WINDOWPANE

shows me the colours and spreads darkness too.
and continuous inflow and outflow of truth.
breaths for free for the bills dont exist
and dirt greets along; devastating my dream!
lunatics dance with invaluable expressions.
the worthless call and the priceless cremation.
Souls, they interact, reminiscent of life.
and I see it all with my own empty eyes.
colourful clouds and the black rainbow.
All the sights free, thank you my window.
Tax shall be paid, entertain those who follow,
for they will also write the same dirge again.
my wind pipe and your balloon,
deflated by me inflated by whom?
beloved unclasp it seeking beauty disdained.
Chasing the nightmares rises insane.
Let nature drift in from my windowpane
Acknowledging the difference which lies in the same.
over the years every moment it has changed
still when it rains it all smells the same.
Shimmering the orion highlights my misfits,,
for in the dark who cares about the names.
guidance for free, entertainment for life.
all through this withstanding dirty windowpane.

The Bet

The empty pocket had a bet today,
with a distant friend, due to distance.
It is surely not about what the bet was,
It’s only about what the stakes were.
A blind bet, Man!
What I was in for? I chose oblivion.
Wanting to give all that I could.
For if I loose I actually win,
And if I win I will let go.
All that mattered was the eventual smile
On the face glowing like a million shining stars,
with an adjusted focus, on the destiny.
I chose to be blind and feel the shine,
Even with eyes wide shut I got the rhyme.
The crazy self is suddenly happy
Ravenous and untamed but all in innocence
Avarice scalloped but only to give.
I just wish the bet never gets over,
Stretching till ethereal eternity
For if it does, it won’t really matter who wins,
I would have in any case Won!

HOPE

It has been a debatable point since ages whether hope or rather being hopeful is good or bad. In my mind though, the picture is crystal clear. For me hope can only be the greatest of the things ever created by the almighty. Hope has been the most relevant of the emotional states that have changed people’s life over the years, for good or for bad! Its people’s perspective that makes hope vary from being an angel in the dark and an evil in the paradise.


Now, the catch lies how people segregate the two most intricately bound words “hope” and “expectation”. Expectation pertains to something called” false hope” which mainly refers to a kind of hope entirely around fantasy or an extreme unlikely outcome. But if hope is understood properly, and idea about it is as clear as a bright sunny day then it is an unbeatable wizard.


In Greek mythology hope is personified as EPLIS. Pandora brought the god’s gift to the mankind called Pandora’s Box, which on the contrary contained all the evils, but the greatest worldly good- hope. For god did not want man to throw his life away, no matter how intensely the other evils tormented him, but rather to go on letting him be tormented again. Thus, he gave mankind hope which can be described by either of the ways, the most evil of evils as it prolongs man’s torment or the greatest gift to the mankind which enlightens the haziest sight and converges all the scattered beams to clearly show the way leading to one’s eternal satisfaction.


“We must accept finite disappointment, but never loose the infinite hope” something so meaningful, said by sir Martin Luther King. If the finite disappointment is overlooked, we fail to understand where advents the mistake and if loose the infinite hope we fail to get reconciled and leave behind all the afflictions we had gone through. Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. Hope is the only known possible thing that has no boundaries, no contours. It’s like a bird that flies, flies with no barriers.


We have two ways of living, either die being a pessimist and accept all the contemplations of life or change the vicissitudes but hoping about the betterment and die fighting. Choice is all yours. How you lead a life? Living for an aim or accepting an aimless life, all lies within you. Had freedom fighters never fought the battle they did, would we live our lives they way we are living right now? A certain answer, no, a sorrowful no. there could be 1000 similar instances where the magic of hope has been revealed, not once, not twice but for innumerous times.


all the adages ever quoted about hope give just one conclusion" never say die", just keep hoping". Keep fighting till the point u attain the desired. Remember,” fear can hold u prisoner, hope can set u free”. Even a free man turns a prisoner the moment his hope dies and a prisoner lives life to the fullest if he hopes, even if for the smallest of the things. Good or bad, life would always show its varying colors, the only thing that makes it bright is " HOPE"

randomly recent

lying down on my huge des(s)erted bed, Staring at the ceiling,
recalling a few days of past. comparing. realizing it's not the same.
And then comes sadness followed by indifference.
Justifying the distant past," the recent was just a dream".
Anyways not so recent anymore but the only part worth remembering.
Still with the closed lashes I hope, and then hope against the hope
For the truth is prevalent, stamped on the walls all across
Which remind me of all the colors i once saw.
The Black is the love but not the Black n White.
Exorbitant colors, all painted Black, some by me, some credit Time.
From suffocation to oxygen but with agoraphobia! Caught in a mosh again.
We were different knew everyone, realized none the perfection,
and then the spree of rectifying the perfection. Bewildered Stupidity.
thrown myself , impacting ourselves, out from the ideal utopia.
And now the dessert smeared all over confirming the deserted self.
wake up in the middle of the day from the perpetual sleep is what I wish.
And then all those wishes which went wrong haunt me.
WTF am i talking about. It's just the same old green grass shit I guess.
Do i look too serious while I put it across? Well then I must admit its not as "BAD".
Just that it was supposed to be my moment. Where was the space for seriousness?
Again as you know it keeps on ticking. Some worth remembering, some realized later.
One day I guess I will miss even this day for that is how it has always been.
So be it!

See you at the Moon, Mr. Moon.

Dear moon,

How are you? How has life been lately? Without your reassurance I can only hope it has been good. Anyways, you know I saw you late in the night a few days back and thought of writing this letter. I really wish you decipher it exactly the way I intend one to.

You’ve been enlightening our nights from centuries. Thanks! No bulb you but what more? For we don’t really consider you any different, although, the replacement, we know, is impossible. Mr. Alternative Sun, beware of us, the limits of our exploitation have trespassed the global contours. The omen of man is unavoidable. We here are known for our marauding demeanors since the very inception of our so called ‘social’ society.

To what extent I’m not too sure but your soothing light must have helped us all evolve in some or the other way. You innocent you! Oblivious to the future like us all you unflaggingly performed your duties. Too primitive of you to still not have an on-off switch like all gleaming objects created by the ‘brains’ here have. You know no way to take rest. We here call such people either slaves or laborers. You surely are worse than those for even they sleep.

I wish you were a little prudent to have noticed what we’ve done to your neighbor. All the time you keep dancing around it. Blind or what? Come to us. We have the technology but don’t forget to get a pair of eyes for in spite of the large population the donators are very few and the waiting list too long.

We were given zillions of friends but we betrayed them all. Some are only found in the libraries or may be Google. Don’t start flaunting that you know about Google, who doesn’t? And about libraries, well, even I am not too sure what they are all about.

Water contaminated, Air polluted, Land eroded, countries over populated, resources depleted, forests burnt, icebergs melted, the blanket shot to non existence. Does this chill your spine? But by the way, why would you care? Do you even have any such thing? Well, I doubt whether you know about yourself or not for I have understood you are one big time fool of the post Big-Bang era, but a few people here know it all, absolutely everything. They shaped the earth and eventually it lost its shape. Now it’s your turn. Are you ready?

My concern about you escalates whenever I see the innocent, diffident you. I really want to mock at your stupidity but that very nature of yours mixed with the lack of awareness makes my heart absolutely cry. What a predicament.

Yes, I am also one of those bad people here but I sincerely wish for your wellness. I hope you read this before its too late. I wish Mr. Edison gives you the formula to make a switch and you somehow escape the human attack rather an alien attack. Get lost in the dark universe somewhere. Or if he is too down the grave then I wish Mr. Einstein gives you the formula for nuclear power so that if required even you can retort.

Why do I desperately want to help you? That is what you must be wondering, Right? To be honest people here would laugh at me to have written something as stupid as this but they fail to acknowledge one basic and the most important thing that is Equal, Balanced and Judicious distribution of every possible element present in the universe. We as inhabitants of the Earth got our part way back in time in abundance. I am not doing you a favor if I am making you aware of anything. I am just trying my level best to ward off any future destruction by some other force in front of which we still stand way too primitive.

Would you please send a reply to Mr. Barrack Obama, the president of the U.S.A., the designation which leads the human race, mentioning about the fact that if we humans think that there are only five senses to identify an object then we are terribly mistaken. What if there is an entire generation of people dwelling at the moon with senses that are altogether different? What if they can’t be seen, felt, smelt or heard; neither do they exercise such senses? What if there is a life beyond are thoughts? What if we’ve hardly had any technological advancement to debunk any kind of such obscured world?

Do we really then have a right to make interpolations on your already distorted, uneven surface? The answer is really very simple. We as humans have never really abode in the rules of the nature. We are meant to break the laws.

In the end I just wish it never really happens but if in case it does it would be relevant to say,” See you at the Moon, Mr. Moon”.

Sincere apologies

Frenemy!!

randomNESS 3

is this silence worth writing?

don't really know its worth for it is the only!

lets put it to speech rather, so be it.

and the silence says, " I can't pretend, that isn't me",

either i am Silent or Dead!

keep in mind not to speak, the only deal,

lets save the silence for it is the only real.

Neither I, nor they but ya may be you,

for whom i can say i'll always stay silent, happy, aloof.

nervous breakdown before a nuclear war,

its obvious for the evident consequences.

and then there is noise, only it.

still no sound, still no voice, a petrified still.

fought with intelligence where the only thing that lacked was it,

the- 'would be silence', was audible way before the misfit.

then my silence comes embracing the loneliness,

asking me questions, what should i do? how should i go?

an eloquent articulation, its a perpetual haze.

enough of pindrops prepare for silent days.

the role play of ticking seconds kicking the silence.

neither the time stops nor the silence's violence!

an outburst of words, i listen to something.

surprising myself i have the aural sense,

prayers for a harmonious sight as if it were real,

bow down, bow down, bow down someone at least tried.

reality is the grotesque noise that no one can see,

the cacophonous pictures i hear, imagine the scene.

and i taste the laughter of a mocking self,

follow me follow me you bloody deaf!!!

so you've proven i am a lunatic( laughter),

sadist, shall i catch some sleep?

or what if i make it easy for you? give u a final chance?

the final demand, find the difference between dead and asleep.

for both the ways silence is the only being!

randomness!!!!!!!!!!

we are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first and the spirit later. the relation inverse! One heads towards demise the other culmination. and the moments, no no, the defining moments or may be just a single moment which qualifies that spirit is the log of the ladder. some have many same a few, some just one, but none none. body comes to existence where someone else bears excruciating pain but verisimilitude of spirit comes making us bear unfathomable same. then we see the object in us weakening after the awakening. and this goes on and on till what we call a life time.. and then a serene pause. we don't die!! from an object we just transform into a memory that lasts here, forever. and that spirit sways for always. sometimes searching a new inanimate and sometimes relishing the old!!!