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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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THE HEART

The heart that beats in us

The heart that makes us live

The heart that surges us ahead

The heart that quivers in us

The heart that urges us happiness

The heart that follows us universally

The heart that adapts in us

The heart that excels us incessantly

The heart that accompanies us eternally

The heart that confides in us

The heart that keeps us excited

The heart that befriends us timelessly

The same heart doesn’t belong to us any more

Misplaced somewhere in the ruins of amore

Washed away and taken aback by an unknown shore

Held by the nature unborn, the heart follows the folklore

Of abandoned romances and hatred of pure

The heart that is so us has grown so silent

Dragged into a bitter lure

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SOMETHING INSANE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

The might of a zero powered bulb

Escalated to the status of a halo

The plight of an arrogantly mannered macho

Depleted to the weakness of a zero

The drunkard from our colony turned into a sage

To sacrifice the wines he got drunk with at every stage

A betrayed lover went on a nasty rampage

Blaming the world for the caused damage

The streetlights turned red maybe with anger or joy

Not letting us know whether it was natural or a ploy

The parents of kids leaped out in search of a toy

They had either misplaced or planned to destroy

The pavement occupying urchins broke into a dance

Not letting anyone know of this impromptu stance

Rich people abandoned their homes for a chance

They had been imagining during many moments of trance

The roads started rolling on rooftops

And the footpaths took a breather for some gallops

Robbers were running insane in search of cops

Probing their identities that had shattered their hopes

The fury of bats overruled the night

Thwarting everything that was wrong or right

Like dead people the world slept with eyes closed tight

Something insane happened last night

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A PART OF ME

A part of me pales out

A part of me burns out

A part of me wears out

A part of me questions me

A part of me criticizes me

A part of me rebels me

A part of me walks away

A part of me hides away

A part of me runs away

A part of me deceives me

A part of me mistreats me

A part of me forgets me

A part of me is no more me

A part of me is so much tainted

A part of me is a yesterday of myself

A part of me continues

On a beaten quest of A Part of ‘Me’

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STILL SOMETHING LEFT IN ME

The influence of winning

Keeps destroying my spirit of losing

I still have some faith left in struggling

Driven not by a good idea

Being chased ruthlessly by bad ideas

I still have some sanity left within me

Surrounded by darkness

Teased by average light everyday

I still have some life left to survive

In a world of too much knowledge

I lack the wisdom to cheat and manipulate

I still have some honesty left to rely

I am asked not to unleash my fury

And I am tagged of being timid

I still have some courage left to defy

Others might be better than me

But I don’t want to be like those others

I still have some uniqueness left to imply

Millions have abandoned me

But I haven’t bid farewell to their existence

I still have some ethics left to comply

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JUST FOR YOU BABA

Why is it that your memories

Have come revisiting me today?

Many years after you left us

So suddenly and so quietly

Holding us back from taking you

To a refuge of prolonged life

There were days when you blessed me

But never hugged me even though

You had wanted to do so very often

Maybe I didn’t allow your feelings

To come avalanching on me

Fearing that I might not want to change

Our worlds I still believe were so different

You were caught up in a time

That I never was eager to inhabit

And between us was torn apart

A mother, a wife stuck in juxtaposition

Endeavoring to pacify the unleashed tempers

You might not have agreed with all my

Lunatic decisions that invited emotional disasters

But you silently stood by as a spectator

Wanting to help me out instantly

But you never discouraged me

From fighting back with restless grit

It was only this morning that I felt

You were standing by my side and telling me

I want to come back to you from somewhere

You are not liking it there so alone so rare

But I am clueless as to how I can bring you here

A world you had never liked when you were there

Maybe it is about that house that you had once

Spent your childhood in which is leaving you

Feeling anxious about its future or maybe

It is about the lane you had walked alone

In your youthful days to prove that you

Were born always a strong winner

I can’t promise you but I will try my level best

To bring you back to where you wanted to be

And left so suddenly with your desires left

Unfulfilled and unachieved so unknowingly

Maybe I too am waiting for you to come back

To me in a way you had always wanted to be…

This is just for you Baba my loving Baba

From the son whom you had wanted to be a rebel

Let me tell you I have grown into the same rebel

Disagreeing over wrongs and fighting for rights

Walking not like you but maybe dreaming a lot

Like you the way you did with my loving mother

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THE IDEA OF A DEMOCRATIC NATION

Unfurling the tricolor,
To salute a creation,
Coming together,
In honor of a celebration,
The idea of a democratic nation.


Remembering the martyrs,
In respect of their revolutions,
Revisiting the history,
In quest of redefinition,
The idea of a democratic nation.


Calling over the times,
To raise voice in observation,
Of concerns closer to the heart,
To power a manifestation,
The idea of a democratic nation.


Foreseeing a future,
Of peace and protection,
From the felonies of fanatism,
To guard against extreme devastation,
The idea of a democratic nation.


Seeking freedom from prejudices,
To defy the evil practice of discrimination,
On grounds of caste, creed, sex,
And to curtail malpractices in name of religion,
The idea of a democratic nation.


Let's unite once again,
In the fair interest of our beloved nation,
To protect the rights of women,
And to gift to our future generations,
The idea of a democratic nation.


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A LITTLE, A LOT

A little here

A lot there

Scattered

In spheres

Is happiness

We wish

To share

And care

A little louder

A lot quieter

Strewn

In tatters

Is creativity

We wish

To stare

And tear

A little nicer

A lot weirder

Surrounded

In matters

Is balance

We wish

To pair

And layer

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FOR IT RAINS NO MORE…

Gone are the days of umbrellas

And the little joys of pitter patter

The euphoria of puddles less cleaner

Splash crashing through craters

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the memories of romance

And the moments of intimate chatter

The bread of hope with a spread of butter

Hastily gulping at the strike of hunger

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the conversations of sweetness

And the laziness of evenings darker

The lightening of happiness glazing brighter

Caught from beneath a thatched roof for shelter

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the innocent deeds of nascence

And the cluelessness of being a lone ranger

The taste of freedom growing better and better

Served graciously on a live sized platter

For it rains no more, like it used to

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I LONG FOR

Arrested by pale colored walls

Driven crazy by conference calls

Bogged down by time-sheet updates

Stripped by the formal mandates

I long for those carefree days

Deafened by eerie silence

Insulted by sophisticated obedience

Betrayed brutally by fake deadlines

Pushed to the edge by stringent timelines

I long for those creative days

Threatened by boring work hours

Irked by conversations of zero power

Pulled deep by my Adam aged monitor

I stand in quest by a purpose definitely better

I long for those charming days

Forgotten by good times of joy

Remembered by bad foes of ploy

Slowly erased by dust of nothingness

I might perish into the world of shallowness

I long for those carefree days

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HAVE NO MERCY (on me)

For the many times

I have remained

Heartlessly indifferent

Ripping emotions

Betraying faith

And proving my might

Have no mercy (on me)

For the controversies

I have fueled

Against innocents

Tarnishing reputation

Shunning dignity

And stamping my soul

Have no mercy (on me)

For the insults

I have inflicted

Knowingly unknowingly

Shattering souls

Sacrificing happiness

And imposing my ills

Have no mercy (on me)

For the assaults

I have orchestrated

Against unarmed

Slaughtering devilishly

Erasing existence

And sharpening my ego

Have no mercy (on me)

For the stories

I have narrated

About life

Concealing facts

Underlining myths

And abusing my position

Have no mercy (on me)

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A DIFFICULT ‘ME’

Forgive and forget

Not at all my nature

Masked as a human

I am a heartless creature

Sacrifice and surrender

Not in my demeanor

Selfish and self-centered

I am a rude crusader

Love and hate

Mean nothing to me

In a confused state

I train my mind to be unhappy

Hurting and thrashing

I turn my decisions into rules

Wish to follow or not follow

I keep imposing them on all

Success fails to impress me

Failure succeeds to win me

Giving up before trying

And trying still to win

Jealousy runs in my veins

Passiveness works like oxygen

Dependable I am not

On lucky ones who love to gain

With a pinch of venom

I consume the nectar of life

Rather than being sweet

My thoughts are nasty like knife

Competition is not my flavor

I will deliberately do no favor

If heaven is not a place for me

Hell too shall choose to disown me

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VOYAGE OF LOVE

Between two destinations of

Dreams and desires

Traveled two souls

In quest of love

Time, days and years

Passed by as milestones

Of infectious romance

And addictive passion

A windfall of gifts

Bowlfuls of surprises

Kept the love alive

Between the two of them

Till one fine day uncertainly

Another face emerged

From the crowd

They were a part of

A third traveler

Or a perpetrator

None of their souls

Could make out or decide

But the chemistry

Was getting better

Between the emerging days

And paling nights

The two souls

Very much in love

Were finally separated

By the third soul of love

And the love continued

For many more years

At new destinations

Of allegations and advice

Arrived a tornado one day

Heaved by another soul

Pushing the two much in love

To the edge of disappearance

Thus begun another journey

Of illicit crimes and conspiracies

Staying awake through the lethal nights

Frolicking between the dangerous days

Names of each other tattooed all over

Colored hair in shades unknown

Getting pierced and pricked

By objects and sexy little things

A bit too famous did they get

For the souls to fall apart

In arms of their distant pasts

Hoping the love could have last

Abandoned on an island

Of hopelessness and hatred

Waived the hand of a soul

To a shining light of life

Descended another soul

For a new journey to begin

Deep into a whirlpool

To the point of no return

And finally the eyes opened

Wide awake they found

Each other again

To continue and remain

In a journey between destinations

Of faith and trust

Committed to each other

Ascending to the peak of TRUE LOVE

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IN TRANSIT

From the land of lure

To the island of lust

The feet travel

And the soul departs

Seeking earnest refuge

Beneath a broken sky

Bathing in the dust

Of a river running dry

Pierced by thorns

Caressed by scorns

Crawling on pebbles

Strangled by shackles

Befriending darkness

Conversing alone friendless

Pushed into a stinking room

Vagabonds call it their home

Surrounded by feminine smiles

Senses retreated for a while

Nailed to a broken bed

Gasping for freedom unlimited

Skin slowly transforming into sand

Nothing seems to be grand

Threatened by a gun

Admiring the dead sun

The soul did turn back

Almost like a zombie off the track

Shattered from within

To start on a journey a little less mean

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