On those fiery grounds
Holding weapons that destroy lives
Stood the two lycons of my existence
My God and my Satan
Staring straight into the eyes,
Into mind, into psyche
The masters of my powers
Holding grudges, declaring war
The sparks blading bright
when steel met the steel
Resonating roars shuttered glasses
I stood there alone watching meek
My God looked gruesome
Rugged face, cunning eyes
With arrogant stride and ghastly weapon
A killer instinct, a sure winner
My Satan looked sober
Tensed face, dreamy eyes
His determination only positive
'Will u survive', I sighed
My Satan wanted victory
My God needed peace
My Satan fed up of being looked down upon
My God elated, and with ease
I wished it to be the old times
When together they raised glasses
Adjusting together and complementing
no egos, no anger, no clashes
I heard a loud howl
The swords couldn't meet this time
Blood oozing from bodies
I gasped,'How it became black!!'
They fought till eternity
No surrender, no compromise
The winner never decided
But the loser, again I sighed..
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Q & A
Am I happy with my life - NO
Am I sad with my life - NO
Do I have any regrets - NO
Any worries, any sorrows - NO
What am I feeling then - I dont know
I think im indifferent to myself.
Am I sad with my life - NO
Do I have any regrets - NO
Any worries, any sorrows - NO
What am I feeling then - I dont know
I think im indifferent to myself.
I remember..
A december in Delhi
as cold as ice
dipping mercury
heart warming hugs
cozy little bus seat
on the ashram flyover
a december of red caps,
red cheeks and red lips
Gluey cold- sticking hands
and hearts and soul
a december in Delhi
a december never so missed
as cold as ice
dipping mercury
heart warming hugs
cozy little bus seat
on the ashram flyover
a december of red caps,
red cheeks and red lips
Gluey cold- sticking hands
and hearts and soul
a december in Delhi
a december never so missed
I TRY
They ask me to write
Of hope thats lost
hope thats dead,hope thats been rotting
for an year and more
They ask me to write
of peace i sought
peace that was buried, by u and me
wish would have marked that tree
They ask me to write
of vigour and valour
which i saw fading off
into the darkness of my present
They ask me to write
How to tell them the truth
I want no hope,peace,no joy
Grant me some solitude!!
Of hope thats lost
hope thats dead,hope thats been rotting
for an year and more
They ask me to write
of peace i sought
peace that was buried, by u and me
wish would have marked that tree
They ask me to write
of vigour and valour
which i saw fading off
into the darkness of my present
They ask me to write
How to tell them the truth
I want no hope,peace,no joy
Grant me some solitude!!
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