Solitude with you

the day just passed away....

the night stars give a farewell

i sit on the edge and wait..

for a person with whom i can bid a good bye...

the day that passed was a good one...

but she was the one which made it memorable...

i see her in the moments i love....

as the stars sing to the sun in the cradle....

i sit alone on the edge...

and watch the sun fall out...

the moon starts its night laugh..

as i want myself to cry out loud.....

the rising and setting of sun without you...

the cool breeze i feel withou you...

makes my time stop...

and makes me feel the difference if the breeze was you....

the thousand moments having a million voids...

the voids which wait for you....

the evening which is perfect on its own...

and an imperfect me cries for you.....

the stars now dance in the night rain....

and i still sit drenched on the edge....

I search you in the raindrops which fall...

and trickle drown from my head to chest....

i feel the night rain dancing around me....

and solitude form the rest of the world...

you be the rain with me in the cold solitary night...

with no one to come in between us....

i search the moon which only we can see...

the rain which dances only for us....

its not that I hate the world....

its just that my solitude has u in it......

LIBERATION(humanity)

I sit in one dark corner of this bright world,

The bright world which everyone assumes to exist,

The world which was made on stains of blood,

And the brightness does not seem to resist.

This corner which I feel mine is for real,

The other bright rooms are dark corners mere,

Open your eyes to face the darkness outside,

And let it be defeated by the light inside.

Accept your corner and let it brighten up,

Rather than living in what never existed

Open the doors of light which are long shut,

And let my soul be uplifted

U will find me in the azure sky,

U will feel me in a child’s laughter or cry.

U will touch me in a serene temple,

U will smell me under the autumn’s maple.

The darkness lives in the hands of them,

The ones who don’t know me,

The hands which take innocent lives,

And drop by drop make me bleed.

The dark corner is ours to lighten up,

I am the one who is in everyone’s soul,

So open the light and let the dark shut,

And let me out of the corner and grow

the words i write

Late in the night when the moon is bright

I sit on the window to find your light

The winter cold is dancing on me

But i feel a warmth which i cant see

The fog is thick sleeping on roads

My hands shiver on an empty sheet

Trying to make a figure in the fog

From where the warmth comes which i cant see

I get a warmth in the feel of need

The figure makes my eyes go deep

My hands run on the empty sheet

Trying to find the shadow i need

The aura of the long lost silhouette

Still hovers sumwhere in the shining fog

The days our eyes met

Made my craving soul stop

But now my hands just move

On a white sheet to make a shadow of you

Trying to cut the white fog apart with a sheet

To unleash the warmth i need

I find myself close to you

My words bring back the old feelings

Your shimmering light feels so true

But its just shadow made by my cravings

So lemme stay in the room locked by words

Lemme get burnt by the warmth

Coz my sheet cant cut fog

And its cold so cold widout you.

race

the ones green trees are now yellow

the river water has grown weaker

the clock ticks the mountains down

and the ravines grow deeper and deeper

the time when our minds were green

has gone away like the flowing wind

the flower of the eyes is hidden sumwhere

the thorns wash the memmories clean

the warmth of the sun is now heat

the monsoon drops make us run

memories now stink of sweat

the innocense is now all wet

the time when heads were held high

legs would run on the moist grass

the wound from the thorns would be neglected

and mother's lullaby had no bass

but now shades are of stylish types

to save from the same warm sun

running on the asphalt roads

all that soothes is the sound of guns

the winter fog now blurrs us out

which intrigued us a few years ago

the winter fog just doesn't give the cold

but now it brings with it sorrow

sorrow was just loss of a toy

now it is a loss of a friend

friend which has a prefix boy

is not just the person to play

the world which opened on the park bench

is now wandering in the blinding lights

the sense of victory on the small slides

now comes by making others go down

the race for the swing in the morning

is now race for a meal by the evening

the memories of the fight for food

is now just a race away from childhood

Death of a Warman

As the sun bids goodbye for the day...

the city goes to a mourning sleep,

across the bends haunting guns sway....

and a lone warman makes a walk up the street....

The street which was once happy,

is now trodden land by death...

the messiah of conquer is what one can see....

putting the city to its last sleep on a shallow bed,

the bed which oozes out blood of its people...

the bombs which which have scarred deep..

this conquest was not for the feeble

and so the soldier marches on the silent street...

the carrier of death with a gun in his hand....

the glorious army uniform leaving its mark,

a proud distant land applauds this bloody land...

for giving away so easily the life of spark,

a blood stained bulletproof jacket on his chest...

crying out loud for the carrier of death to stop,

the blood penetrated where the bullet couldn't..

and this blood makes a teardrop fall....

the blood which belongs to some family in the other land,

burns up the soldier from the inside...

the solider stops and reads his hands...

and these instruments of death make him cry...

images of his home keep flashing in his mind...

his wet eyes see the hell he just made...

and the answer to all this,he can never find....

and the glorious instrument of death longs for a shade...

in this city the shade seems like eating him up....

the duty for his country making him brittle,

he searches for the craddle of humanity but can't find any....

the craddle where the sleeping humanity is still there a little.......

that night the war machine gives up...

and the soldier kneels down on this land for the first time...

slowly he secumbs to his own death,

the same death with which he used to dance all day....

and amongst the muslim bodies which lay in thousands..

there were a few americans as well who lay.......

Love in the shadows

thousand shadows on the broken wall,

time stands still somewhere watching....

somewhere on the streets the shadows crawl,

and all the shadows have a silent cry....

thousand shadows on a crude pavement,

the sun goes down lamenting....

the air carries a lethargic scent,

and no one see's the shadows dying......

thousand shadows struggle on a cold wall...

the sunlight breathes its last breath,

and one by one the shadows fall

but still light dances on a crumbled sheet of bed (somewhere)

thousand shadows pray for the sunlight

but two shadows still dance on the crumbled sheet

the sun has to go down come whatever might

but the sunlight still cleans the crumbled bed sheet

thousand shadows yearn for the patch of light

which still hovers on the single window of the dark world

and the two shadows meet and the sunshines bright

and now in this dark world their love unfurls......

A city that sleeps

A thousand heavy heads,

carrying thousand heavy minds,

serpentile streets with dark dead ends,

and cemeteries with millions sleeping dead.

A million stories remain untold,

a city burries these tales alive,

a pregnant city lies asleep,

waiting for more tales to unfold.

A million corners remain dark,

a distant sky carries a spark,

a serene blue sky fades out,

when it meets the cities bark.

A million sounds helter skelter,

a petit silence but hangs around,

the minds in search for the vast and open,

sleep at night in the black shelters.

the huge screens of knowledge and picutres

wrap the dark in dazzles

the heavy rains wash the pavements clean

the filthy stories closed in barrels.

The barrels of life which roll on the roads

craving to burst out any minute

the dancing clouds settle on the city

and the barrels hide their secrets in it

the city that claims not to sleep

has a million dormant souls in its womb

the open eyes of the closed minds

search for life in a deads tomb.

the life which dances on the streets

lays faintly in the citys deep

the blinding lights are dark within

inside the city that sleeps