Tuesday, 21 June 2016



Walking currently:

I won, not
A prize, a battle,
A competition,
Nor a draw.

I won, not
Any tangible,
But maturation,
In the humanity's maw.

Possessing power,
A visage deserted of covetousness,
On behalf of my heart,
That only intended to aid.

A few steps backwards:

Extreme possession,
of that uncontrollable ability.
Led me to reflect myself internally:
Sheer obsession to aid.
Though and yet I suffered:
Sheer ignorance
Sheer ostracisation
Sheer dispair
Until and after
The sky clad itself,
A farewell to the sun,
Which wasn't ever bright enough,
To fight the darkness that followed it.

Forecasting the end of my trail:

Fate, a misery.
Even when success lies at my feet,
Jealous rest, grasp my chemise,
Willing to eat me off,
To suppress and bury
That wonderful ability:
Later I mastered.
All that
To manifest a superior margin
Of themselves.

I won, not.
A question indeed,
A vanquished fight against the resentful: just like a sacrificial piece,
Or, loosing that power, strong enough to impact the world?
Like an argument is whirling in my head which I can't overcome,
Like the palpable situation, I won or not?

Monday, 29 February 2016

Unwarranted challenge!

I am thinking,
about walking,
walking continuously,
 Not noticing,
The successive hindrances.

Whilst thinking,
And dreaming,
I was letting myself topple,
Over the roads of life.

It's a challenge,
Huh, so unwarranted!
So acclimatised I am,
Within the radar of prejudices,
Judgements, claims etc.
All of them, enacting,
To be so formal,
But yet, unintelligent here. 

Huh, yet not noticing, I walk!
Towards falling and
Approaching the hindrances,
Further on a path, towards success!

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Perplexed you are!

Oh boy, oh boy, don’t be so Jealous,
There comes a point when everyone possesses the thrive,
It's nobody, but god, who can tell us,
For what’s the reality and the speculative.

Once in a while, Julius Caesar,
A great leader, shortly for a course,
Was contaminated as a mugger.
Try not to do that with me once more, Brutus! 
You'll pick the wrong path.

You’re confused,
Perplexed you are!
Let the clouds downpour,
Be open to a clear sky,
That'd be the point,
 at which you'd perceive the gospel.

At last, 
Why would I fib?

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

Where do I live?

This is where I live,
The world I can’t believe
To exist.

This is where I live,
Pride assumes control over life,
Dagger over a thumb.

Oh, this is where I live!
Where divinity is over believed,
Religion takes over life.

Oh, is this where I live?
Carry me away, 
Oh not you divine being,
I command my sleep.