conflict...

i m no god,no super power,no myth.......bt i m a human,a mortal human who has cum to this world nt thru ne mystic portal bt outta my mother's womb.....i m nt special,nt extraordinary,nt importante.... neither am i powerful nor intelligent....i am certainly nt the king nor am i the
leader.....i hv no demands no wants no dreams no sacrifices.....

oh cum on.... i may not b a super hero...bt i hv it in me to do wat a normal human being can do....i may not b intelligent bt i m diligent.....i may not b powerful,special n xtraordinay....bt i m surely nt weak...i m strong in my own way... m special dats y i was born...i breathed fresh air....felt mother's luv...learnt frm father's sacrifices....n most importantly learnt 2 live...i may not b a leader...bt i m a leader of my own ideologies...i guide them...i knw i m not a king bt i m certainly nt a slave either.....n i hv demands...wants...dreams....that is wat lyf is all abt...isnt it???

its nt abt hw much u live...its abt hw much u live in every passin second of lyf....

I...

i m here
i m there
i m nowhere
i m everywhere

i live
i die
i love
i hate

i give
i take
i teach
i learn

i show
i hide
i trust
i deceive

i think
i plan
i sleep
i dream

i woe
i cry
i laugh
i grieve

i hurt
i heal
i rise
i fall

i earn
i pay

i loot
i give it away

who am i??
who am i??

yes,i m noone
n yet i m everyone......

march towards martyrdom...

the end is coming
i can see it
the people
the priests
the fire
the mourning
yes the end
alas!all things i fought fr undone
i fly away wid a soggy heart
burdened under a boggy soul
i dint choose it
it was chosen fr me
the end the inevitable
lyf is lik that
an unexpected turn
or a dead end...
mine comin near at last
i ll wait bt wait fr good
i ll better my fate
i ll nt sink
i ll not die a hypocrite
creepin towards the feet of yama
rather i ll die a hero
n march towards martyrdom......

my mother...

she is a pleasant rain in dis hot summer
a flowin ganges by the arid lanes
a shelterin flora on this barren earth
a beauty in dis distorted world

she is a tru luv in the time of war
a diva in the land of devils
a mystic laugh amidst the sorrows
an ice-pack on the achin wounds

she is an epitome of sacrifice
a symbol of divinity
a caligraphy on the sands of time
a vision that moulds lives

she is a shakespearan literature
a mozart's symphony
but a common woman still
my 'MOTHER'....
n i luv her....

my swan song....

strollin down the memory lane
i find myself all alone
writhin in the excruciatin pain
i long fr luv again
my days r numbered they say
i knw dere is no other way
fr my deeds i hv 2 pay
and live 2 die another day
i lived in fear all my life
lost my children lost my wife
i knw its nt worth the strife
my fate still hangin over the knife
m waitin fr the pandemonium 2 begin
take me lord take me in!!
spare me frm their horrifyin grin
cos i m a void within
i was always lost in the dreary mong
my life puffin out of the bong
as i wait fr the clock's ding-dong
and that ll b my SWAN SONG...

the joker...

tadah!!and here comes the joker
while we r playin a game of poker
with war paint n a scary scar
strts showin a trick of cards
we laugh at the joker's trick
not knwin he is an old prick
suddenly sumone calls him a freak
the joker brings out his knife
n says"why so serious,dick??"
we watch the gory
as the joker tells a story
we watch in fright
as he kills the man downright
he robs the bar with a knife n a lint
limps out n throws in a packet of mint
i go 2 pick the pack up
nt knwin wats in the stock
i pick it up to throw it away
cos dere is no other way
the pack explodes in my hand
the whole place turns to sand
far away the joker grins
fr he n only he knws"everythin burns."

the wall...

the wall is tall,very tall
impregnable yet visceral
unguarded yet unfathomable
is it fr real or a fable??
eons n ages still it stands erect
nature's fury hasnt made it rust
it fancies itself while others wilt
the wall is wat they had built
i sit by it luk up 2 it
mesmerised by its aura
i take inspiration frm it
it has stories to tell
of brave knights
and bloody war fights
memoirs etched on it
boast of its legendary tale
sky above n earth below
sneer at this great wall
survives the sands of time
its surreal n its sublime
will it fade away??
will it turn grey??
fall down on a wary day!!
i watch with vigil if it stays put
legends lyk it r made of iron gut
it is bound 2 stand the test of time
n make this relation-a bond of a lifetime...