"Have U ever felt alienated"? Yeah, my dreams and thoughts going dark & amputated I feel I am standing in a Blackhole Single, Rhyming & Singing Alone in this Wormhole Circular, Cavernous and Globulous Consuming my life as whole In World full of shit and hits & With people having one leg in their grave pits With their intentions dubious and devillish I'm craving and crying brackish Thirsty for that life light live Can't make it in/out of that hole alive Happens same too in world I trying to be bold in and gold Trying to be among them to in fit Doing whatever they told me in bit Learnt wasted my time and age Came to know they saw me & treated as shit And, make me feel alienated Now, I am getting doubt, Yeah Am I or Them to be shunted
Myself got hunted, for my Ideals As everyone conspired against me To put me on list Wanted Now, Have I to feel alienated or Them Coz I am not an alien for my soul & bum Puts this they are alienated Covering Fears and of getting Haunted Now I ask U, Did U ever get shocked and shadowed If Yes, Then It's the perfect answer to who questioned "Have U ever felt alienated"?
Yeah, I am that Villain in Ur part of story, Always present as challenging mystery Coz, I am Alien, who can't be erased from your history
Twenty years passed in our journey Which began as a single sight To say & believe so funny Of two souls looking as one for same,Moon & Stars. Not craving about anything like fame But with great wishes & hope in their relationship Without giving a second thought about money Twenty years passed in our journey
Became, everyone's cold eye, for our love Which we bore in our soul, & to glow Time & Things went by as our body lost twinkle Went over with unforgettable scars & wrinkle Our generations went by to grow and mingle But, we stuck at place primal out of bugle We lost our body even to dance at that jingle When I opened my wardrobe full of dust Having like in a cloud of mist Smacking that old memories to my face And as revival to,bringing them back to shape Brought wardrobe antique with love & care & with dowry heap, To in-laws home, in May From parental home with a married ritual way Shifted wardrobe in cove to prevent wear & tear
But it was more of a wardrobe It had my old lover in robe On first sight he had my heart rob & Heart sound going to ears made me throb But as years went by, This all became a fantasy, Dawning with a reality, He just made me a unclosed dark orifice By,throwing on my face a surprise file of divorce He went too further in every way as he was not suffice
But,I only remembered him still in pain As a old lover in that memory lane Whenever I opened my wardrobe & stood in time rushing till.... My bangles on hand kissed My sitting bangles emerald & tinted Pushing me to that day of marriage weep As my mind getting coiled to screw up with key I was glowing beautiful with mehendi And wore a red, white, pink dress in Combination with natural lovely bindi Walked with him steps of seven As trying to tell,I became now in his life as even In a moment, All that been washed up in By a gushing tears falling to win & pushing me to love more my painful fears of bin And my emerald bangles in wardrobe sitting beside Reminding not to clean with tears dropping their sides anymore....
Had it been not for the good of us Decided by decision might make our souls free Both which we have life left in days From where which we have stopped with no glee Had my old love in robe Ducking in corner of wardrobe & a box too covered in dust And opened with lust But was pandoras box from first Had tinted pieces of mosaics of poems broken Like a burning heart going to pieces when shaken Poems are like mosaic pieces of heart of alphabets, metaphors and memories double Glued with words, syllables probable To make once a great story lying in soul, poignant to wobble
Wrote many tinted mosaic pieces of heart To only can make us complete by this art, of us Became our one & only first & last crush Received kisses of love in silence & hush Penned tinted pieces love, feminism to masculinism & hatred Building ourselves only to get cracked With unknown barriers ready in In between us, to keep us broken & shocked Only to have that heart shattered Relieving tinted mosiac pieces out like in unfinished battered People's words thrusting to blow mosiac pieces in scattered
As dry state to new and revived by confidence again Only to make ourselves Glue that tinted mosiac pieces towards a new way of gain Craving to make & set as one to have that glee some in vain But our tinted pieces or heart once broken & tried to be glued Yet how many times u try Can't be shining and same again With scars glued yet show themselves in vain Whatever U try with to cover in pain Other people point towards u their finger and mouth in no shame
So, it apt to say for this rainy weather
"Poems are mosaics made of broken pieces of heart held together by layer of alphabet, metaphor and memories treasured in a box where, " My old lover in robe sits inside my wardrobe, covered in layer of dust and my emerald bangles sitting beside tell me not to clutter and clean it with tears anymore"
As, that day hard came hopping My heart going up & down pumping My buddies set me up on a date blind With, her name Kate, so wise Ofcourse, our date was too wind Thoughts adressed to me in mind, As she would purposely come in black n white Surprisingly, she came in that bright I felt happy and cheeky tight She walked staright towards me as As she was acquainted to me right. But I was surprised later, to find Out it was, I in blind in date to her As she was clever to know me Before I set out date with her This was the deed of my buddies To tell about me to her at my back About my fails, & tragic date chack Which she felt something, I don't know it was weird/good thing But, she agreed to meet me Again to spend with me a time double I thought it would go without a trouble And, learnt she had me thought In a different bubble And left me in pity probable Made my buddies sore eyed primal And, they never made courage And set out on blind date ever To again set me up On a date with a writer I told them I would love to be single Was really not again ready to mingle And not to marry again a writer in rife What is wrong in life To die without a wife My buddies too agreed with war cry They would too join me in my strife pry But, all turned me down when they met Woman of liking as writers as their wife.. At as, I didn't know to laugh/to cry As, after seeing them made my heart fry(burn) Not for those writer wives who clever and beautiful But for my buddies, who broke war cry and were deceitful This, is the story to my audience Who were now going it with patience What to say about this women /wives U don't know when they be ur superwife When be they put jacknife on your life In this drama of life of woman/wife We are her audience of joy, anger & Her pet husband to her All, married expert men agreed her Telling there's no cure about this & her So, many writers wrote about her But nobody wrote in this way here And we too as audiences read so many About her written in many other But, my one may not be your liking As I penned down on her as I went on tour for hiking U may have now lagged in this reading Where from my piece,started As date to wife to audience & going Now I know, my this piece would Now gather more likes, critic comments & audience Gathering to make my piece in flying This is the power of audience in judging To make this piece as EC's top casting U know U are one expert in Making my piece top branding But, remember It's not possible Until we have audience & mirakee To push U far away to tell keep going Thank U all audience again Making my piece waving All time high in colours flying -------------------------------------------------------- (Audience) They are like mirror Throwing eggs at U When they find U lower By that, they tell It's time over For U to leave old & embrace New way to attract them & more In order to get trophies bigger Well, is it this truly that? No, It's your percept mad for trophies & likes But, It's their true love for ur writing comedies and talents But not about ur number of trophies & likes I'm so sorry, I misunderstood them(Audience) I promise U to give me one more chance in a ton So that I can prove U, I am back with golden pen I just want to thank U from bottom of my heart Because of U I am back in my Art Coz U stood by me from day one from start What can be more to say about If I say, I would be like putting U in shame Coz, U are in AUDIENCE Of HALL OF FAME ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Writers and Audiences are on Continuous date with each other, Where one pens down a piece, Which touches the body & soul of latter Writers, are like moon and stars With their lovers(people/audience) on earth r like superstars ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Audiences are like masks and prisms Reflecting different faces & shades in spectrums U need to take away whites & leave blacks Coz, it's the only way to be before them As right in our deeds & thoughts We need to thank them by core But I can't pen down pieces more --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Masks Marched like head to head toast With their time in perfect sync past Of feeling proudness & courage on U know me as mask of brave one (Soldier) Ready to sacrifice myself for others son My fellas also Marched like head to head toast But U know it alas & at last, Of feeling mad & brutal form U know me as mask of coward one (Terrorist) Spilling blood, pain of innocent son So, don't allow your mad to go rage Coz U will be cast by ur mask in cage Counting your entire life's penny in wage U know me as colour mask of people Instantly transforming in less time couple Violet mask for powerly Indigo mask for arrogantly Blue mask for wickedly Green mask for envy Yellow mask for wastly Orange mask for castely Red mask for enmity & White mask for cowardly Black mask for beastly But U see, masks we too like Just about U are alike On inversion We too have like U a diversion. Violet mask for responsibility Indigo mask for honesty Blue mask for competence & reliability Green mask for eco friendly Yellow mask for simplicity Orange mask for excitement & warmly Red mask for lovely White mask for happily Black mask for sophistication So, U see we too have sides vonal Like Muti faceted gonal But is it we having this feature Or U chaotic about it And Using us in your brochure & voucher U are so shameless creature Thinking U r too mature We, as your masks have felt Too as your shameless peer To be worn on U as Your genre less preacher We felt about us that in pain Prayed not to keep us in vain We had got ourselves heeded And there was a wrath on world(Corona) And all realised that we r needed Slowly our true masks were On every person's face.. gonal All having one fear of death As all pushed to live as one for primal Everyone realised our competence We too as masks one Needed them for our depedence As,Masks, we can't live without people & They too can't live without our banal Is it good/bad to Be masked/umasked Wish I had answer for this & Before U would be asked But I know this answer now depends & Lies deep down river of reasoned Where U not only get Ur answer But also makes U seasoned... Don't judge about my piece so fast With Ur mask on past U may be bitten & smitten If it's gets posted on top EC's cast.. So judge and read slowly about my piece On People and Their MASKS.. ----------------------------------------------------------------- People of emotion in bony cask & Soul in red flesh ruby in lask Try to show their true facet in task Generally acknowledged by others as Mask Mask in comedy Mask in tragedy Mask in drama Mask in karma We are present in Every ounce of human bin parody Turning this into A great cycle of rhapsody ------------------------------------------------------------------- Many pieces on mask and she(woman), About her heart and her soul, Striving some to make it free, Some covering her from her inner glee, What way can addressed and redressed To make her & soul full dressed With clothes and masks brushed As a origami To her in full literary spree -------------------------------------------------------------------- Mother Nature & Her mask,in it's name No pen can raise to blame. First we creature are needed to be tamed And we need our masks of clown to be washed Then, we may go after her mask to downed ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Origami of colours hue Origami of structures due Conical, Circular, Polygonal And origami of ideas banal Structured to dreams canal Moulded into earth prefect With lakes into snakes & and Life & soul into origami By sculpting into memory Creatures with short, long, curved With morphological origami And lifeless one transformed Into different as shale, slate demi With metamorphic origami Wherever U go & gamut U get origami trying to be perfect But Is origami perfect It's our mind's percept We which apply to all life & lifeless We seek metaphorical origami in In Ideas origamied to Dreams As Soul origamied to memory As if a soul wade Kissed, Danced & made All as if a lively person bade I tried myself to go from Burning from to Cold boon And Sun form to Moon Origami of nature was too tough To master and try be to perfect But, I was advised by a great man To origami habits to cane U have origamied ideas From Ideas to dreams & From dreams to future & To channel anger turbot, Needed origami and Resident in our body to Turn into energy perfect... And that was advice of nonetheless KALAM This is origami of life Residing in U like shadow or wife Origami of trees to change From Summer towards fall or autumn With origami of colours like blue, yellow, pink And at end from redorange to redbrown and black So we also too change in situation From one dimension to other So fast, That one is unable to find Our behavioural perception. We act to put origami of masks Which even our dearest can't find & bask We think we are perfect in our task But then when anybody finds it out They won't give respect To Ur value nor to your mask Such is value of origami for U Don't change it for near & dear But, change it with whom U fear Architectonics in Today, shows dichotomies of paper sent In large scale to represent Universe encounter of chaotic Like writer & his piece dramatic. And, Origami of shape Has garnered hype in heaps Everyone wants to look like fit n bit This is negative impact to those Who love to be fat, fluffy and whit They are considered out of order in kit. And reflects origami of shape in us put. With a varied new terms coined like Pylometrics,Tabata,Toning & A few to add to it's whike There is so much going In world of origami making Feel sometimes to good & weird What's much about to discuss Than to sense gami various, To enjoy origami so fervourous.
Pathways going by angled degrees And cut by steep arcs and radians Where does it go & end, nobody knows.. And, I was going from it's start to end With all emotions borne to go away Like fragrance to spread From all years from January to May(Lifetime) All through out the Life's Journey in a sway Saw Castles of glass Saw People of caste Divided by division Living a Life of motion in haste May be this is Life's Journey in a sway Now my emotions have become hollow & dry In this concrete world of people & weapon Myself absorbed with poison made me cry Society's rusty doors(barriers) made me fry For I was a bird in this pathway of Journey As I was going Visible to Invisible in fog of people I tried to fight, struggle and use my wings But my liitle wings were clipped And I was put like in box of board I had now been put before people(Husband,.. etc) Who had nothing but to lust me For them, Invisible, Who I was all time ? & What's Inside of me ? As my time aged, I was broken and out caged As,not everyone can break Society's barriers, So tricky and mazed, Go & ask Ur parents, for if this was true ? Yeah, I think they would in pain & silent agree As they were also birds once too I felt now to not to give A damn shit about Visibility & Invisibility Or my Life's Journey For now I,who had nothing else dry pain & pry As my piece following weary & wry
When I was lonely in any Situation Decapitated like Heartless Hard Stone Headless & Was put in Worst Constrain I would flutter with heavy pain of breath To be free from this age(time) wrath Even tried to kiss death trap
But there's a Voice from within Seeking Ur final opinion on decisions between Where do U think this come from ? What do U think about it, Jerry & Tom ? This is that advice of Transformation Before U commit any act of foolishness Or even tried to kiss death in any situations Leaving U & Ur family in heart broken & paralysed conditions
I went that through position But, I didn't choose to kiss ruination I chose to listen to that voice within I fell in love with it Whenever I tried to do anything It just advised me something I followed it patiently & I named it "TRANSFORMATION by Intuition".
I just one day in a dream felt about that day's (death) situation & Thought if I had kissed death that day Then I wouldn't have left to see & live for this day
It advised me to take a route of diversion Everytime told me to put my Body & soul in solace in "COCOON of Divine Vision" Told me not care about result & division Just to follow Ur Journey among people & stars Which U can take only in possession Even made me to learn from "Nature" "Inevitable Change is it's dominant feature"
Many animals seek only physical survival But we today too like them lust only for physical survival Survival of a Thing has become primal We Transformed from "HUMAN BEING to" HUMAN ANIMAL" Blindly thought it to be "Evolution in Creation"
We seek only Rage against Sage We seek only Wage against Moral Page This has become Order Of All Day Now U Tell Me, How can Suffering be gone in One Day ?
So seek "TRANSFORMATION by Intuition" from this day This's my life in process of, "TRANSFORMATION By Intuition" going on till Today.
NOTE - Ur Inner Voice is a greatest Transformer Stop Suicide If U Suicide U have killed God's Best Creation, so U have no right to kill Urself Most Importantly U too can't murder
Many My Incarnations come & go After every one of them I feel alive with Ki As I arise from Hibernation
Seiving my negative energy Capitalising my Chi & Pranic energy Rejuvenating my body & soul in cocoon Searching for that enlightenment In severe meditation & atonement To be born again as new Incarnation Arising new again from my old Hibernation
Revising is rick As U get to mould with consensus gentium Cause U are subservience on them As U can't run into wilds forever As U are embossing from Caterpillar Working on & Walking on former steps To plan & climb to go up the ladder
This's a painful stage of penance & patience Where U trail in solace of silence of Ur body & soul Strolling from room of retrospection With mind & soul in introspection With what new form to get ready by injection
As, Exchanging from caterpillar to chrysalid mother Transformation of one morphological dimension to other By getting draped in secretions shinier than milk Further look like beaming saree of silk Similar of getting draped & Strafed with mixed ideas, feelings & emotions Pilot to ameliorate for exigencias To enlighten in new way(ideas) for Ur new Incarnation. Only condition in Hibernation, U can't go to former Incarnation.
Hibernation too underwent modern ways Novel Evolution ways are habituated with new processes Such as Yoga,Detox Workouts etc with needs to address & caress All striving for vim, vigour & mental balance. To keep U & Ur body's vital savings Streamed with your remaining life years
So this is Hibernation followed by entire nation In some point in everyday of their remaining life's ration
My time has come, go to her & meet Spent last few (9) months in dark & heat Felt her only by kicks of touch & hands of sensation
Women in mask of blue & dress of green Entered a room full of team Having a pre installed heavy equipment In singing tones of blue, red & green Made her ready on bed Checked her vitals for good/not good Put her slowly to sleep To run her ruby heart in good keep Team accessed her & Talked between themselves something &Then went on to mark,cut her beautiful soft tissue Belly in an inverted T known as C-Section Like as they went to find some priceless treasure of issue
Layer by layer they went little by little Until blood slowly was gushing out in red & full They speeded up their process One was soaking up blood spill Other was monitoring her air fill
I too also got excited in anxiety And used all energy to flee Using in all red flesh & bones Slowly the lead(team) made final cut & I was so relieved & happy That I would finally meet her
To see how she would take me into her & Slowly I was coming out in chord umblic In balloon with fluid Moving & touching around me Like jelly or squid
Then my team made my assessment & Slowly made my head to come out first Then followed my legs I was with my eyes closed & shut But in my head ready to burst As soon as lead gave me a good pat in my squishy butt I started on full crying with anger & hurt
He sighed & signed he was happy & Ordered ladies in team to take care of me & They caressed me, bathed me & put me in incubator to sleep But there's where I felt that lady still sleep in ventilator And felt, one other person in tension all time standing out over Oh, he was my other partner I think so known as father Who was agitated like turbine motor
After a few moments of time Team arrived & talked with her Gradually one of ladies finally took me to her The moment I saw her My heart lay still All round noise to me fell too silent & needed to kill Her eyes shining like stars Her heart & lips full of love No words to express her beauty Held my hand with affection My mind in confusion who this better lady would be Who would better be compared & considered ? I felt truly from her she saw herself in me Felt proud of her how lady took months with ease Now I felt ashamed of my eagerness to flee Wish I could spend less time & give her less pain to be free Who could that be again /Who was she ? It was my mom.. On day I was born to meet me