Feelings in bad mood.....

My mood is off again,

to divert my mind, scribbling in vain.

Life is a fucking mess,

Black and white as board of chess.

No hue, no saturation,

hell lot of mounting expectations.

Now I ain't in mood to fulfill even one,

'cos even after trying, i cant satisfy none.

Pissed off, thats what I feel,

Fuck off, 'cos am in no mood to kneel.

Don't ask me for any reasons,

Charge me if you want, with Treasons.

Moron, I might be,

Whatever; All the hell is loose on me.

I don't care for what you think,

I ain't a kitten bathed in sink.

I shall revolt,

I shall fight.

Live on my terms,

And won't bother even if u dont think its right.

Dream-Girl!!!!!

I just saw you again in my dream,

This is frustrating and I want to scream.

Who the hell are you?

Where can I find you?

The echoes are returning,

Why the hell, answers are not coming?

I can hear my questions repeated to me,

That’s more frustrating, Can’t you see?

Why are you coming in my dreams?

Is it just to torture me, as I deem?

Or are you something more?

Please respond, I am turning sore.

I want to hate you,

But why are you always in my view?

That gorgeous smile of yours,

Just puts my world on pause.

Those dimple sporting, rosy cheeks,

drives me, a freak.

Your long black waist length hair,

Entangle me out of earthly affairs.

Those deep brown eyes,

A simple glance freezes my thoughts like ice.

But, why do I care?

You are just no where.

Yet, in my dreams, I see you,

In my thoughts, I think you.

Somehow I think you are my destiny,

Somehow I feel you are the one, made for me.

I want to talk to you,

I want to sing to you,

I want to read out this poem to you,

And, I want to know more about you.

So, come out of those dreams,

Trust me, real world is better than it seems.

With you and me together,

Even heavens will come in our hither.

Slow Down!!!

Can I slow down?

Rest; without any frown.

My life is adventurous.

But sometimes it is totally gratuitous. (uncalled for)

I want a break,

Relax, without worrying for next take.

I want to stay put,

Enjoy at leisure the creations of nature and human-hood.

I feel so bound,

Giving into others desires without sound.

I feel so rushed,

With my own self being so messed and fussed.

Oh no, I don’t want any crown.

I just want to slow up and lie down.

I want to enjoy life as it comes,

to die with a satisfied grin when death comes.

PAGANISM IS ROOT.................

So many trials, but none was worth,

To abolish pagans from the face of earth.

We, the pagans, the civilians of the planet,

Devoured attacks from so called prophets, priests and senates.

Every attack weakened this communus,

Took a chunk of strength from us.

Attackers grew stronger and powerful,

Pagans became tattered and rag-full.

Funny beliefs were imposed on us, without dignity,

Forcing us to believe in a single almighty,

Who can neither be seen, not even as small as hair,

Nor can be felt, not even as light as air.

Yet he became most praised and powerful,

And acknowledging nurturing nature was announced sinful.

Attacks targeted the natural gods,

Condemning them, for the sake of single unknown sod.

One self-claimed to be the messenger of almighty

Created a new religion and a new name for the single deity.

Cleaver as the fox, he claimed to be the last messenger from god.

And killed anyone, who doesn’t believe in his word.

Other made to claim the title, “Offspring of lord”

Simple prophet was turned into the son of god.

People of power, edited the history,

And presented the holy book as a mystery.

Today as I look back on shelf,

To see what has retained itself.

I am surprised to find,

Paganism stand without modifications from any mind.

Laughing I try to believe the unbelievable,

Truth and harmony only in religion crippled and made feeble.

Further analyses made me jump a foot,

Result:- EVERY RELIGION HAS PAGANISM AS ITS ROOT.

No Title...(its crap)

Here I stand,

Wounded is my hand.

Hard, cold metal biting my palm,

Blood oozing from its inner realm.

Pain asks me let it go.

But victory stands forth, I know.

This cold metal pulls me with might,

If I relax, I am washed in the tide.

I need to hold.

I need to stand.

Pain is immense

Mighty pull force, jerks my defense.

I can’t get pulled or let go.

Both ways it’s the victory of my foe.

I need to hold the ground.

Be firm and keep the metal bound.

Victory is just moments away,

Then I shall tell whose the boss anyway.

A loud command, “TYSON…. NOOO!!!”.

& victory reeled in with all its glow.

Rain..

Look at the pouring beads,

Feel the drench of solid pearls,

Smell the wet mud and water flow,

Hear the sound of breaking drops as they sow.

If it gives you pleasure,

Rest at leisure.

Work can be done laters,

Lie down and forget all matters.

Work happens round the year,

Wait till the sky clear.

It doesn’t rain everyday,

And rarely feels like this anyway.

So lay down and relax.

Let the water hit you in face,

Forget your hand’s reflex.

Feel good? As you let your mind race…

Where did it take you?

What can you see?

Is there someone special?

Or are you still with me?

You dint respond,

That’s a sign for me.

I got it, you are busy,

And I should flee.

She Walks...

With heaven above and hell below,

She walks on rope at a pace slow.

Hanging on pendulum of life’s clock,

She swings, to and fro off the block.

I wish she could land,

And walk on sand.

But she likes to fly,

Fluttering in oblivion with open eye.

Deep into the ocean of darkness,

And far into the lands of nothingness.

High above the clouds of obsession,

She walks on rope, out of marauder’s possession.

Down with the head cold,

She walks at the grace from her heart of gold.

Pitch black darkness in the room of thought,

Lethargic heart, beating for reasons unsought.

Lying in peace, with no reasons to appease,

A sleeping beauty or a lady with disease???

A coma struck her brain, her life,

Yet she walks with her heart on strife.