Blearing ebonies and ivories

The segment has blurred,
there is not even a hole
Moralities diminishes
sins are virtues
virtues no longer matter
lines do not remain,
paths do not exist.
just invisible something
Something indistinct.

Where are the rules?
who are those fools.
They obey,
We uprise.
They comply,
we surprise.

We fail to know,
They say its a matter of fact.
What are those, accepted ways?
There is no clairvoyance,
pondering, still they know.
Foundering in the swamp
darkness becomes light.
Shine gets blurred
there are no ivories, there are no ebonies.
They are mere repercussion of shallow woods.
indistinction is so apparent,
exhibits appear obfuscated.

slapped, echoes of agitation
loved, thuds of serenity.
pale and right,
Wrong and bright,
They do the exit.
An applause for the grave
A grief over the triumph.
guffawing pleasantly
and sobbing over the milk.
But there is no cat,
Just the cow.
who dun it, who dun it.
Spare the one, he ain't.

hypocrite,the convinced ones
chauvinists,the philanthropist,
they stand in the way,
They make the hay,
while some suffer,
those who differ.
the ways to adhere
no bindings to tether.

No reality, No obscurity,
since the dissipating veracity holds
or may be unholds,
It will blur, it has to.

The Man auctions his spirit for a price.

He is stuck with nothing, but commercial innuendo.
They surround him with expectations, ask him to scramble,
he reaches a false peak.
He cares! but, why? & for whom?
The unanswered one haunts him... "Identity of Unknown?"...

Necessities overshadow Creativity,
Dreams get oppressed by reality.

The Sea lies ahead and he never knew the swimming; the sea of self doubt.
He set forth to become a genuinity,
but they prevented him; his own people.
they are adamant to make him a falsery, a shallow impostor.
He wanted to dwell deep and be true, but the desire diminishes,
A patch gets spun around him, which is made of nothing but obviousness.

Death is serene, life is a shattered dream, Why live?
LUB-DUB! Is that what live for?
They want to churn out his entire endowment & milk everything.
Eat, construct and reproduce
Load Earth with Daggers, kill it! KILL IT!!!

Innocuous appearance, he loses sanity, becomes arid.
his spirit leaves him, its gone...
its flying out into the empty firmament
he gazes, gazes hopelessly, endlessly.
it just escaped, he knows no way to shackle it back.

Its just a carcass into which his heart pumps the blood,
rock n roll still lives forever,
its just that he is not in it, Anymore.


sounds keep going, sounds keep coming, swooshing by.
air goes in, air goes out, but its just a thump, not life.
he asked for somniferum, but they gave him cannabis.

Let him fly, Let him soar.
Let him spread his wings
Let him reach the sun,
and when his wings char
Let him fall and let him die, PLEASE!!!

Fainted section of a Cone or The Rings of firmament.

Smiling while rings of Cannabis fly by my side.
Frowning while florescence of lights are fainting on the other side.
Whispering and voices form repercussions of unknown memory,
They are singing, "Money, As they say is root of evils today, MONEY.....sssssss"
Cones of a brick, giggles of a baby
laughter of them all,
hammock swinging through,
while an unripe green banana is shared by all;
Burning of a candle is turning the wick stark and dark,
fluttering wind is making no mark.
Someone is louder,
other are lost in silence
half lying on Bed,
half lying on the floor.
Fear cuts the light, closes the window,
tail lights of a truck making a shadow,
shadow is cornered,
sittings are concealed.
hey, the applying of drum brakes somewhere...,
its lying on bed, keep the book elsewhere.
The musical note on the screen reminds me of something meant to be silent,
faces speaking, faces calm, spread newspaper says to be resilient.

In the last lane.....

There I go faster cutting the lanes
blood flowing faster in my veins

There comes a shadow so large
a sudden gush of anxiety in my brains.

Shall i, shall I not?
decision is hard?

What are my chances?
still, I will make my advances!

No, but do i know what is certain?
who knows what is to come?

The road is rough and ride is full of protuberances
the wind is harsh and full of turbulences

The life is stretched between now and next
why is difficult to choose the best.

sudden rush of adrenaline
a quick jerk, a smooth slow down
an intentional smooth sail
quickly popping in and out of the world and the thoughts.

coming from sides
turning left and right.
merging and streaming
navigating a sharp turning.

quickly l gain momentum and cutting past everyone.....
getting
......in the last lane.

what if........

What if I had known my life before
What if I was born 30 years before
What if I had everything i wanted
What if all my wishes were granted
What if I was an European
What if there was no competition
What if this place was less crowded
What if no one was guarded
What if we never emerged out of civilization
and archeology was just a mean of recreation
What if earth was flat and I keep walking till i fall from one end...
What if Rock Music comes out from a mollusc shell and sand...
What if sea was not deep and I knew how to swim it across
What if space was not empty and life would have been filled with water and not thoughts.
What if entropy was not governing universe and chaos was a friend of humans
What if Metallica played live at konark and there was millions of just me banging my head.
What if i could create cyborgs from lazer coming out my fingers.
What if alcohol was formed by oxidation of ginger with sulfur.
What if I could have changed things, without no one knowing.
What if there was a crop of bull dogs in a dirty swamp and no one was sowing.
What if all idiosyncrasies melt and take a form of pop-corns just busting out from opium poppy.
What if there is no judgement and all magistrates performs ballet in lockups.
What if all strips of calvin and hobbes were in forms of shloks from mahabharat.
What if I could create acids with hundreds of carboxylic groups with a single wave of my hand.
What if I can do ssh from one place to another, my very own transport.
What if closed source was open and patents were taken on things like burps and farts.
What if Allen made saas-bahu series and broadcasted them on pogo and all polar bears use them as a means of dancing in snow.

What if no one had known this art of writing..........

In my dreams

In my dream I see her....
she is mighty , she is deep, she is silent,
she is large like an ocean.

I keep just observing her
all around me I see water....
the dusk is approaching very fast...
I cannot fathom its depth..

I wonder what mother earth has made...
so huge still, so silent,
It warns people with its waves...
destruction can be near anytime...

human have made so much..
still this creation of mother earth
leaves me pondering we are miniscule...
of all her creation this river creates an awe in me...
Oh the Mighty Brahmaputra.... you are in my dreams... always.

Randomize

I have never written a poem, but today i have to try:

Randomize my thoughts
I opened a hole.
deep inside i saw nothing
but....
i tried peeping hard to found out
what is new.

Deep inside me is the fear
the fear of losing.
I wonder what will i lose.
Can I lose my thoughts
Is this the train of thoughts ever stop....
I see meadow passing...
 experiencing a celluloid  of lifetime.

coming back, i see a real world..
plain and ashen like colours of my walls.
simpler although it may seems
yet, more complicated than my random thoughts.