Emotions

A child prays to relieve him from his dreads.
Ghosts, ghouls with a thousand mule floods across his head.
Bringing fear, such that he can’t even stare out in the night.
And look about those dancing lights in his fright.

A man about to lose his consciousness of dignity
Raise his fists to commend with violent clarity.
His anger brings fear and can take you to a place,
Where dark mountains rips through the earth’s base.

A woman waits for her love to return,
From the war where there is no return.
Blessed with pain of love, she forebears the loss
Even mighty men are helpless before her hand-held Holy Cross.

A Man is said to be in a perfect state of happiness.
He holds none dear, no fear, nor hatred, nor love, so no one to lose.
Bereft of emotions of love, pain, fear, anger, he is the Lord and the Master
In a tranquil world, He lives where His serene peace is found and calm without others.

Tell me a story, sing me a tale,

Where only Happiness prevails

The Rain ( She loves Me)

The Rain, why does she comes back to the earth?
Why does she tell us stories?
It brings us joy.
Do you know?
Or do you even care?
Predeccessor of life, succeeded by by hope.
It entwines us in its enchanted path.
The Mighty Messenger from Heavens.
She is the one, whom I worship.
The fantasizes view from the top,
Or the deeply searching view from the ground.
She makes everyone rest or run in her fun.

When she falls on me.
I think, she loves me.
It is when I can also feel her embrace.
In my arms, open wide in love.

She has been long gone, for sometime now.
I am in hope, for her presence again.
Haven't felt her since the winter's chill.
It is now the summer's hotest heat.
I plead to you, my love.
Relief me from my pain.
Hold me tight this time,
Donot let me go.
I want you for a long season of love.
And she comes with all her fun.
Dancing in the twilight, immortalising my time.
But I am a mere mortal, she can't give me all her time.
does she have others to love
I donot know but, I know one thing, which I say.
Why does she comes back on earth again and again
No one wants to know, no one even cares.
But I care for you.
And I know she comes everytime
To love me once, and everytime in her joy and my pain.

The One (Life)

Is it ok?
Are you sure?
Are you the one?
They talk about
Did they kick you out of their doors?
And told not to return.
Are you the one?
They want back again.
Did they come to ask for you?
For their dire claims of life.

Are you the one, I love.
Are you the one, I trust.
Are you the one, I fought for.

If you are then.
Come out of your cage.
Lift your face.
Show us your age.
Lead us to the way.
We have lost your way in the mists of time.
Show us the place, where happiness never dies.

Where Have you travelled,
All these years, turning tides of time?
Or have you lost your taste for nature.
Or have you have your own greed.
They say you never realized.
They say you are one of those who cared for us.
But told us to run when there's still hope for a fight.

I don't believe them, they got the thing all wrong.
You are the one who cared for us one and all.
But left us to rot after we ran.
They say, you may come to recover the remains.
But I don't understand when the need is high.
They want you back again ,
Even after all the sorrow you gave them in their lives.

But I really love you.
I always wanted to be lost like you.
Not to be found by man in his lifetime.
But looked for, by everyone when the hope is high.

I always wanted to find you.
So I searched for you,
And reached this place.
But are you the one.
they talk about,
Are you the one, They miss.
Are you the one, They mistrust.
Are you the one,
for whom they live to see another day.
Are you the one.
Who will make us run, when the hope is gone.

If you are then.
Give me your hand.
If you are too frail to stand.
And I will take you to the land.
I will carry you to the end.
Where happiness never wanes.

My Vision

A gesture of passionate feelings.
Overcomed with emotions sprouting out.
Streams, they, come and go.
Within a deep valley, a maiden sings.
Lamenting the loss of her demon lover.

Standing on the thin wire of hope.
Ridiculed by life as it goes.
The road to Hell is nowhere to be found.
A crippled man tries to bring his soul to deliverance.
Removing his bones out of his dead skin, as blood flows.

A cemented bond of love and trust.
Betrayal has started to take it's plunge to darkness.
In a house, distant, in my vision.
I see, a friend, cut his friend's heart out.
As he desired the heart of the same woman.

Lost by time and space.
Renewed by love in the face.
Long lost valour to save a kin.
This rime is not heard.
It is long forgotten in the tales of lust.

I dream of a time of mad reasons.
Where, man will be none but emotions.
Of whom, a kindled flower will grow into a tree.
Perfect sanity will be found only in the pages of history.
That time, I will be free to plunder in a dream again.

Streets of Fame (part-1)

I was walking down the streets of fame.
I came across the frame of Jesus, crying in pain.
I asked to Jesus, ''why do you cry for our sins".
He replied, "Because I cannot sin for you all sinners".
He again started to cry for our sins in desperation.
His futile effort fell fruitless in the streets of fame.
With His words revolving around the mind of mine.
I was walking the streets of fame.

There came along a girl running.
She asked, ''Do you know Arnold Layne, he is stealing my clothes again".
But I asked her, " What is your name".
She said, " I am Elanor Rigby, they sing about me but Arnold is the one I claim".
She passed by carrying her smell away.
I was walking the streets of fame.
Though by her short presence.
She gave me her reasons.
I, outwardly, believe that Arnold is not to be blamed.

I, came up to a place in a alley.
I saw two beautiful creatures.
Speaking words to one another.
I went closer only to see Romeo and Juliet,
Locked up in a fight for their love or family.
They said to me in unison, "Is our love true".
I said to them,"I believe nothing can be true,
but chance for your part is that it will be forever to rule".
They ran away with blinded eyes from my hate.
I was walking down the street of fame.

Casanova with his lovely loves.
Came along, stood with his both feet below his heart.
The girls were talking.
I heard the news too, Casanova is going to be hanged
For committing misuse of love.
I went up to him.
Casanova in all pink said to me," What is my crime of love".
I answered, "Your crime is the lack of getting used for love
And making much more use of love".
He went away in tears, he will die tonight.
The girls around him went to him
And followed him upto the rim.
I went along my way. Waiting to meet somebody ahead.
Because, I was walking the streets of fame.

Withouht any one in sight.
I sat down and began to take a break.
I had a long journey ahead.
Somebody came to me and sat beside, a park bench.
He said,"I love to do, what my mom tells me to do".
I just met Forrest Gump on my way.
He had began the same old story again.
He has no money left with him.
So he wore nothing except a tie.
He just sells his stories to the travellers in the streets of fame.
Dreaming one day to carry his love away to a place of sin.
I stood up not paying any notice to him.
And I started walking the streets of fame.

I am not tired,still.
Only my thoughts seems to be puzzled.
Mindless maniacs, irregulars of Baker Streets.
Were found to be playing.
Playing those games which heed me to nothing.
They learn from mistakes they make.

Then in a free zone, I came upon a man,
With firsky hair and a lollipop in his hand.
He speaks German but thinks he is American.
Albert comes and asks,"Why did I think so much so
I could come up with the idea for million deaths".
I said to him, ''You are one of the lucky ones''.
Einstein with his lollipop struck to his mouth,
Went away to the small zone,
Were evil wont penetrate his thoughts.
I left him and started walking the streets of fame.

I walk on and on, insanely with insanity around me.
Hercules comes with a violin in his hand.
He is playing the Devil's Instrument.
Playing a tune which nobody ever was taught.
He stops and places his violin and bow under his arm.
He asks, "Being a hero,was there any need of love,
Was I a fool to cry for my sins".
I say to him,"Pick up your violin and learn to read our soul,
And play the Devil which will choose your ways to the truth".
I went through the Herculean street.
To come upon another street, a street of fame.
I started walking it.I was walking the streets of fame.

I have only one wish now,
Nobody knows I am there to behold the tragedy that will evolve,
In the streets of fame.