Prism Path is not Lost

Why are you trying hard and walking along the beach
Hoping that the jagged edges of the clouds get stitched,

The perfect sunrise or sunset isn't easy to catch
You will wait there forever but the waves won't react,

Your perseverance will not last for that long
Though how you wish you knew where she came from,

The mystical memories of togetherness turn into nightmares that haunt
Distance yourself with the thoughts and try to break away from that disillusioning bond,

Let the light of optimism and future fall on the prism of love
It will refract the light into different paths and help you grow.

Clean Slate

Silence people, silence.

I need to hear to those who whisper
They shall tell me the mystical stories and then soon disappear,

And although I have heard these stories before
Now coming from them it seems so very different,

I stop thinking and instead wish I was there with them in heavens
listening about their journeys and travels,

Wishing I hadn't lost that precious stone of mine
For all that I ever had to drag me through this life was that one sign,

Living every dream and learning to anticipate
What I can have and all that I could bet,

It's so very different than I thought the way it would be
Stranger than what God thought when he made me.

Dialogue with the stars...

I miss him a lot
Everytime that I'm alone, I miss him and his touch
I look into the sky and hope that he is missing me just as much

I don't know if I ever made him feel proud for being my Dad when he was around
But I will try and make a conscious effort here on to make sure he feels so now,


I hope he misses me just as much,


He needed to break away from this life and I knew it, but I didn't want to believe it
It is difficult to be so selfless where one has to let go the string that has brought him into this world,

But still I did,
Only to hope that once he is gone he misses me just as much,

Going through the photographs taken during the summer vacations and those joyrides that you took me to
Where did all that disappear and why?

Questioning reality is not something that I'm used to
But now this question is bigger than reality for me and I really hope

that you miss me just as much, Dad. 'Cause I miss you a lot.

I promise, I will be a good son. I know that will not bring back your touch,
but at least I'll be rest assured that you will miss me just as much, very much.

Dear Dad,

The Smirks

My innocence has lost its way
in the dark alleys of lies and hatred,

Soon the truth will be out
in the open for no one shall betray,

Think thick or thin stick is
what one's mind ponders on,

Countless questions like
pebbles on the river banks,

Ghostly feelings and hungry eyes
prey on your susceptible self,

You look for a tree to climb but
forget screaming as you fall flat on your face.

Guilt Trip

Slowly but steadily the feet start to move towards the gate
Heavy and drugged all the memories start to fade,

The warning signs are a joke and they tell us only what we already know
What we demand is not answers but actions taken pronto,

Fearsome and ruthless is what everybody desires to be
None of us are qualified enough to set you free,

Those ears aren’t deaf and nor is justice blind
But money rules the roost here doesn’t matter if it’s yours, his or mine,

Doubtful as it may seem that I will ever see colour
I am still very sure that I’ll be a good sailor,

Wafting away on the ocean I may reach a point of no return
No regrets for the towns seen and no fears that concern,

Times changed, persons changed and so did you, Alas!
What remained constant were the play and its cast,

Just one thing is all I would ask for if I had to plead ever
Understand that all you need to live is not simply love but a mind equally clever.

Tinker Tinker Little Star

Pigeons and warriors can they be friends
If not for the mankind then for the sake of saints,

Tease me for what I did and mock till you die
No more janets & janes for there is no need to fly,

The velvet glove holds the musket pointing to the scar
With one shot, the head was busted and the soul left ajar,

Down to dust fell the shredded pieces of meat
Junk the weapons before they start to bleed,

Pardon me maam’ you are stepping on my delicate heart
Please yourself for all you can and just don’t play your part,

Lost in the forest I do not find the way home
I brood over nothing and leave for a place less known.

Prison Melodies

Freedom will come your way the moment you let go off the leashes that you hold
Do not be scared of the ONE who stands tall because he would not hurt anyone who tells stories untold,

Have mercy on thy self 'cause you will need it anyways when you betray
Do not come to me you slave of a shallow mind as to an impatient soul I shall never obey,

Carefree and unspoilt is this place of worship to the millions who live and die
For the the one who is careless he would not understand all this hue and cry,

But wisdom is not something that can be measured or treasured
You kill countless enemies with the handful of friends that you have gathered,

Fruitful are these thoughts coming from an absolute human psyche
Do not dream only to forget the next morning, dream to accomplish what the dream did not reveal.

The lovely morning mist through the window-pane

There can be you and then there can be none
Where can they hide and where can they run,

Post the affair they rarely see the sun
Coming down the hill they stumble and turn,

Mischievous eyes make mockery of the tears that roll down
No entity for the reflection in the mirror and the faces that frown,

Touch me not says the standing hair on hand
Just feel the freezing cold and see your vision expand,

The senses go numb and we can do nothing but stand stunned
The emotions running amock are massacred and the desires burned,

Companionship comes at a cost that only the rich can pay
Angst comes cheap to the poor gone astray,

Do you realise how hard it hits where its already hurt?
Taking chances is not plain foolish but an art that is learnt.

He mumbled this

As the time passes by the wounds will heal
From my sorrows I'll be free,

I'll walk this way but not alone
God will be there till the dawn,

Its no hallucination do you understand?
Life is a fairy tale and I'll own this wonderland,

Brilliance is something that I'll always regret
Confessions once made I'll tend to forget,

Till the horizon I'll travel and reach
Whatever I set my eyes on, I will achieve.

Ulterior Thoughts

These are the last words of my prayer
I see my faith in him vanishing into the air,

I lost the ones that I found
It seems it will happen because he told me so,

I know he can't be fair
Every other day, the grave of my faith gains a new layer,

I wake up when am not sleeping
I fall when I am not standing,

The sunrise turns me off
Cause the night stops to laugh,

At the optimism of the cynical mind
I wonder if the devil in me can be so kind.

Tour de force of Imagination

God is within us and he'll be there forever
So is the devil and nor will he die ever,

I may not be the lady luck's favorite kid
But I surely feel like one cause 'ME' doesn't breed,

I'll love to live a lot simpler life if I could, from the core
But loving the simpler me can everyone afford?

Like chilling ice their lies melt inside me
The molten fire raging underneath will you ever feel?

Truth gushes down the gutter . . .

They say the pen is mightier than the sword
Today I feel so forced,

The road begins to narrow down
As the tapering edge of the queen's crown,

You think something and you say something else
You are not exactly what you look from your face,

You are with them, you hate the most
And hunt for company in all those?

Incomplete demise

The smoke tears down my throat
Filling my lungs killing me whole,

The ritual is done and they are all asleep
The picture is clear and there's nothing more to it,

Weeping mama and shaken dad is what I see
Shocked are my friends, who meant so much to me,

Traumatizing is the whole damn scenario
In the grave too I fear the sleepy hollow,

Today when I look back, I feel nothings achieved and everything's lost
After my death it's no use digging the past.

Festooned Mindset

Not all stories end at the graveyard

Not all affairs end when they get apart,

You see something and then you don't
You live there but you still can't call it home,

The hope doesn't die when you lose
The fate doesn't cry when you choose,

All the dark creates some light
All one can find when nothing hides.

Affirmative

No one knows what happened to him
Unless you simply comprehend,

He's not the one who died of it, but all of us who will not survive,

Catastrophe will be there if it goes on like this
And no last resort shall bring back any peace,

His parents and thousands like them are stranded without a rhyme or a reason,

And they wait for their sons to bring back glory and no more treason.

The leaders justify his death
Do we still have some leftover of hate?

The Czars are gone only they are left
Cloning us won't either help.

Fate Frequency

The purity and divinity in your eyes
Waiting for someone under the starlight,

The serene and calm stream flowing by
The enchanting moonlight filling the dark sky,

The present comes stealing your past
With the trust in you I feel aghast,

You succumb to your thoughts
And I lie to myself,
I'll pay for it right here
And you won't be excused either.

That very day . . .

The church bells rang and the doors swayed open
They entered in attendance of friends, family, priest and nun,

He was the prey cause she was dressed to kill
Watching het trot in that white gown, all his dreams fulfilled,

The words repeated after the priest sounded like morning chants
He prayed to Lord Jesus, "Please her forever and all her wishes you will grant",

The ring glided onto the delicate fingers on her hand
His happiness knew no bounds and it all seemed like fairyland,

Amidst the claps, the band and the window-pane frost
He pulled her close and kissed her across,

As they drove away in an open top roadster
The Angels went to sleep.

God smiled and mumbled the last words of the story
"And they lived happily ever after."

Psalm

It was an abetting autumn breeze

They parted ways and vanished into trees,

They met again
Right there in the rain,

It all went back to where it started
Felt like everything was reincarnated,

The same rains in the porch
The same breeze through the doors,

But still it's not the same
Changed now are the rules of the game,

It's the end of the rhapsody
He is in distress and so is the lady,

Still fate had something great in store for them
A truthful God and friendship to lend.

Quiet Refusal

As the two sit face to face with a strange feeling of emptiness
They take in the emotions that have lost the battle against time,

He offers him a candy just as he used to, way back in 1928
But oh so unfortunate, cause now its forty years late,

He knows that the price of that chair where his dear son used to sit
Is much more than the richest man alive can afford to pay,

But why do things happen so early or so late
Why do we look at the rock only after we have tripped?

As the father ponders over and over again
He learns his lessons, a bit late, but better than never,

But the son still has to learn his lessons
He will once he is sixty-eight.