Classification

And I don't know why,
They go on and classify -

They brand me Alien,
I ain't of their origin;
I am not coloured,
My hulls unlike painted;
I am a rowdy ruffian,
I do not fit in their culture;
When they are at wits end,
I am condemned a moron;
My tongue is sheer nonsense,
Their's full of reason and tense;
Their success attributes to hard work,
Mine is outcome of favoritism.

Then does Truth on me lower,
It is just a mad rush for power,
Nothing & none is cosmopolitan.
And I get it pretty clear,
As an alien I must fear,
But on Mars: it will be my turn to jeer.

Overwhelmed

How very generous,
When the loved leaves
Disappointments – countless,
Questions – countless,
Generosity overwhelms the lover!

How very humble,
When the loved
Pleads nescience,
Requests amnesia,
Humility overwhelms the lover!

Just Couldn't

Couldn't close these eyes,
Couldn't sleep for ages,
your face-
all places-
those moments-
you, me, love and -

Couldn't let these ears,
Listen to the music,
every note-
each lyric-
those vibrations-
you, me, love and -

Couldn't smell the fragrance,
Breeze forced to the nose,
sweet scent-
various shades-
stain'd thorns-
you, me, love and -

Couldn't bear the life,
Couldn't breath any more,
hurt heart-
burdened soul-
hell I go-
you, me, love and betrayal,
that betrayal, damn betrayal...
why!?!?

Dilemma

Over the waves, so untimed;
With the flows, undirected;
From glows, endlessly;
Those bytes bit mercilessly.
A game, is it? “An honest refusal”,
Unmet commitment; reason unspeakable;
“Promise to keep; pardon, undeserving,
Could not ask; He h’ever, in parts, punishing.”
History – a piece of cloth, cambric,
Together, entwined the colorful fabric,
Patched – where was & got torn;
Still, dry roses scent, thorns adorn.

A non-lover – curious & dubious,
A lover – knows, undubious,
A non-loser – unwanting & blissful
…a loser – undubious & doubtful!
Loss of hope, change for better;
Unshaken faith, no faith to judder;
Charitable cruelty, cruel charity;
A dream so real, undreamt reality;
What is it? Which is it: avengeful anger,
Self indignation; a greedy hunger,
Genuine connection; remorse for mistakes,
Show to entice mercy; hardworked successes,
Escape from present… past – the unlucky strike,
The beginning of this endless strife,
Never did imagine it to really occur,
But it did & the relation it did rupture!

The mind thus transformed to a mine of questions
Coupled with the incapacity to suggest solutions,
From the enigmatic putrefying puddle,
Bubbles the question – the panacea to all riddles,
The question to end all questions: to live or to die,
To end the misery of life, or survive and vie
A divine intervention
Or return of the lost affection?

The facts & thoughts, thus, the loser submits,
And from the rest of the three people, counsel solicits.

Renaissance

A new born baby
	fresh hopes delicate dreams tender wings trembling feet foggy vision
		matador will, unending zeal
strangled to death, evil fogies.
A torch kindled, the fire burns.

 

Sacrifice

Love is sacrifice,
I have heard it many a time;
And such a pity it is,
As I fail again and again,
To realise the truth;
Of the popular wisdom.

Don't know - never needed to - what Love is,
But know that its best undefined;
Love is this and Love is that,
Ask me! Love is none of this childish crap.

Aint I say there aint no Love,
Neither say never rise in Love,
All I say to folks wildly curious,
Rise in Love, to know what it is...
Bet there aint any better way to know.

And to put to rest the pending case,
Whether or not Love is sacrifice,
All I say about the boy who died,
Had he used his mental faculties hard,
He and his girl would have been still alive,
All he could do was deaccelerate,
Or in some water pond they could dive,
Or in some hundred different ways,
He or they could have saved themselves.

To give up your Life, is to disown God,
Denying one of two things, to us He's given;
One is Love and the other - Life.
Trust in Him, is all I suggest,
For he never closeth all doors at once,
All you need is to keep looking,
For that hole of Heavenly Providence,
Through which light and warmth
Will fill our Love & Life.

Sacrifice is a devil's term;
All I know is a compromise, a settlement
Where both the parties involved get even:
bit of the good and bit of the bad.
And such deals are struck always in Life,
Though, when you are asked to sacrifice
Devil must be sure at work
Either you are a stupid scapegoat,
Or you are a powerless slave.

 

A Wish

Not that I mourn that thou art gone,
Ever since, I have made my peace,
And decided: let bygones be bygone.

But on a chilly winter morning,
As I sit staring at the screen,
I feel as lonely as the sun burning.
I need someone to talk to then,
To speak out the regrets & rejoicings,
Not the lover, only a fren’.

You don’t need to bear the look
Of my love-stricken eyes;
Just lend me thy healing voice.

For a friend, may sound much selfish
So deem me a beggar, a mortal,
And like a God, grant me my wish.