DOWNTOWN TRAIN

Rains and memories
Memories and rains
All through the window
Of a furious train

I HAVE SEEN THE RAINS

I have seen the rains,
I have felt the rains,
More emotionally
Than physically.

I have drank from the rains,
I have shared from the rains,
More addictively
Than compulsively.

I have heard the rains,
I have sung the rains,
More in verses
Than hymns.

I have sketched the rains,
I have splashed the rains,
More as a child
Than being an adult.

I have held the rains,
I have hugged the rains,
More emotionally
Than casually.

I have saved a part of the rains,
I have saved an element of the rains,
Only to rejoice with you
In their crowning glory.

-vociferous

BREAKING AWAY

Shhh... 

Don't waste a breath more

For we shall not reunite

Our nights were beautiful

Our days made more beautiful by them

Not a word more

For we shall not restart

These lost conversations

Shhh...

Not a word more or less

For we shall not re-look

Into this present

Which will turn into a broken past

Heeding to none

Yet dedicated to some

Shhh...

Don't waste the smile I adore

For we shall not recover

From the trauma

Of not just a separation

But the pain of 

Breaking away

Breaking away from everything

That was once us and will now be

A mere YOU and ME

Breaking away 

From the myth

That we too were once 

Two rebellious and too infectious lovers

Shhh...

Don't waste another moment in waiting

For we shall be alone again

Let me help you embark on a new journey

From today you on your own 

From tomorrow I on my own

Narrating, repeating, printing and sharing

Tweeting, pinning, retweeting and re-framing

Our lost story and a newly written poem about

Breaking Away

-vociferous

HOPE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which pull us out of despair

Helps us repair

Our shattered fortunes

Refuels our empty lungs

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which act as pills

For us to recover

From our disturbed past

Making us believe in the present

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which inspire us to create

Something out of nothing

And big things out of small things

Renews our lost dreams

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which keep us alive

To imagine more

Do more

Liberates us to conquer the world

-vociferous

VICTORY DAY

Not by swords

Not by guns

Not by blood

Not by malice

But by saffron

We come home

To the Victory Day

Not by hands

Not by sickles

Not by symbols

Not by signs

But by lotus

We march up

To the Victory Day

Not by murk

Not by conspiracies

Not by blames

Not by bigotry

But by rebel

We rise on

To the Victory Day

Not by losers

Not by rulers

Not by haters

Not by hackers

But by One Great Leader

We surged on

To the Victory Day

Not by religion

Not by remorse

Not by ruin

Not by rot

But by NaMo Mantra

We celebrate grooving

To the Victory Day

-vociferous

Written on the account of NaMo's win and his ascent to the throne of India's PM.

LET ME BE INSANE AGAIN

Towards the ocean

I ran again

Embracing the rains

I felt again

Teasing the pains

I coiled again

Consoling the heart

I said again

Let me be insane again

On the road

I drove again

In the book

I read again

Rewinding the promise

I vowed again

Revealing the aggression

I yelled again

Let me be insane again

Forgetting the world

I danced again

Breaking the rules

I rebelled again

Holding the pen

I wrote again

Recalling the conscience

I sang again

Let me be insane again

Romancing the dark

I loved again

Reviving the past

I succumbed again

Ruling the odds

I evened again

Reaching the crossroads

I chanted again

Let me be insane again

Behind the light

I chased again

Before the insane

I prayed again

Beyond the boundaries

I traversed again

Refreshing the breath

I breathed again

Let me be insane again

-vociferous  

Followup to a poem penned by me long ago - SOMETHING INSANE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

WHO AM I? Matters to me…

From the pen
I hold
From the paper
I scrunch
From the ideas
I abandon
A question arises

From the journeys
I take
From the destinations
I belong
From the milestones
I miss
A question begins

From the music
I create
From the songs
I sing
From the lyrics
I quit
A question echoes

From the lessons
I learn
From the philosophies
I adopt
From the rules
I break
A question bursts

A question
That challenges me
A question
That inspires me
A question
That amplifies me

All it asks
WHO AM I?

Not one
But many replies
Sum it up for me

Who am I?
Matters to me…

I wish to not abandon thee
But want the question to stay with me
For the pure reason
That it matters to me

-vociferous