And then they spill out...

Burning with desire to love these words

My hands don't wanna stop, neither does my heart

The best of all music, sings in my ears

Never before heard for it was never given a chance

A heavenly voice or would it be the voice of the witch

Mysteries always attract, why is the ordinary treated unjust?

Dance like the life within me, wants to burst out

No judgements to stop it, no eyes to entertain it

No bodies to join in its union

Selfishness becomes the highest virtue

Thinking of the beginning of time

When music brought life out

Why does it have to be in the night?

Refusal to worship it in the daylight

Considering the highest possibilities

Of a journey and it's traveller

Misfortune of stepping with the never ending illusion

Called time

Ideas jumping in and out

Of this imaginative world

The voice of angel, exhilarated with her own

For others just to be bystanders

Randomness is the word for this

Inexplicable burst of words

Tormented by the deeds of

A delusional bitch holding joys within

Can sorrow be joy and joy be a sorrow?

Can confusion be clarity and clarity, confusion?

Fine lines torn down

Union of the darkness and light

Not for victory over the other

But to exist in harmony

And love of endless passion

Can this destroy me?

Or will it throw me into the spectrum of

An unimaginative possibility

Have I lost it? - asks a supposedly sane being

But may be, I have finally found it

Or started on my journey to find it.

Go away, you judgemental fools

Live or judge but can never do both

One can be either

The observer or the performer.

Why do 10 heads suddenly turn

Into space and stare blankly

Someone impassionate while others appreciating

Some others jealous, and some merely insecure

Is it all the emptiness within

Each of our souls?

Why waste a lifetime finding it,

When just living it certainly sounds good?

Unwritten and written rules

Seem so full of sham

Is it our incompleteness

Or foolishness

Believe it, we do

That its possible to control

Hah! Fools!

Fools! Fools! Fools!

That's all we seem to be

Us Fools!

A whole humankind!

A whole dynasty of foolish Fools!

Stories of the Hollow Night

Hollow becomes the night

An unrest withheld

Waiting for the time of loneliness

Where the unreasonable isn't an outcast

Miss the fancy world

And the silliness of life

Without meanings and yet so full of it

A forgotten song played

Once purposeful in arousing the mystery

Embodies the exalted one

The centre of this universe

No one to worship though

Does it still remain the exalted one?

Lonesome moments arrive

On a truck load of sorrow

The unreasonable unleashes

Tears withheld none so last

Drag 2 miserable feet

Across the cold path

Hoping the next step

Will be my last

Regrets sing a mournful tune

A helpless cry suppressed

For in the darkness of the night

Another soul might linger

Wanting to catch

The most helpless soul

To ease the misery, oh so desperate

But misery is it's right

And no other soul has the right

To ease it or rob it or take it away

It is the moment of no one else

But the soul forgotten

The soul heartbroken

The soul unreasonable

The soul without a purpose

The depths of hell are

Probably the only hope

That the shiny clouds of heaven

Are as real as the moment of lonesome souls.

Hopes are rather the words

Which make the hopes come alive

Everyday, with the glory of each of its moment.

Never ending though it may seem

End it will, when you least want it to

That is the dynasty, the fate and the destiny

Miserable indeed, but you've had your chance

To grab it and love it so passionately.

Time of your life, someone said

Someone was wise.

Silly Girl's Manifesto

Tip toe across, and throw in a jump or two

No little red riding hood, neither a ballerina

Dancing waves not, nor a teeny happy worm,

It's just how happy my mind is, silly

No longer stuck in a dilly dally

Shout out loud for the farthest waves to hear

And then whisper so the breeze can too

Neither a mermaid nor the singing birds

Not the voice of the rain or the drizzle

It's just how happy my mind is, silly

No longer stuck in a dilly dally

Swing around the trees & jump across tiny bridges

Not the joyful chimps nor their little ones

Happy pests not and not a jumping jack

It's just how happy my mind is, silly

No longer stuck in a dilly dally

The curtains of pain have torn down,

Multitudes of ecstatic shoes transform into dancing

Laughing faces look through each other

Eyes singing all the happy songs

The feet dancing all the happy tunes

The brows of fulfilled sweat

The soul of a content being

Never wish to stop, for there be no end

To the joy of this moment

For the moment would never end.

An Omnibus :)

A Ruined Core

Assurance of the best kind I gave myself

Memories of you, upon them I still dwell

Take you off my system, I wish for endlessly

Yet a sight of you, I wait for breathlessly

Disappointing and none else

Habitat of the core of me pulse

Snatch you from the midst of me

Never again you, I wanna see

Dreams of you, still come and haunt

The icky voice inside loves to taunt

Let time take its turn, I did so

Look the path it chose to tread home

When will I be free of you?

Waiting for a lifetime, I have been too

To forget you I want... And nothing more

My tender heart already seems gone sore.

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Voice I Love

A distant voice I strain to hear

Lest it disappear, like a picture all smeared

Yearn to trace the outlines of your face

Your memory is slowly becoming a haze

Still don't know whether I don't love thee or I do

A lifetime of journey I wish I had been through

Move on, I etch the words in stone

Follow the mandate, my heart so desolate moans

Unlucky in love, I truly maybe

No other stand to protect me, there be

Wither away into unwritten history

Like the distance in your voice, soon to be a mystery.

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Hollow

An empty space resurfaces

An endless dusk as a preface

Know not how to fill it up

Or make it disappear

Scars of a past not so ancient

Suddenly feel like wounds impatient

To let it heal, I begged and prayed

Tonight, I just endlessly craved

Gone mysteriously, just as you came

My hurtful mind refuses to be tamed

Come alive, like a fountain once dead

A million drops, words akin my heart would have said

Waiting for wounds to heal forever

See your face, I wish to never.

Dum Di Da Clouds

Like a million grains splashed across the floor,

For the sole purpose of the beauty of its sound

Rain drops splash across this barren earth

Sprinkling life, even heavens don't know abound

During winters, the Peek-a-boo behind the mist

Is the same played by the downpour of the heavens

Stretch my hand out to this hiding world

And then with mighty elation taken a twirl

Walk over the joyous river

I wish for the power, if there be one

With the rain drops falling on my face

Feel the world, I have always just seen

A mountain has sound god-like - the zenith reachers say

I wonder for the sound of the distant seas

Clouds over them once joyously played

Amidst the path of endless joy, I look to the heavens

And thank not the Gods, omnipotent and all

But the life spirit of the cloudy pranks

Which always thrill all

Once a travel at a time

A long time ago, I overheard this conversation, one of the many I hear during my train travels.

Both were once friends, then got married, and lost touch. This was a chance meet. A bit after after the formal introductions:

W1: So you got married?

W2: [awkward smile] Yeah, married my boyfriend of 3 years. But it's not working out. I filed for divorce recently.

W1: [hurt] That's sad. How are you putting up?

W2: [encouraging smile] Okay now. I was more than happy to split up. I wasn't meant to be a beaten up wife anyway. Plus he used to always travel - what's the point of such a marriage?

W1: [thoughtful] He beat you up? My husband did that the last week and I told him to keep his manhood to himself. I am also thinking enough is enough. He's fought with me endlessly all these years after marriage, but raising his hand on me was the last straw.

The conversation then followed the typical "men are bastards" route. Nothing very interesting.

I normally ask - Why do people get married?

But I'll be... accommodating here and ask - Why do people get married when they haven't learnt to respect each other?

P.S. I use full volume music these days when travelling because most of the conversation one tends to overhear is utter bullshit and adulating generalizations.

Tragedy of the Missing Tear

To miss that which you once abhorred

Never seemed a possibility

To wish for that which you once battled

In the midst of a disability

In awe of this malady

Insomnia becomes the tragedy

Ain't I joyful, with laughter sprinkling wild?

Ain't I content, with the mindfuck aside?

In the busy-ness of the normalcy of life

Have I forgotten how to strive?

Challenges gone astray

Soul transforms into a mystery

Disappears in its mild form

Who knows, into which storm?

Wake up with an empty feeling

With questions I am adept at dealing

Answers seem delusional

Am I living an illusion?

Mr. Soul seems missing a link or two

I stand, half expecting, from the darkness, a Boo!

No such games does he like to play

Killing me with what he'd really like to say

Hearing is a challenge

For he dwells within a silence

Grace me with his presence, he will

Commitment of my actions, he sees until

Soulless, I am doomed to be

In the foggy night, I dream not to see