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Anger

Anger, A vice most dangerous, Friends fall apart like a pack of cards, Yet the pain is more than what is caused, Life moves on What is left within are shells and bones, Nothing to give but pain and suffering, There today, gone tomorrow, Causing burden and misery all around, Draining every fibre of loved ones Sucking the life with but a drop left within Life shall be better off In anger and in survival Than thoughts of bitter faithlessness Move on please do, souls in life, The past is but a reverie, Burn and purge yourself dear souls, Life is ahead not behind...

Pandafied part 2 of 2

The eyes opened. The air conditioned bus was now stopping at another road signal. The boy looked out, saw nothing, arching his neck to the other side the boy took in the scene playing out. A bakery at the corner of the road, well surrounded by people of all surroundings. The corporate tea drinkers to the regular coffee and veg puff buyers, the bakery was filled with customers. Not withstanding, dogs frequented the bakery too.. It was about mid day, the dogs had gone off to rest their weary tired bodies in the shade. "The employees", well they had their own work, ever non tiring and ever impulsive, were found in the middle of their animated conversation from the break that they squeezed in between work. Holding onto  their favourite beverage when not indulging in their nicotine dosages, the passive ones however, were stuck for they were inhaling most of the nicotine and the conversation was universally personal. The employees started to buy their usual round of refreshmen

Pandafied- 1 of 2

The story was just not ready to happen, the mind ready to think that it was just not ready to play along. Time, that great benefactor, was all but ready to run past the present, strange but time was always running away from the present.  Why does it do that? Why is this unfailingly punctual habit of time failing to stay but keep moving? Especially moving away from the present!   Strange if time had a moment for itself what would IT think...   What would time say to itself.. Growing up, the only glimpse of TIME was limited to a faceless rishi sitting on a mat telling "I am TIME" on national television and narrating stories of mythological characters of true GODly characters and proportions. Let's turn the clock back a bit, for the sake of relationship sharing, have time become one among us, bound by all that binds us, honour , humour , fear, respect, and most importantly time.   With all due respect to all the other genders let’s have our TIME as a bo

Cleansing

The tree grew, bright and green,   Lived a life barely when it died,   Brown and rot set it when it had all but begun,   It threw the birds out,   Called the rabbits out of their burrows   The snakes and parasites or of the branches,   All were asked to leave and move on.   The root did what was left about and the tree moved down,   Life rented a limited time,    Those sheltered moved on   Those advised had moved on   Ask the tree had was to spew out the venom observed,   The gentle winds spoke again,   The sprout of the tree grew again,   The rants and hurts were all but abandoned,   Friend or fire, benefactor or benefiter   All were but part of THE ONE   All are and were but this too had to pass...  

soft winds

Soft gentle winds, Breezing through the air, Flying across the physical, Fleeting among its profound thoughts, Shift gentle winds, To the coldest regions of my heart and mind Thaw the frost left behind that time had left un touched Soft gentle breeze of life Pour into my heart and grow my memories Memories free of anger and bias Free of human limitations and thought The music ONE is there within, hiding and shaking the works around Soft gentle winds, breeze through my heart and make me realise THE ONE Though human yet divine Though divine yet human Blow these frivolity away through the darkness of the mind The light within is but to be seen, sitting in a soft gentle breeze..

Holes

Holes, holes, holes burnt in and dug open, In hearts and in the roads In thoughts and in actions, In orbits and in permits, In life and in meta physics, Holes, holes and holes, All that is dug is none but void, Holes of finite fashion, consuming infinite passions, The more it's consumed the more charged are the passions, Holes, holes, and more holes, The more they dig in, The more they get dug out, For infinite poisons and human spirit, Point to THE ONE void of any holes of finite frivolities, Holes in hearts, buried and covered by passion, Holes in mind plugged in knowledge, Holes in thoughts purged by SHIVA Holes on the road, remain as no roads remain, Holes on the world are but a fill up in the chillum of  SHIVA to burn and be full of life For the void and the holes are the facade faced in delusions, Yet holes sink in and do themselves up in the void of time

Thoughts of the beholder

A smile happened, out of the blue, A laughter pealing through the darkness of grief, Beckoning life to begin, Calling forth its true purpose, Demanding were the thoughts within, Entire  life forsaken had to be reclaimed, For life was lost in the squabbles and jams, in providing for and taking care off.. Giving in had been a practise Held within were all the pain and grief In the eyes of the beholder played out the image, "Just enough" was all that had to be told to oneself, Kill, kill, kill the ignorance within, Life, Love and patience are for those who matter, Many are those who have stomped, chomped, and skewered the meat of my life, Not anymore, for they do not own me, nor my body and least.. my soul, Of all the lives worth living, my life is mine and not of any one else Pulled away from living it was but a mere shadow it was once Questioning, pursuing and prodding on the words and confirmation of should other were none too different Rest a

A dead elephant,

A dead elephant,   Gnawed again and again,   A few bones left but for a broken heart,   Ask for it do the creatures of the sky,   Nothing left to be given,   For what could be given is all but given and lost,   Bled does the heart,   Of what is left of it   Oozing out pain and more pain   Life is sucked out let alone respect   Nothing left to be done   But let the creatures of the sky gnaw away   What is left is what is left,   To  the hearse or the heart matters but none to the ones in the graveyard.. 

Present

Live they said,   Live in the present they said   Nothing but the present is felt the most within   Feel your emotions they said   Conquest of emotions is a charm they said   All that remains is but the result of the gory present   No breath left to take,   No emotion but despair that remains   All that calls out for reason is withdrawal   Yet that is not an option,   What drove in this feeling of despair,   What took out the sweet scent of self sustenance,    What caused the healthy mind to go averse,   Known to none, even to myself, and matter does it not,   Fear- You Own the place but not the space within   Fear- You shall not last forever, for    Live the life they said,    Courage they said shall find you in unforseen circumstances   Why would we deserve this punishment?   Growing roots I am to be able to sustain and survive,   The present may be horrors personified    Hope

Signals

A signal, littered with pot holes and back breaking exercises,   Thus greeted a Monday morning,   Traffic and otherwise,   Time to work,   Time to plan and execute,   Time for this and time for that,   To begin and to end are a lot of things,   Eyes wandering around find a tree,    trunks of who hav a lots of kids studying,   A joy unknown for a long time hits the mind,   The callous beings in college to the present,   When u realise that this too shall pass,   Minds and hearts reconcile to the same position,   For what is today but a present,   Tomorrow is another day to survive and battle..