Waiting on the Shores

The beauty I once knew has gone gloomy
The Life as now is no more blooming

How much I cared to keep you safe,
Far away from those evils of world,
Far away to keep you incorruptible
To cherish your smiling glaze forever

How much I cared the life for you to be beauteous,
Not ever have those dreamy eyes to shed tears
How I wish that I will kiss those eyes
To let all the pains go away
And the flow of life to be sway

How dearest was the wish to hold you close
How dearest was the wish to keep your smile alive
Like a spring that never sheds,
Like a spring that never dries
How dearest was the wish to see you jovial

Long has it been, since you have gone
The ripples of sea has flooded away,
the name of You and Me on those shores
But still it is left with the essence of We together
Holding hands and writing those names together

Long has it been, since you have gone
Long you have felt the pain of life
The suffering of the mortal,
The hypocrisy of the life
Long those eyes have been wet
Long you have been depraved of life
Long you have been without that smile

But still how dearest is the wish, to hold you close,
To see you smile, to see you beside me as life
How dearest is the wish to see you bloom

May be these arms are meant only to give you joy
These arms are the one where you only have peace

These Arms and This Spring, will wait for you
To hold you dearly to never let go
and to write those names on those white shores with you
Or they have just a wish, to go away with you.

Hope: It Kills

Some call it Life, some Illusion,
some Reality, some Expression.

They even bother to say it is just living a life
I just call it giving Yourself a Bribe
The Bribe of Loosing yourself being Naive
The Bribe of Living someone else's Life
The Bribe of Succumbing to the Will of Lies
The Bribe of naming it HOPE,
the unwillingness to accept the reality of Life.

Is it the Life Or just the Hope
The same hope that Awakes us,
The same hope that Confuse us,
The same hope that Kills us?

Hope is what Smothers the life Within,
Allows the Fake Realities to be Serene.
Hope may be what that keeps us Alive,
But the Truth of Hope kills us Deep Inside.

Need to Break from the vault of hope,
Let me do It, If it makes me Alive,
Let me do It, If it makes me Stone,
Let me do It, If it makes me Dead.

So fed up of being Alive outside and Dead otherwise,
Let me just be Alive or Dead just for one Last Time.

Let me Break the Vault of Hope
Even if it Kills,
Let me Bear the Truth of Hope.
Just One Last Time

Sketching

Daudna hi Zindagi

Manzil ki Taalash mein raaste bhul jaana
Khud ki taalash mein Hasna bhool jana
kya yahi hai Zindagi jeene ke Tarike
ki yun Daudte huye, Rukna bhool jaana

kab dekha tha Ruk ke woh Maa ka Dulaar
kab socha tha kya hai Ye Ishq ka khumar
Zindagi jeene ke liye aise Daude the hum
ki Gair to hai Paas, par Apno se ho chale Door

Apne to saath nahi, par
aaj khud si bhi tuta naata hai
Zindagi chal aaj tujhe Jeene ke liye,
bas ek Kadam ruk ke tujhe Dekhne ka Irada hai

ilzam kise dun

shayad woh zakhm hare ho jaate hai jo tumne diye hai,
shayad woh raat akeli ho jati jo tumne saath bitaye hai.
ilzaam khud ko hi deta hun har waqt is berukhi ka,
par shayad aankhon ke sukhe ashq in hoton se bikhar jaate hai.

Life of the tune

Today I heard to a stranger's tune
Those few words Murmuring
Those few tunes Rhyming
It was just like other days but with the Tune
like few ages were passing being Mute

The Memories of childhood
Those millions of learning
The unhindered irresponsible childhood
The love and care of the mother

The aggression of the young
The warmth and the cuddling
and those moments of Love,
like they were never to Leave

The tune got mature, so was the journey
The youth was lost just in agony

Then came the responsibility, the life of a man
The show of the learning and the working hard

The tune was towards the end
So was the thinking of the man
with the experience gained
wanted or unwanted
he has been through all of that

now the time is about to End
For that sake you have all the Sense
just accepting it with dignity
it is just the time to say a last bye

and just clapping for the moment you had
that's what done when the tune ended
it was just like another story
and there it began Again

Scared of Asking Why

My Godfather once told me,
Follow GOD, and I did;
I never asked why,
and I never bothered asking why.
I never really stopped and asked why
I went on preaching it,
I Fought for it
I Tasted blood for it
But don't know why I never asked Why;

I don't know Why
I don't know the answers
May be I am Afraid
May be I am Scared
May be I am Terrified;
Of what the answers would be
May be i wont get the answers
May be it will shake the beliefs
may be it will have my own against me

I fear the consequences of why
The reason I Never Asked Why
I still do, yes I accept I do,
I may b wrong, but I may not ask again Why;

I don't want to linger any more in Why
I don't have the courage to ask Why
I don't want any answers
I am just a common - unnoticed man
with Emotions, With Love
With Fears, with Hate
But I don't know why it bothers:

Why should I ask a Question
I am just satisfied to have a life
and following what I was Asked,
cause just once my Godfather asked.