Freedom

Reels of smoke and dust of fears

Causes the eyes and soul to tears

The smell of burning sandalwood

Would have stopped if anyone could

But it will stil keep on burning

And , your actions keep on churning
Upon the everburning pyre
You sleep to the sound of a lyre
And count your acts to reason
As the lyrist lead's you to heaven
For all of us here on earth have landed
Empty we came and depart empty handed
The memories are the only company
As we hold the hand of the theophany
And its time to change the attire
As we become dust , ash and fire
In the midst of cloud and breeze we fly
Reach places , which we craved to try
The smell of freedom bursts the clouds
As lyrist plays on, clear and loud
From mountain crags and hills and ridges
To far off lakes and tattered bridges
You roam accross this dead terrain
Free from thaughts and endless pain
You feel yourself lighter than a feather
You fight out the chasms changing weather

On a distant cloud you roar and purr
And see a gleaming light nearly blur
And see the sight of neverending stairs
Which passes through the meso layers
Lighter you are and above you rise

And catch the stairs leading to Paradise

The Hardest Feet

There are miles , and miles to go
Before You tire out and get slow
There are many destinations to reach
Before You tire out and start to preach
There is heaven and there is a hell
Then there is home , where you dwell
With a little touch or eternal help
You can conquer your very own self
But , then You don't want to waste your time
Instead , concentrate on spiritual isochime
And get lost in this cycle of fate
And battle the wars of love and hate
But , if You take some time out
Fight out your soul in this restless bout
You will but find a path uncouth
Which will lead You to eternal truth
You will conquer death and stand tall
As , that's the hardest feet of all

The McClean House

For long , I have not visited the house

Which stands  atop the Daltic Hill

And now , it houses rats and mouse

And spiders on its window sills

This house , I remember , at one time

Was like a heaven from a distance stime

Lord MC kleen , was the master's name

Drenced in bouse and birds of game

This house stood there on the way

When I went to school in my childhood days

They all that day, went to the Elevn fair

But , only I remained alone standing there

Out side my class's window pane

I searched for the house time and again.    

Its very glimpse made the mind serene                                                                                                                                                          Its red brick walls and the garden green                                                                                                                                                                 One cold and rainy December night

Mc Kleen and his spouse had a terrible fight

Lady Mc Kleen saw the next day never

And , then the house was locked forever

Twenty years now down the line

It houses cobwebs and unwanted vines

It ocassionally house's tired travellers

Or vagabonds and drunken revellers

All said and done of incidents past

As now I enter The Kingdom Of Dust

My shadow falls on the wooden floor 

As I walk past the grassy leafy door

In its interiors of dust and silent ghosts

I find myself as the lonely mortal host

The cold, dark and empty halls

The oiled pigmented wooden walls

Their silence shouts of hate and lust

As I tend to explore The Kingdom Rust

A Letter To God

This letter , I am writing is specially for you

If possible then please read a line or two

You sent me to this earth , a long time back

And from then on I am a part of this tired rack

Our entire life , we try hard to know                                                                                                                                                            Why do we come and where do we go

So many questions and so little time

Inspite of which we tend to mime

Some find peace in the pale morning sky

Some find love in the hearts of passersby

Some are happy with what they get

And there are some who continue to fret

Our results are from , what we sow

And on mistakes we tend to grow

I , wonder , at times when you look down

What wonder do you see in this unique town 

The world in the eyes of a tired hub 

Is no less dull and dark than a roadside pub

But the same vision from a happy soul

Will dig out diamond from a mine of coal  

In conclusion I am trying hard to convey

All the words my heart want's to say

If we humans , as humans only tend to stay

Then this world will surely go a very long way

                                                            - A Tired Soul

The Moth

A moth on the wall , You drive it away

But near the candle , it tend's to stay

You grab a stick , and try again

As all your task just goes in vain

The moth is attracted by the candles light

But , You surely want it out of your sight

But , why does the moth still linger

In act of query , You burn your finger

It flutters its wings , flying towards the light

It charges to the flame with all its might

The candle's fire touches its wings so light

The wings burn , as they burn so bright

 It falls on the ground and all stands still

Deep in your heart You begin to feel

You feel , tears rolling down your eyes

But , then suddenly it starts to fly

It charges again towards its desire

Waiting for consequences dire

Then , suddenly it falls down in pain

It all stop's there and it never flies again

If pain in the heart of a man is huge 

Then , this pain causes your eyes to deluge

And this pain gives the moth its fate

Of burned down wings and a dreadful death

Then the lights turn on , You forget the fly

In a corner of your room it still there lies

Then a wind blows and blows it away

To , a world of peace , far from this fray

The Warman's Account

I can see the young blood flowing down the stream

Tried hard to accomplish his task and the pride to redeem

He charged down with his gun to prove himself the braver

But, a shot of bullet stopped it all and his Eyes were left open forever

I heard the vultures shrieking on till all their throats were hoarse

As if they were the dear ones of the dead gathering to remorse

I can hear the wireless so loud , as the seniors give their call

The earth which was the mother's lap , has turned into a deathbed for all

I can feel the warmth in the air mixed with formal attire

These scenes infront of my eyes resemble a dreadful sattire

Some hints of jokes from some officials , furnished and chambered

For , the young have faught and will do so and hence will be remembered

Lifeless women have forgotten their poor husbands face

These men , were surviving a Golgotha for merely hundred days

I know not now , which side will lose , and who will make the hay

I will account you of that fact , if I live on till that day

A Tattered Tetris

Under inclined billboards and gleaming banners

Beneath,  smoky eyes and heavy tanners

I sit beside the window and look out

Watching the cold , dark day sprout

From my varicose veins , I lift my stockings

And watch hundreds of commuters flocking

To them , the day may be bright and fair

As I carefully undo my coloured hair

The shops nearby open their shutters 

As my eyes find ways from this bezoar gutter

I saw a man thrashing down his spouse

And saw some gamblers , hiding louse

What a shame , they boast of civilized sene ?

And are ready to change for a mighty pence

They are literate and hence they know it all

 How to tackle  pollution and acid rainfall

I sit alone , my bed undone and tattered

And watch everynight ,my dreams being shattered

The blueprint of this tetris lies all in my head

The infesting maggots lie beneath my bed

On the main road infront , I sit and fix my sight

My unwilling soul is ready to face another night

Forgive and forget is the order of the day

I have actually forgotten , what I had to say