know,
That the snow will soon melt,
And she will come out of the shadow..

Sunscreen On The Moon

A place where there is hope,
A place where there is light,
Where silence sings into space....

Where is this place you ask?
Somewhere high up the slope..
Or somewhere to climb with a rope?

It is a sacred plain which causes delight,
Where a million stars twinkle at night.
An alluring invincible fortress at place,
A beacon of radiant hope to embrace...
A place with no crevices in time,
A place which might be the perfect paradigm..
Wrapped in the cocoon of enchanting silence,
In between life and light,it is full of suspense.
An epitome of mystery, metaphor, love and fiction,
A timeless beauty to be moon struck with intoxication.
Different version it takes every single day,
A bite of it without fail somebody takes away.
Bright and dark; beautiful and non existent,
It is too near and yet,too far and distant.


In dream airlines an exquisite voyage to the moon,
Like a silver surfer to surf across the moon.
Every single day it suffers from the sun's wrath,
Nevertheless it continues solely on its own path.
May be to apply some sunscreen on its dry surface,
Prevent it from getting tanned and losing its pearly grace!!

A Reason

Do we always need a reason ?

A reason to believe..
A reason to trust?

Logic builds the reasoning,
An impulse refutes the logic.
You can't argue, you can't question,
Sometimes it's just easy to accept.

To accept that there are times when music goes into space,
The kaleidoscope of patterns don't leave an image.

That words have no meaning until you give it to them,
That the most small things can bring a smile,

That an Utopian way of life needs continuous adjustments.

That sometimes tears don't need a reason,
To accept that two parallel lines shall only meet at horizon.
That uninhibited laughter won't take you to treason,
That a White maruti omni is ominous without reason.

That Murphy's law shall never cease to apply,
That bulls eye doesn't mean a bull in eye,
Pet peeves cause annoyance,but you don't know why.

That hatred can be ignited just by a spark,
But difficult to keep the spark of love..
Even though it should be the other way round,
But they both speak in the silence of sound..

And you still are left searching for a reason,
Because it is just difficult to accept,
That sometimes acceptance is the key,
However much you hate to disagree.

Happy New Year

Of party invitations there is no dearth,
I think I am the most boring person on earth.

All I prefer is to go straight home,
Instead of having drinks full of foam.

I am a lazy person you can say,
Be new years eve or dooms day.

I wouldn't care a centipedes shit about some party,
Loud music,sweaty people is not exactly  dandy.

Exposure to loud music dislocates my brain,
Disintegrates it to finest level of molecular grain.

Zooming motorbikes and bellowing cars,
Surrounded by rings of jupiter and heavy stars.

Gosh! I am missing so much of fun,
Sob..I mean it with no intended pun.

Quiet place, few people quality time..
Senseless fun for no season or rhyme.

Yep, I am a lost cause with no hope,
You are free to hang me by a rope.

Antithesis Views

I command my brain,
Absolutely no more thinking,
Go sit in a quiet corner,
Shut up and meditate.

Hah! it laughs and floods all the thoughts in,
In a frenzy the thoughts party with chaos and din.

May be it's a matter of heart I analyse,
And I command my heart to step in.
Ask it to reshuffle and align  the pot pourri of thoughts,
'I just pump blood & such tasks are beyond my forte' it says!

The brain, the heart; the mighty powers fight to seize control,
Aaaaah! The dichotomy between the north and south pole.

I give up and decide I will do what I have to do,
The superpowers can continue to bicker,but I will move on,
Dancing on the edge and deciding on which side to fall,
It's pretty easy, I am just gonna toss and take a call.

I decide to bank on destiny and put an end to the cacophonous spat,
The burden lessened as though a brick was removed from under the thinking hat.

And just as I was about to do a free fall,
The brain and heart together got a stroke,
Within a jiffy they arrived at a common conclusion,
Ending the cacophony which existed a moment before.

    Well now, the brain said 'I win',

    The heart said ' You Lose'.

    ' I don't care', said the head,

     To which it's foe said 'Yes, you do'.

    Idiots I say! Such antithesis views,

    For once just stop to confuse and amuse!!

The Fall

The moment you start to do things to please others,
That's the moment you begin lying to yourself.
The aim being to marinade others of your fake charm,
And to constantly assure yourself that's causing no harm.

Well if the elementary reason for doing something is wrong,
Oh oh.. The dominoes are surely gonna fall,
Humpty Dumpty on his butt will have a great fall

Building castles on unsteady wooden logs,

Extravagance reeking out from everywhere,

The aim being to brag and parade with pomposity,

To portray a self image all shiny and pretty. 

If the reason to acquire power and be someone is wrong,
Oh.. Oh the dominoes are surely gonna fall.
The London bridge on your head is so gonna fall.

A little pretense, a twist to the truth..
A half truth here and a half lie there,
The aim being to fit in someone else's shoes,
It's between who you are and what you choose.

Well, the reason is not strong,

The justification is all wrong...

A butterfly effect in the long haul,

The dominoes are surely gonna fall..

They are so..so gonna fall,

And then whom will you call?