Naked Heart

The very private feelings,

The very little talks,

Clinging on like golums,

Wrapped like an albatross.

 

The strong breakable levees,

The weak bearing shells,

The overflowing cups,

And the empty wells.

 

The hide-and-seek with you,

The occassional face-off,

The dull eyes, the bowed head

A little smile, a drop of tear.

 

Revitalise the lost thought,

Fortified serotonin nerve claws,

That odd song, the goosebumps

The acid test, the deep fall.

 

The waking up, the bright light

The open chest, the flawed night

The shivering hands, the cracked walls

Dejected chords and a naked heart.

– 1 Apr 2012

Non Believer

He is stable in his head,

And second to none

He sees through it all

He has only just begun

For this clairvoyance,

There is small price to pay

It might be easy to follow

But he chose a different way,

Ohhhh! Non believer.

The mob is swaying its head,

A perfect nod to what is said

Preaching the faith,

In lord of the bread

You have to question the myth,

That us bone and flesh made

For all that we preach, shall we put to use?

It might be easy just to follow

But don’t look confused,

Ohhhh! Non believer.

Surround yourself with open minds,

You are one of a kind

When you open your eyes,

And find the whole world is blind

It is the faith you need to put,

In all that humans could

To give them a chance,

To see the world you are from

It might be easy just to follow

Don’t let this world swallow..

Ohhh! You Non believer.

-23 Feb 2011

Shame of the land game

A part of this, a part of that

A land which was never meant to be named

A country being proud of claiming this land’s shame,

A land which should have never been aimed

A misfortune, of being fought about all the time,

The people confused to save their tradition or land

Heaven on earth or hell for humans,

Crown of a country or rags for freedom

No one can utter a word genuine, for its all compromised

The way of living in this hypothetical world or the struggle inside.

– 12 Dec 2010

Fruitful Wars

No words can describe, this anguish of mine

The heartfelt pain for my brothers who are dying,

In an endless war, of power and pride

Of wealth, fame and cultural divide

Fighting bravely to save this ideal world,

Leaving forever their loved ones behind.

The grief of thousands can’t be heard, no more

For the blasting bombs have taken over

Their dreams and wishes have already been lost,

We hope to age beautifully, but at what cost?

We live in heaven, and enjoy luxurious lives

With our world built on,

Tears of widowed mothers, sisters and wives.

Be merry my fellow patriots and my friends,

In their memory we shall dine

We shall overlook the color of blood in our glasses,

and savor the taste of that lush expensive wine

We shall not let their sacrifice scar,

Our splendid home and our shiny cars

For we love more the comfort than our souls,

Let us reap these Fruitful Wars.

– 21 Jan 2010

An Introduction

Like everything first, to take up to writing is unnerving in some sense. Usually repelled by big words and terminology I do seek growth. To learn something new, always curious and a bit child-like. I will be writing henceforth about the struggle, dance, romance and tug of thoughts I usually don’t speak about.

Note to self: *Persistence is a virtue of great men, but it has to be earned by keeping at it.

**Contradictory sentences make you look wise.