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Sunday, 28 August 2011

Who is you?

Being you, you ain't yourself
Your mind, your master is not yours
Its corrupt and sold yesterday for pennies
Its of the society and the mysterious economy
Its of the angelic devil and of the unwilling will
And its alone, its adamant and its arrogant.

But its not you, neither is it yours
You are a slave to someone else
You are the love and hatred of others
You are scavenging the leftover drugs
And you are desperate for illusion
But its not you, as you command it not.

You listen to the shortcuts to smiles
Is the sound of sorrow so deafening?
You follow them without they following you
Does novelty come without effort?
You have no character but words big
Is your spirit already dead?

Open your heart, not just your eyes
Learn accepting as much as denial 
Experience pride with honesty
Be loved and let that be yours
Being you, you ain't yourself
Or may be you are, but a mystifying puzzle.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011


Republishing this very old composition... 

Through the roads, under the shade
I walked, waiting for my fate

And then the sun starts glaring
and the birds stop chirping
Thirsty grasses start quenching
as they see the dry leaves falling
as helpless and hopeless, I was waiting.

Unable to solve the destiny’s paradox
the wait for my fate ended and I failed.

Neither the wind spoke, nor did I
unspoken words, pricking my soul
spurted as tears, but dried soon
as mechanical smiles, but lost sooner
dried in the heat, lost in dry leaves.

I don’t want to forget, don’t regret
as I stand prepared, waiting for the next.

Falling To Rise

And then you fall and then you rise
This fight is not for all but the wise
There is anxiety and there is grief
There is work to do in time brief
There are tiny but trillion thoughts
And inside you, your mind rots
There is failure but there is hope
And you can do without dope
There is loneliness but there is love
One day you'd see the white dove
Tough times many will come on your way
But "all for good" in the end you'll say
You would have many, not one choice
But always hear your own inner voice
I am not far but inside you somewhere
For one reason that you are here.
And then you fall and then you rise
And then you learn of this life's disguise.