26 Jul 2012


“Life is too short,
 It’s easy to hide in the cellars of revenge,
Raring to bruise with armors to spit fire
And spill the soil with blood of the fallen
 it’s easy to avoid the flags raised for peace,
 Today, you have the right, as you are hurt
Tomorrow, who knows,
The very thought of agony may be worthless,
When the very enemy you fight within
Stop existing in this world
That will be your time,your success
Victorious moments for your pride
You enjoy it, until you lose the adrenaline
Your enemy may go bust towards eternity,
Miles away from your vision,
Miles away from your silence and roars
And you may never get to see again,
Then the rivalry, the agony, the feeling of revenge,
 It will all become vogue,
 Like a pile of damaged currency notes,
with no value to serve anyone
With the conquered patches of parched territories
laying bare to tell the tales of sorrow
You can rest for a while
Until another ruthless mercenary rise
To challenge you to the brink "

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Song sung by a chorus of benumb heartS
Intended for the drivers in a savage safarI
Lost in an alley of false pride and hardselL
Expressed to be heard aloud amidst noisE
Nips of misery, blazing tall with convictioN
Challenges the rival to address the arseniC
Emerged from bruises of emotional carnagE

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15 Jul 2012

Promised land

We live in a world with manipulated justice
Ruled by dictators, with brute force
Groomed by greedy power mongers to vote
With manifestos written in golden lies
We know what we will get in return
Corruption, exploitation, and stagnation
Yet, we remain silent robots, with all anger
But,in a spring of change, some daredevils uprooted 
The corroded corridors of power with a wish for freedom 

We have a modern, but muted League of Nations
That remains blind when bombs dismantle civilizations
And dumb, when people cry loud for help and justice
Defenders of democracy, created new colonies
After massacring innocent societies to gift freedom
They installed puppet authorities to auction the resources
To the ever greedy behemoth corporations of Wild West
They sell arms to neighbors, and foes within
They reap profits while their bullets and shells splash blood

Millions ran for their lives, to find a promised land for refuge
To lead a peaceful life, with assurance of waking up alive
But they are the unwanted burden for the economies of benefits
People risks drowning in depths of chilly seas
Evades the scorching heat of the deserts
Thorn filled paths of unknown terrains
To engage in a proxy battle with eagles waiting to nab
To prevent the souls from entering promised land
This is the fate of refugees, asylum seekers, or illegal migrants
Lucky if they make it to the safe shore
Phasing through the camps of  asylum 
If not, await deportation back to the world of despair

If there is peace, no one will leave the paradise
When you can’t give them the peace and safety
While creating dilapidated hells for them afar
Exploiting their resources in front of their eyes
Without giving prosperity or hope
People will keep flocking the borders
I wonder, how these modern nero’s play fiddle
With utmost peace  
While the war games they played
Comes back to haunt them in flocks
Stretching the limits of their own economies 

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Project Management

A lifeline of a company to earn big bucks
Mining through the risks and unknown challenges

A cluster of strangers and foes
Competing and striving to excel at same time

A robotic army powered by bosses
To yell at teams to meet deadlines at any cost

A utopian distribution system
For assigning resources  for different tasks

A must have checkups to track and cure    
The progress all along the network path of projects

It’s always a daunting task
When you try to make up for the lost time

No face value for it
Once you wasted your chance

A Painful thrill to live through,
Amidst busy fixing one hitch up after another

A luxury to even dream
As every second has its price, with no returns

A mirage that keeps moving away 
While digging up turmoils under compulsion  to finish tasks 

A beautiful map to decorate the wall
When all tasks explode beyond all the controls

Dangerous  ploys to play, on every phase
To fix or steady the plans against all the odds 

A rope to wish for from nowhere
When every road seems to meet a dead end

A sour grape that can energize minds
Urging them to conquer the unthinkable heights

An empty wallet in pocket
With magical powers to create miracles   

A welcome gift from anyone
Anytime to sail the ship towards a safe shore

A podium to climb
To pour the champagne to celebrate the relief 

A poem dedicated to all sleepless , stressed individuals around the world, working hard and trying to meet the deadlines of projects!

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14 Jul 2012

Cross road

Standstill at a junction
Of present
Two directions
Two outcomes
One heading towards glories of past
Other heading towards oblivion of silence
Uncertainty rules
Choice is beyond me
I have to wait
Until the war clouds drizzle down
And clear the sky
Mistakes of past haunt me
Journey towards unknown beckon me

I’ve forgotten my own soul
I am searching for my old self
Lost somewhere in ocean of quarrels
Lost my goodwill on the mountain of agony
I tried to dig it down to find plain ground
Where I lost my identity
As I wish to be recognized again
And tear apart the tag of imposter
Perceptions built on first impressions
Now stands tall in front of my own shadows
I feel dwarfed by the weight of my own image
I razed scars with my words
Now I wish to heal them with compassion

I seek forgiveness
But my lost identity
Blocks my entry to old pathway
I stare at the barren new path
As time ticks down
But I wish for a new path
For a new start
Straight from the past
Without the murmurs of discontent
Without the suspicion of another breakdown
With a belief of harmony

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28 Apr 2012

Lost world of words

Evening is still young
Sun has not gone home yet
Even as the clouds try to cover
The sky with its massive blanket
Rays of light over shadows it
With tinge of silvery brightness
I am alone waiting for night
To see the stars again
To throw dreams
At them
As I lost my way
I want to ask
For guiding lights
To open up new paths
Towards a lost world
Of words where I weaved
The canvas of imagination
To paint my words
With unseen colors
And spread splashes of joy
To those who might read one day

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27 Apr 2012


Today, I am having my liberty
After slicing down the vultures
Of worries that kept scaring me
When I looked back at my past
I found myself sneaking past
Worries by being coldblooded
With empty hands and mind
I can just walk in rain calmly
Enjoying a banter with the clouds!

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21 Jan 2012


Solemn journey towards peaceful obscurity
Untied from bonds and tiring obligations
Ignited by the passion for a great escape
Capitulated heart with broken dreams and tears
Identifies this medicine as cure for all ills and miseries
Dare to turn around and see the real sufferers in pain
Entice the mind to live; life can be your curing miracle
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16 Jan 2012

I love you from the bottom of my heart

I live with a hope that my
Love will find its way to
You, one day
 From the moment, I met you
The wishful heart craved for you   
Bottom to top it beat the rhythm
 Of your dreams and smile
My wish is to keep them sparkling with
 Heartily promise to wipe your tears all along 

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7 Jan 2012


Laboring days and nights with an aura of funeraL
Obsolete like a buried tree on an active volcanO
Nagging someone, guilt- ridden to seek a returN
Even as the door of reconciliation blare in flamE
Left with suave memories in company to prevaiL
Yearns for love to arise from the ruins as a fancy      

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4 Jan 2012

Winter Blues

Wayward life takes its break
In a silent manner
Nudging away
The days
Emitting the
Rays of laziness

Bores and deludes the mind
Lusts the soul to be sad amidst roar
Urging it to stay aloof and idle in cold
Energizes the fears to sizzle as nightmares  
Searches for reasons to hide away in darkness 

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3 Jan 2012

Idyllic Path

This is my path
For my soul searching journey
Pristine stream without ripples
Standing still like a lively canvas
For the reflections of trees aside
I can see the hidden sky
Through the lenses of the morning fog
The reflections look like a green curtain
To shy away the sunshine
The stream in its silence
Tells the story of its love for its surrounding
As they embrace the solemn peace
The zig-zag path goes hidden
While immersing itself in the fog
I saw an abandoned tent
I feel I can rest for a while in it
While burning the logs around
For some heat
And, listen to the silence of nature
May be I can grab some peace
For my beleaguered heart
Confused and smitten by emptiness
Enduring the pain of a lost soul
I hope this path will take me there
Where I can see my lost soul again
In peace and warmth
Forgiving and realizing each other
Once again

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Endless voyage leading one to nowherE
Muddling the mind like a shrewd worM
Playing the tunes of poignance in a looP  
Tiring the senses with hot rains of guilT
Irking the feeling of loneliness like chillI   
Nesting the darkness as a soulless EdeN  
Embracing the tears as a shelter of frailE
Silencing the soul with frozen emotionS
Surrendering the love of life to thoughtS

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2 Jan 2012

Rainbow on River USK

A welsh winter morning
After an enlightened new-year
Gloomed with dark clouds
Groomed with silent rain
Chilled with wind from riverside
The festive mood was still in air
As the near empty roads suggested
I went for a walk with a friend
Gracing the lonely rain
Walking along the riverside
The usk river remained a slim beauty
Glazing its bare muddy curves
We turned around
A spectacle semi circled the river
Like a colorful hanging bridge
From the edge of its side
To the heights of a nearby tower
A rainbow sparkled
Like a portrait on cloudy canvas
As we snapped up its beauty
With our eyes
The sky opened its canvas
Tearing away the clouds
Making way for the sun to surface
It wished the dawn with a bright smile
While bidding adieu to the soul rain
As the glamour of sun flourished
The fantasy trail of rainbow diminished
With a silent goodbye! 

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1 Jan 2012

Helpless Moments

Some moments freezes as it is
Refuses to melt down
As if, it is an imprint to live with
The more I try to forget it
The more it haunts me
A deep regret within my soul
A plight I tried to avoid
I chased the time, to catch some air
Even the shortest distance from safety
Looked so distant, on a night slept in silence
But, my legs weren’t strong enough
In that night of misfortune
I prayed for all the luck
There was nothing left in my destiny
A hollow mind and a strangled heart
Kept me drowning,
While I tried to hold on to the hands of hope
I still ask myself, why I am so slow to react
When it matters the most!
I wonder why I forgot even the sense
To make a simple call , I panicked
As I saw the last breath gasping to the doom
Stood numb and signed that record
On final moment of your life
I still can’t forgive myself
For failing to save you, by a whisker
A few minutes,
I wished I could buy those moments
And give you a breather
While I saw
 You flying away from me forever
Leaving my hands
I still haven’t found my promised land
Without you, I am still wandering

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New Year 2012

Just a change of guard
Like we move from yesterday to today
We leave behind bunch of memories
We leave behind the treasures of joy
We leave behind the trenches of losses
As the clock tick to the twelve
The fireworks mar the beautiful winter sky
With the smoke covering the glowing stars
A night is kept awake with loud music
With dancing floors sweating in its misery
Rather than the nectar, alcohol flows
Like rivers of ecstasy filling empty hearts
While those struggling, wish for a change
Hope for a new dawn and new path
Those who gave up hope plays down
It’s just another number, a routine
While the predecessors wonder in heavens
What is this mess?
This is just another month and another day
While April is the real New Year
Now it’s a fools new year
But how about those cultures
Where there are many new years
Depending upon on beliefs and harvests
Yeah, it’s just another day another year
A cycle to repeat to add to the history
This time that year that day
Get some sleep and wake up
It’s the same you
Even with all new resolutions

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