Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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

-vociferous

Thursday, February 28, 2013

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

-vociferous 

Friday, January 25, 2013

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.


-vociferous

Monday, September 10, 2012

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

-vociferous

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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

-vociferous

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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

-vociferous

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)

-vociferous