Sunrise!

I am waiting for something, 

perhaps for the next sunrise

Or maybe for an event  more enchanting

'a smile in your eyes'.

The freedom to be

Beyond your own destiny

accepting the change of time

beyond the livid obstinate clime

Even if there ain't much I can do

to bring to you this certitude

I will pave the way as you seek

Life beyond the uninspired meek

There would be trumpets that would play

Dancing people who would sway

So much as the time unfolds

and the resistance within you corrodes

I am still waiting for the the streams to turn

in the direction of the luminous sun

As they challenge the rocks on their path

uncaring of the horrific aftermath

Because in them there is this invisible force

That gives them strength to not change course

In their bliss they would rise

And bring a smile to your eyes!

Relinquished

Broken and bruised,

I walked under the night's stars

distorted yet appeased

by the immutable scars.

This journey has been long

I've seldom know where I have been

Yet walked across the paths

for my conscience has been keen

It has pestered me to determine

The secrets of the illusive timeline

of the truths hidden in air's depth

and of the knowledge in light's breast

I've dug the earth so deep

That my hands have failed to upkeep

And I've looked at the sun so high

My eyes have burnt the brightness of the sky

And yet, it seems to have no end

I've discovered only the superficial dent

A lot of toil I know is left

as my being, being tired feels bereft

I've lost hope that I'd once take on the scars

I would not survive to fight the real war

walking on the roads of of this maze I'd perish
There exists no victory that I will cherish

Abandoned

The dark clouds of indignity hover my sunlit sky

And the crows of stubbornness which caw as they fly

The weight of my love, pulls me back deep into the earth

the Gods of hallucination up there look at me with a sly.

Who has ever achieved bliss in this mortal world?

It is imperfect, patriarch and it's morals insufficient and twirled

Sheer pain is it's ability to recognize a live form

Fervent solitude it's way to keep people from being torn

And what I have I achieved? Except for flowing in it's dirty stream

Walking on lives thereof, earning for my being, a cosmetic gleam

And that purity, that hope, that I had earned through laborious grind

Is not enough today, for me and my love to bind.

The Turmoil

Why is there so much calmness in the muddled waters of sea?
Is there a storm that is brewing some distance away!
Or the waves have decided to take a little break
Before the torrential winds again make them sway

What happened to the happiness of the regular surfers
What brings such desolation to their eyes?
Was to them acceptable, only one mood of the ocean
To the other, of their desires, do they think they are paying a price!

And to the infant sun of the morn that is used to tumultuous beginnings
Does this make too much difference to it's red sheen
Does it reprieve itself from the hard work of the day
or the freakishness of the start does not bother it's gleam

And how do I, of all, react to this silence,
should I echo the unmindful surfers and the sun
Or break free at this instant, my engagement
Not allow the glowing stream of indecisiveness to let me burn!

Who cares what happens next moment?
I find in this placidity, the stillness of eventual death
And to counter the same exact experience
I find in it's witness my next perpetual breath.

Maximus II

Why should I break myself in pieces

ever, and ever again

Why should I get into the chaos

if it's not my life, which has to gain?

Why should I walk the tormenting path

When the thorns of flowers lay by it's side?

Who's going to give me his hand

If it devours me, this lonely stride!

There is a penchant in me to break

and I don't care, as to what it takes

I feel good as I gloriously display my arm

and show up the blood that it rakes

You know when do I feel free?
when the glossed amateur fears me.

For he's unaware of the dearth of life,

and it's capacity to hear his plea.

Resurrection

The breaking of the religion that I lived
and the burden of responsibilities
The ambition to live my dreams
I am blessed with disgusting audacity.

It still ferments within my heart
The will to take up the world at large
And to repair the body, repair the soul
of the larger canvas which has made me it's part.

Even though I am aware
That the odds are convincingly against me,
Yet I am keen on baring my conscience
And get in line of fire my soul, if the need be.

Strangers in Love!

If I meet you again, what will you do?
Will you smile at me, As I smile at you!
Would you hug me at every little opportunity you'd get
will you laugh out loud at my lame jokes instead?

What will you do,
When I wrap my arms around you?
Kiss your forehead
before I bid you adieu!

Will you then react the way like you earlier used to?
Or will the freakishness of that life capture you,
make you rethink your decision to discount
you'd crave to return, every moment would count.

We can't be strangers, never can we be,
Even if you decide to go away, you'd always live within me.