It still rains

The rivers don't meet.

This time.

The rains didn't come.

This time.

The patch is less green.

This time.

I don't feel at home.

This time.

I haven't gone there.

This time.

Fuck man.

Idle

Sacrifices don't make you anything.

You sacrifice and look like a fool.

It is hard to jugde when you are losing.

It is hard to define why?

Answers are easy.

But not satisfying the mind.

Mind is at fault not the reasons for it to be such.

Disorder

This decision to take a decision.

This inability to see any further.

To write any better.

To think any better.

Bites me now and then.

A pure case of lost confidence.

A pure sense of lost sense of humour.

Call it anything.

It might be the rains.

After many days they are here.

It is a case of weather depression.

Yes.

Nothing special

The nerve is about to split.

You don't call it nerve-split.

This is lack of oxygen.

Afternoon sucks.

The air-condition sucks.

It sucks your peace of stomach.

You feel uneasy.

You don't know what to do.

So you write poems.

In weird blogs.

Just to vent out the anger.

Of being not able to do anything.

About global warming.

Green house gas fucks.

O Lord.

Help.

Still in love

It is difficult.

Every lover would agree.

A life without YOU.

Let us not talk about the gender.

Let us just talk about love.

Unquestionable love.

Everything that a lover needs.

To be in love.

Can't there be a romantic verse?

The poet has lost all.

Why doesn't he go back?

Get those torn old diaries.

Written in a young age.

When love meant nothing.

Love was enough to make anyone.

Spend a sleepless night.

Wondering.

:)

I still love you baby.

My poems are not like those.

But my love still is.

Now I miss you more.

Now the pain is more.

The scream is a way to say.

I love you bitch.

I love you.

More than I love myself.

That's not true.

:)

But I love you.

Mmmmmmm.........

Rise of the Machines

They look tired.

But they have not lost hope.

It's all in the mind.

The challenge is the survival.

Survival of both the entities.

Rise of the forces.

Eager to rise to the highest level.

Respecting each other.

Trying to impress each other.

Using force to tear each other.

To see what lies within.

Plugs and Plants

You try to fool everyone.

Sometimes we catch you.

Sometimes someone else.

Don't try to give the explanations.

We don't need them.

Not everything is market driven.

It is called self driven.

"For me only for me "

There is something called integrity.

Towards the self.

But the system does not let anyone.

Nor us.

What is wrong in trying?

We succeeded last time.

It works.

Trailblazer

Let us cut the grass.

It is green on you side.

Let's cut you to size.

Let's cut your green grass.

You have grown tall.

It does not fit you.

Your image.

Let's malign it for sometime.

Then we will retrofit it.

Suitable to our needs.

:)

True Lies

The flow has stopped.

No it hasn't.

Just trying to recuperate.

They say it happens.

No one needs to prove.

It doesn't.

Yet people try.

And end up messing things.

The harmony is disturbed.

There is total disintegration.

Of thoughts.

Insanity prevails for some time.

Then soft music and some sleep.

Bingo!

Time Consuming

Is it time bound?

It should never be.

There are people out there.

Watching it all the time.

These things should never be chained.

There should be no end to it.

But no one remembers the beginning.

So it is bound to continue.

Animals don't sing

He is slow when on prowl.

Fast if he wants something.

The mother is always stronger.

The father won't live with them.

In search of new mothers.

Seasons come and go.

The cub grows to be a mother.

The father is now the brother.

It is not about being an animal buddy.

It is about being a fucking human.

With reasoning.

All out of Love

There was a time.

When in love.

I would do crazy things.

I don't do them anymore.

But I do other things.

Which I never thought.

A whole new world has evolved.

And relationships are so fragile.

They are always ready.

To break you apart.

Amazing, this thing love.

I am still deeply in love.

Somewhere in Indraprastha

The prayers have been accepted.

He was himself in the chariot.

Surrounded by clouds.

For four days and more.

He kept on moving.

From one place to another.

The greenery still needs some polish.

Well it took time but it did happen.

Steffi will you marry me?

The legend of the game.

One of the legends.

Maybe the legend for us.

Saw him first in Doordarshan.

Then a poster in Sportstar.

Which was exchanged for Tyson's.

Young and long hair.

Ear-rings!!

Lifting the plate.

An ordinary citizen with an ordinary past.

An extra-ordinary sportsperson.

Saw him again in StarSports.

No hair.

Struggling to keep the match.

Then losing it.

And coming back again.

Winning the tournament.

Some years later.

Now he says goodbye.

Okay.

We understand.

The Fifth Direction

Limited time to do the unlimited.

Whose company is this?

The time machine has broken apart.

Now you cannot time travel.

The scientist is dead.

His dreams aren't.

The world is still a time machine.

If we look at it that way.

It still is a beautiful place

If we look at it that way.

From Uganda to Paris.

From New York to Lebanon.

It is a different time.

They are some hours ahead.

And they are some hundred years back.

Back as in Backwards.

Idiot.

Personal Voyeurism

There is this power.

They call it by different names.

There is this unsure poet.

They call him names.

He doesn't like anything.

And likes everything.

Very impulsive.

Like everyone.

Yet tries to be different.

But looks so different.

When he tries to be one.

The cycle has almost completed.

Some decisions are so simple to think.

So hard to take.

Some memories are so hard to forget.

They come sometimes.

Waste your all-precious time.

And fade away.

Who said we learn from our mistakes?

We don't learn we just get accustomed to them.

And every day we try.

To make some more mistakes.

Otherwise the learning process is going to stop.

For if we don't do mistakes we don't learn.

Failure is the Mother of success.

Who is the Father?

Hopeless fellow.