And the meaning of it
Diminishes
When you lead it
Without characters
All joy of it is a piece of ash
And it smells like bullshit
It belittles you, too
When you live on
Lies and schemes
The beauty of it is dead
And you live with carcasses
A man with hands
full of things
but they are all defeats
and you are a defeated soldier
defeated by none but by yourself
With water like flow.
It always put on fat on rainy daysBut in front of it I used to play fluteDid it enjoy the tune?Till date I do not know?For him I changed my artLike the development moves from one partTo another part of the worldAnd started writing poetry and read them out to him loudBut I wonder still…
That was long ago and all had forgottenBut the seed knew it would tear apartFirst its own hard shell then the stoneAnd see the world when it sprouts out;Passionately it was waiting for a seasonWhen the days would bring drops of rainAnd a wild breeze blow from the southA pack of rays fall on its…
He has built his home three storied brick by brickAnd as its owner he is proud of whereas till date i have noneI would salute him had I knew notOne day it would develop cracks and fadeAnd then crumble down and breakSay, within hundred years in the air it will vanish awayThen comes a little…
Waiting for the entry to the showOf blitz, glamour and corruption.The first rows are for the VIPsThe middle ones are for the sycophantsAs I am neither of themSo my row is the last one.Front line is for the hypocritesMiddle ones are for the toutsAs I am neither of themSo my line is at the end.I…
Are the fruits ofSleepless nightWith aching hands,Boiling mindDripping with bloodThe pen scratchingSome truth on theRound glove whiteIn the wishTo balm yourScares leftOn your heart.To sooth yourWorries and washYour confusionHe divesDeep to the bottomOf the ocean, man, justTo make you smile,When you are downHe lifts you up,When you are up,To celebrate you,Words are nailedTo make a…
