Death and Salvation.....

A very rare experience for me - emotional turmoil.......i 'm beyond limits a logical and practical bloke.....some scattered events have stirred up some yet unfelt emotions........its strange though but i can fully concentrate on my work stuff....but these feelings that i have chose to ignore for this long is cropping up like this.....though these words may seem utterly unrelated to the title but on reading this one would understand that its no so...........its not suicidal or so in any context......here it goes...

Death and Salvation!!!!

treading alone, no one along
this life i have dwelt all alone
never allowing, never seeking
expectations none, not even craving
grief of seperation i have had but one
with steel wants to face when it comes.....
the moment of salvation!!!!
the point of salvation!!!!


pain and suffering are strewn
after the seam breaks its hard to be swen
its life for all
one can stand only after forcing a fall
justified by time and tale
authority or common all faces the gale
culminatimg in death!!!
granting a shot at salvation!!!!


screwed by all, betrayed by the trusted
decieved by promises, tricked into being expected...
it all turned out to be hollow
naivity today is just shallow
brother come and shout
its time i took charge of my bout
till my death!!!!
claming my salvation!!!!

Places unknown

we sometimes have to look into that unknown place inside of us to realise a bitter truth or get an answer apropse to a long standing dilemma or a prob....this is just a manifestation of that.....

wondering around I try
to find the post that matches
i wish i knew where to fly
before any one reads or catches
a feeling such can never be expressed
defying all imagination
overcoming bodily duress
leaping sanity's definition
speculating whether its fantasy or imagination
making me rattle the places unkown!!!!!

imagination playing tricks with figments
painting a picture rosy and red
cant guarantee solace when all crumbles
its all boils down to the will
end will come one day
none can foretell to epilogue
so why the fear of 'what may' ?
dont wait for the que to you dialogue
whether you sieze the moment or exhault
it'll rattle your palces unknown!!!!!

life is rough, the going gets tough
giving up and sulking is not an option
few are those who fares greener turf
of reality they have no notion
the end is for sure
whether nigh or far, can say none
its a game to be played fair
defaulters for ever will be gone
its raw, its real and often its cruel
it will churn one up to the places unknown!!!!!

when the final bell strikes
none will stand beside to hold
the hand, which you wish they might
dont even whim that it may otherwise unfold
the final party tells it all
sweat, tear, smirk or giggle
all of the journey before your fall
whether enroute you were sombre or fickle.
it will be there and will happen
but you can only speculate from palces unknown!!!!!

Solace.....

we all search for some peace and solace here and there....infact the best place to search for solace is within one self....this is an attempt to potray just that....

SOLACE....

Feeling of a deep abyss
the mystery unfolding slowly
silence more poisonous than the fatal hiss
i feel wors than being miserly.
fathom i cannot the reason for this
festive is the season and the peeps
so why would i like to miss
all this to be lost in the abyss!!!!
i am listless...i am lost....
looking for something i can never have
only darkness seems as a solace.

A pain so severe i have never felt
piercing through all of my defense
seems like only one way left
cut the beating piece out for some sense....
now i can understand why eve acted so
no wonder we are all doomed
like lusting over a forbidden fruit i seek for more
testing me to the point i might boom!!!!
i am hurt....i am wounded.....
looking for a remedy that doesnt exist
only the end might offer a solace.

looking around me, i came to realise
its the same story for all here
whining and bitching wont make an answer materialise
fight till you can stare straight at your fear....
the motto is not to give up
its strange how it can make one change
motivated and driven, one can never stop
by no force would the determination be maimed!!!!!
i am strong....i am awake...
looking no more for the confidence that i possess
only my mettle can offer me solace!!!!!

The girl with a secret.....

Lets just leave it at that.....


the girl with a secret!!!

simple and sombre at first look
a minute her face took
hiding completely the pain and anger
a calm sea is what it seeemed to bear
with every peal i came to realize
how the look did materialize
respect and awe she seemed to arouse
not lust or hunger to bemuse
the girl with a secret !!!!!

the look of deep hurt it had no trace
the pain of death had no reflection on that face
spellbound she had me for long
respect for her was just too strong
feeling so deep and intense she had
would even wipe hell in its flood
the face that used to make her smile
didnt even see that face on his demise
the girl with a secret !!!!!

emotions and feelings buried deep
not even a provocation could make 'em leap
enduring all with pursed lips
god forbid should something would slip...
death changes one in ways unknown
not in such i could have easily sworn
with every passing second i wonder
how can one still remain to sober
that girl with a secret !!!!!

Circle of life

as the name suggests this piece is about our life - infancy -> adolescence -> mid life -> demise. I have tried to put in a few lines....its my point of view and will definitely vary for others.
so here it is :-

'Circle of Life!!!!'


crackers brusting,full of life
the boy then born is playing with his toy
learning to ride he took a fall
life and love just made their call
still he bore a smile on his face
thinking all was just a devine grace
too pure to realise
too innocent to precieve the evil disguise
circle of life!!!!

adolescence claimed his raw mind
fantasizing about sexes and behind
rosey tunes clamped to his ears
the untamed mind grew out of his years
a cruel game with him was played
like a pawn on the board he was laid
too weak he was to percieve
too ignorant of the darkness to concieve
circle of life!!!!

darkness of life, he could never fathom
wished he later, better it had been the dreaded phantom
after the first bolt that struck
he could never get over the amok
choas was what he wished for after
turmoil was the gift that his existence had to offer
too young to feel the wrath it seemed
too late it was, what he couldn't feel
circle of life!!!!

standing alone, fatigued and dejected
now realising how much he was delluded
no one was there to share the pain
fair is a game that returned no gain
not an exception, he came to realize
its just the events that life, for us organize
too late it was to live any more and mourn
to die now was the only wish he bore...
ending what we know as the circle of life!!!!!!

a wish that everyone has but is granted to none.....

All of us at some point of our lives wish to fly, to be free, to be reckless, to challenge the winds, to touch the clouds, to fly with the birds, etc etc. I can rant on for paragraphs and paragraphs but the bottom line remains the same - we wish we could fly !!!!!!
So this is a piece resonating that very wish which dwells in all our minds, no matter how young or old we are or how physically fit or unfit we are.....we all have this deep seated desire to fly. I just tried to put this in a few lines.....
Its called 'Wings'


White clusters floating by
Seeming like feathers,
So close to me they lie
My zeal never withers.
Fly i want, to heights unknown
Cheating death at every step.....
Off my guard i want to be thrown
Wish i had wings that i could flap.
Envy the birds so much now
Lucky, they have wings
If I only knew to grow a pair how?
No one could stop me from playing with the winds!!!!!

forgotten.....

the days fly by
faster than imagination/ur vision
the pain inflicted by you
still stings as bad as new
everything seems to fade away
i will give anything away
can anyone drive this pain away
nothing seems to help anymore
neither dope nor drugs can give a way,
never felt this so down before
but why is this pain never forgotten?
why cant this be forgotten.....
forgotten...............

every minute seems to linger
time seems to have stopped
now its all bitter memories left
for me to put past
never could tell you that
part of my life were you
if you could feel in a similar manner.........

wish i had never felt that way
never gave way to my feelings
never allowed anyone
to make me feel like shit
should have given time for
the righteous owner
ahhhhhh..........
never felt this miserable before
why cant this be forgotten.....
forgotten...............

we had spent hours on the above lines....but just couldn't find the right tunes.....even some parts still remain undecided......:(