Saturday, November 26, 2005

May You Stay Forever Young




If you smile in all your photos
you frown in your sleep.

If you are always happy
you misunderstand happiness.

If you always talk of beauty
your dreams are marred.

If you look beyond horizons
you don't see far.

If you long for distant voices
you listen so bad.

If you laugh at all the jokes
you are all alone.

If you keep thinking always
nobody loves you.


Bastards



Bastards...
sing
and not just listen.

Bastards...
seek
and not just rebel.

Bastards...
create
and not just appreciate.

but alas!
Bastards
you will always remain bastards.


Clueless


We pretend certain things-
half of which we want to be and half we don't.
Are we clueless?

No matter what language you choose-
there goes your excuse!
Are you clueless?

I was a void longing to be filled
meanwhile I fell in love with emptiness.
Am I clueless?

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Hidden Prepositon Song


They will say it all
They will understand nothing.

They will appreciate things
They will value nothing.

They will give visions
They will see nothing.



You sowed a seed
You gained nothing.

You stood so tall
You counted nothing.

You accessed knowledge
You learnt nothing.



I imitate them
I create nothing.

I follow you
I find nothing.

I adore myself
I am nothing.

A Poet's Pen Is Now A Keyboard.


Who says it takes a moonlit,
star-studded night
with cool breeze
for the sweep of imagination
and a great work of art ?

All it takes is an empty room
with dumb,vegetable like PC,
a history of arid misfortunes
with a few exceptional showers
and you get it alright !

A poet's pen is now a keyboard.