root and the wicked stem

Notorious imagination does exhibit on the road ,
when character of a man starts to erode .
Teachings and preachings dumped to satisfy desperation ,
you give up to greed and fall prey to the situation.
Carrying human face you ,tun into an animal ,
how do you intend to survive in society when you are no less than a cannibal .
You suppress by force and crush the dreams ,
unaware of the fact , your soul will be swallowed in the sufferer's screams.
Silence is not an indication of being weak  ,
it's just a high tide under formation ,waiting to be unleashed just when things start getting bleak.
You might act opportunistic , beat them again and again but not defeat them ,
because a tree can't be destroyed when they are the roots and the devil in you is just a stem.

lost journey

a night as beautiful as it was never seen ,
took me to a breathtaking journey to which i had never been.
watched in awe the colossal extent of the path ,
serene was the aura in which my shadow took bath.
the curiosity grew larger and larger watching the stars in galore ,
watching the majestic planets  further increased the furore.
tireless journey sought to take gigantic leaps mile after mile ,
asteroids were jumped one after the another ,perhaps turned upset by my sardonic smile.
thunderstorms and lightening expressed anger with might ,
but were soon handled defeat fetching the appreciation of meteors passing by the site.
saturn felt nostalgic ,titan presented glorious sight,
but got amazed soon watching the mountains dressed in white.
lost the way , in want of curiosity , got discouraged knowing no one existed to hear the scream,
got my way back to earth , realising i was stoned and the journey was no more than just a dream....

flight of the dead

flew like a bird in the darkest of the skies ,
his mind was such which no knew no ties.
smoke and smoke everywhere,
wings turned black with a thick dusty layer.
dashing and crashing with no signs of hope ,
directionless he flew with mind drowned in dope.
making a mockery people watched the sight ,
but got puzzled soon after watching him put up a fight.
birds of clear skies went the other way round,
went flawless fetching the roar of the crowd.
he flew his heart out as the race of life approached its end ,
something awkward which wasn't the part of usual trend.
dying in pain he flew past ahead the struggling birds with might ,
gained the respect , perhaps the only one to complete the fight.......

you and only you.......

Wherever I have been to , without you ,
I have encountered a dilemma , which I have never been through.
This piece of writing is yet another hope ,
falling down the well perhaps a last bit of rope.
Heart aches louder and louder , alas ! no one to listen ,
come to me and hold me tight before I go out of sight .
I'm tired of deliberate acts of being cheerful,
it's been ages since I claimed a morning to be beautiful.
Life often doesn't give another chance ,
but I wish , I could see you once again ,for my life could forever dance.

NUMB

u passed across as if u have seen me not even once,
strangers often confused with u , for eyes want to see u round the clock
my world  of happiness buried beneath the  road on which your future  walks,
neither i know how to swim nor have been left the part of the last remaining ship's dock.
sensations are no more consequence of the pricks of the pain,
perhaps this mind has forgotten to work the way it used to
heart no longer excites at the extraordinary gains , not even in the most often wished rain.
ears no longer respond to words , as they used to listening to a bird named cuckoo.
tears no longer want you to be the reason for their passage ,
as they have been subjected to a lot of stress and hardwork,
they are in demand of some rest and for eyes being a sage,
like the ones sitting roadsides often introducing with an unusual smirk.
target seems drifting away , as you are going away
no more dreams to watch , sleep is no more my mate of night,
you let off my hands when my life was at sway,
when i expected you to be with me always and save me from falls by holding me tight.

WeRe ThAt YoU......?

were that you or her clone ?
were that you or a person carrying her trace?
are you lost somewhere or you don't exist ?
you're delighted for the new gains,
but the worth of gains can't repay the worth of losses.
You are happy for the new smiles ,
but have forgotten the tears that bought them.
Life seems easy throwing the failure out,
but you couldn't utilize that failure to succeed.
You are a beautiful bird but with all new feathers,
a new flower with a different smell,
a beautiful face but with different aura.
Am I waiting in turn for somebody
or you don't exist ?
was that really love or I spent those years dreaming ?
I am looking for someone whom I lost somewhere sometime back
Please tell me , are you the same person or her clone or perhaps you don't exist ?

Adieu

These are not just ordinary lines ,
but memories of our college times.
No more night outs , no more examination ,
just a routine to follow without much recreation.
Together we roamed around gone are those days ,
few more walks then we part our ways .
No more alpi bakar , no more UG trips,
no more library visits , no more new gpl clips.
Talks would be formal so the dressing sense ,
no more scolding of professors and tutorials to make you tense.
No more shouts in the canteen , no more singing with the mates ,
no more insane laughs , will be busy building corporate traits.
Few days after , when you catch your train ,
then this poem would be no more than just a walk down the memory lane .