MY INSTINCT IS MY CONTENDER

I am extremely impossible

When moments arrive of being possible

I choose to remain speechless

When my speech is in need of urgent stress

I am extremely intolerant

When circumstances demand me to be tolerant

I choose to remain rugged

When my demeanor is supposed to be managed

I am extremely bitter

When taste of conversations can be sweeter

I choose to misjudge myself

When my judgment defaults my own self

I am extremely volatile

When situations are to be kept docile

I choose to stay indifferent

When my conscience too prompts me to be different

- vociferous

NO COMEBACKS

The birds which had left their homes,
Lost their way back to those homes,
Their free wings were left tattered,
Melody of their chirping had shattered.

Captured by the cruelty of mankind,
Shot at by the insanity of evil mind,
Freedom of these birds were put to an end,
Broken where their legs with no one to tend.

Losing out to the brutality of extreme greed,
Trying to rebel in vain over inhuman deed,
The birds are still trying to go back but bleeding,
At the world’s core humans are busy killing.

The birds remind us of our survival and sense,
Their plight makes us recollect our loss of innocence,
Bleeding we too are in agony of being misdealt,
Our cries are yet to be heard but will never be felt.

-vociferous

YOU, ME AND US

Life was once so beautiful,
Sorrows had no space to sway,
But then times changed,
And everything moved away.

Tears of joy dried out unannounced,
Painful feelings had made their way,
I remember to have mourned aloud,
The lone moments of night and day.

Everything bright had turned pale,
Unsure and hurt I walked confused all the way,
Not a single memory was left to be rejoiced,
Even closer relationships had drifted away.

It was during one of those cold Decembers,
A smile arrived like a breeze my way,
Every dark moment of untruth and disgrace had withered,
Paving the arrival of love in the sweetest way.

Gently comforting and caressing me in immense pain,
You had never expressed what you conveyed that day,
Inspiring me to look at life again,
You inspired me to challenge every difficult day.

And then on a very special occasion,
On a brightly lit full of joy Friday,
You held my hand and looked into my eyes,
Showing me hope and pointing me the way.

Surrounded by the harmony of love,
Together we chose to sail away,
No more could the lone moments be seen again,
I love becoming YOU, ME and US in a love filled way.

-vociferous

AGAIN...

In a robust mood to rebel again,
In no mood to be caught up in juxtaposition,
I being called sane insane…

Having lived by the might of pen,
Having accustomed the mind to pain,
I am set to begin again…

Challenging it seems to sustain,
Challenging my vision repeatedly to refrain,
I wish to romance the pen again…

Years have come and gone in vain,
Years have teased me of being inane,
I am zero thrilled to just idly remain…

Holding a sphere of ideas in my hands again,
Holding my head high in the crowd again,
I am all set to write for my right again…

-vociferous

FOR YOU MY MOTHER

For all the nine months,
you kept me alive in your womb.


For all the late nights,
you remained awake to see me sleep.


For all the birthdays,
you arrived early with gifts aplenty.


For all the happiness,
you brought to me with a smile.


For all the hardships,
you braved to make my life easy.


For all the tears,
you cleansed with your barren hands.


For all the achievements,
you cheered with a joy filled heart.


For all the silence,
you maintained over my frustrations.


For all the pain,
you went through to heal me.


For all the books,
you made me read to become a writer.


For all the food,
you made me fall in love with eternally.


For all the clothes,
you shopped for to make me look smart.


For all the feelings,
you shared to add strength to my emotions.


For all the pardons,
you granted to my mischievous antics.


For all the love,
you still continue to shower on me.


For all the innocence,
you practice in never being harsh on me.

I will remain the son that I am.
I shall try to be the good son you dreamt of.

-vociferous

THIS DAY, THAT YEAR

On this day of that year

When bitterness was not so dear

Floating over the ocean

Dressed in a killing gear

They breached the city of dreams

Unleashing a nightmare

Releasing cryptic fury

They painted a night of dire and fire

Shedding blood, draining bullets

A city was made the target

By fanatics who conspire

They silenced lives

They silenced voices

They silenced desires

Moving around with killing machines

There seemed to be no end to the regime

Cops were gunned

Security was shunned

In a group of ten

They left the city in pain

Sponsored by our nation’s neighbor

We still take their terrorizing favors

Vomiting talks of peace

Our leaders appease

We urge to put an end

To this nonsense please

No more bloodshed shall we bear

In the face of terror

We daringly stare

Let us reply in bullet for a bullet

And let us stand in support

Of 26/11 Martyrs – The Great

Let us pray for their bleeding souls

And let us all pledge in whole…

- vociferous

WHAT I HAVE?

I have no guitar to strum a song
I have no car to drive along.

I have no flowers to impress
I have no words to express.

I have no gifts to share
I have no crystal to stare.

I have no diamonds to sparkle
I have no secret to marvel.

But I do have a heart, which beats apart
And I desire to make this heart a part of your heart.

- vociferous