The Freak!

Strange is this world,
And stranger are its ways.
Where everyone asks you to be you
but doesn’t expect the same

And he sits in his padded cell,
gazing at the normal world outside
watching the twisted ones
in suits of compliance

The man on the street pointing at him
“Get away freak”
To validate his normalcy.

The balding man envious of his neighbour
’cause of his young wife

Where a man high on mary jane
is worse than the one on power

The school bully doing to his peers
what is done at home by dad

And he sits in his padded cell, wondering,
Why he is the sociopath ?

Goodbye …

As nears the time of farewell
and your ship stands at the fateful noontide
ready to sail across the great blue
threatening to take you away from me
Forever.

And as i sit here tying your parting gifts
I wish i could throw in
a piece of love for you that i have
a bit of our memories together
for when the time would have passed
and I would be nothing but
a faded memory in some forgotten corner in your heart

For the first time i wrestle
with my feeble mind
and search for suitable parting words
words deep enough rich enough
to say how much you mean
As it dawn upon me
this is something, beyond the reach of words.

I wish again i could send with you to that far off land
a nibble of the infinite void that you leave in me
just to remind you in your times of lonliness
that somewhere you are always missed.

But i know this is not the place for you
and that you to a happier realm
even though my heart is happy for you
why do i find
a part of my concious weeps.

AS you smile and wave for the last time
“GOODBYE”
with the bitter sweet longing in your eyes
that i share
I need not search anymore for what should i say.
And i dare not think about the morning after
just not day but a life time without you
so for now
for the last time
under this moonlit night
let’s just be.

An Ode to Death…

Inevitable yet gentle

She comes not to claim and reap

but to offer Peace and salvation

Eyes that speak of sweet infinity

that engulfs all sorrow and pain

Silken hair caressed by the wind

Divine smile that purifies the wildest beast

The earth sighs as she walks

She whispers in your ears words of atonement

Garbed by darkness

Crowned by fire

She comes not to judge

but to take us into her dark cradle

to take us beyond the thorns of a mediocre life

towards a greater meaning

greater purpose

Sentient Mother

who will sing to us all

Songs of tranquility

Songs of redemption

that the fearful hear as laments

taking us in her arms

to lead to the truth

She will not make us dead

She will make us eternal.

Mistakes…

They say imitation is the best form of flattery. Well i am smitten by The prophet one of many  works of author and poet Khalil Gibran so what better way to than to pay my graces to him by a post inspired by his works and NO it is not supposed to be even close to the original thing !!!

And then a broke man said, Speak to us of  mistakes. And he answered,

A mistake is a window to your own self,

A reflection to your hidden being; Like the dark side of the moon, hidden, but which, it is not whole,

Like a marker, A fork in your path of life. One draped in darkness and the other leads to light.

Look back on your mistakes not with regret but with a prayer in your heart and gratitude upon thy lips

Carry not them like a burden upon your back but like a lantern which shows you what otherwise in the dark you might miss

Ay, the mistakes are often hard on you, as they sometimes should be,

As without the blacksmiths hammer or potters hand there would be no artistry.

Give to each other , O people of Orphalese not just your flesh and soul

But lend as well your follies, misdeeds and mistakes

And only then you shall truly accept each other and in the way yourselves,

For this is how thy lord takes you into his grace.

We Need New Gods

I am writing this listening to decibel’s naagin, I know I know it’s and old song but i just discovered it and i am hooked. I mean worse than a junkie on coke hooked !!! The point of this post however is more than this, so don’t worry you are not wasting your time . I write this not knowing a hell lot about several bands but i am as passionate about my music as any of you.

These days everywhere you look everybody is listening to Sabbath and every other guy is a Maiden Fan complete with the customary Maiden T shirt with some morphed form of Eddie on it. I am around many guys who have been listening to metal for quite sometime now (Sadly i was introduced fully to the genre only after coming to this college ) and they are all raves about these ancient relic of bands all the time. Ask anyone who is their favorite band and the answer is sure to be one out of Metallica, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath or The Doors, Nirvana or Pink Floyd for people of a more refined taste.

Frankly speaking i just don’t get it. I mean yeah they are all good bands, no wait Great Bands but my emphasis is on that fact that the “are” has become “were”  now.I am a big fan of Metallica myself (Not a “I remember every fucking word they ever wrote” fan but those are not just fans i tell you they are fanatics, metal world’s answer to those Mujahideen’s ) but they are sooo OLD now. Listen to Maiden still playing troopers as 20 years ago and you realize how fucked up it really is. An over Fifty year old Dickinson and a Forty ‘fuckin’ Six year old Lars Ulrich is still what comes to mind when you think of metal.(Now don’t go “Its just you man and not us” or “you are not in with the time then” it’s you too and you know it) Don’t they even look tired to you? They do probably waiting for someone to pass on the baton to. And it’s about fucking time someone got up and grabbed that stick.

The Dark hates you too …

The night approaches

The Day is gone

From the bowels of the Earth

The Dark is born

We cower and seek shelter

Run helter and skelter

moaning and weeping,

“I hate the Dark”.

But what if the

tables are turned

and you are apprised

Just like you hate it

You the Dark despise

It gives you shelter

from dangers all around

sure it hides monsters

but aren’t you just one of them.

It gives you peace

Absolute.

And you run from it

to that chaos that is light

Fire.

Fire that preys on others to burn

And Dark which feeds on itself

Yet you worship the fire.

Homo Practiculus…

I am the next of the generations.
I am devoid of all emotions,
Only materials fill my need,
I will do anyone and anything,
To fill my avarice or greed.
I don’t know friends,
I don’t even know what’s a family,
I walk around,
But It’s not the faces i see,
They are mere tools and puppets,
Waiting to be used by me.
I will do it once,
I will do it again,
There are no depths too low for me,
and justify it all,
under the banner of practicality.

You will hate me,
You will loathe me,
But in the end,
One like me you will be,
Cause as Darwin said,
Survival of the fittest it must be.
For all of you who still don’t know,

I am the modern human being.

My Shadow…

Sometimes when i walk down the road

all alone with my thoughts

So undisturbed

without the burden

of world on my shoulders

I see in the light

My shadow

and i spot a stranger

Someone i think i knew

some one who was pure

untouched by this worldy filth

unscarred by betrayls

Some one who belived

in the good in people

who knew how to trust

who was a good friend

even to those he didn’t knew

but now hes gone from me

and he’s just a shadow

But now i see he is tired

bruised and battered

from trying again and again

Still coming out always

at the loosing end

He is tired

of feeling used

used and abused

by those he once trusted

by those he once loved

loved with all his heart

and did not ask for anything back

I guess i lie here a little

he did want something from them

to be loved as he loved them

to be cared for as he did

Even now he meets me sometimes

looks at me with those eyes

the piercing gaze that question me

is this who you wanted to be?

but then i see the devil

that lurks in the dark

forever haunting this soul

testing him with every step

his will to see beyond horizon

where some sympathy is still shown

the time spent in agony

the days spent wondering

WHY

nobody cares for what others feel

and why people cant see beyond

their selfish lies

and at the end of the road

all this reminds me why

now he’s just a shadow

Sometimes when i walk down the road

all alone with my thoughts

So undisturbed

without the burden

of the mundane on my shoulders

I see in the light

My shadow

and I spot a stranger.

Someone I think I knew

some one who was pure

untouched by this worldly filth

not scarred by betrayals

Some one who believed

in the good in people

who knew how to trust

who was a good friend,

even to those he didn’t know,

but now he’s gone from me

and he’s just a shadow.

Curse…

I am cursed
with seeing the ugly, the repulsive that is in all things
where you see beauty i see the horrible
where you see confidence i see the insecurities
and it kills me when I see all the grimness of what many say is the best place to be

I don’t want to
but I see all the monsters that you hide in your closet
and i see how hard you try to keep that concealed from the everyone
how everyday you go out into that world
with a fear that someone somewhere
will see the ugliness you hide beneath that mask

I want to kill
not you, not anyone else
but myself
cause i know all the lies i say everyday
all the horrible things that i have done
and all the evil i am capable of

I am a critic
I used to be proud of it
but now i loath it
when i cant even see the mirror without finding a flaw

I am afraid
of knowing you
Of getting close to you
cause then i will see everything you wanted me not to
and i fear what i will see

I hate myself
probably that is why i was afraid
when something good like you happened to me
cause all i could think of was
the worse that is yet to come

But,
I am what i am
and i do not regret
at least i accept myself
not cower behind fake masks like you all
living a lie and
always trying to prove yourself to others who don’t matter.