Rivalry

“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

 Forever,

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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Silence

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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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

Project

A lifeline of a company to earn big bucks

Mining through the risks and unknown challenges

Team

A cluster of strangers and foes

Competing and striving to excel at same time

Managers

A robotic army powered by bosses

To yell at teams to meet deadlines at any cost

Allocation

A utopian distribution system

For assigning resources  for different tasks

Review

A must have checkups to track and cure    

The progress all along the network path of projects

 Deadline

It’s always a daunting task

When you try to make up for the lost time

Regrets

No face value for it

Once you wasted your chance

Stress

A Painful thrill to live through,

Amidst busy fixing one hitch up after another

Time

A luxury to even dream

As every second has its price, with no returns

Sleep

A mirage that keeps moving away 

While digging up turmoils under compulsion  to finish tasks 

Plan

A beautiful map to decorate the wall

When all tasks explode beyond all the controls

Strategy

Dangerous  ploys to play, on every phase

To fix or steady the plans against all the odds 

 Hope

A rope to wish for from nowhere

When every road seems to meet a dead end

Motivation

A sour grape that can energize minds

Urging them to conquer the unthinkable heights

Belief

An empty wallet in pocket

With magical powers to create miracles   

Help

A welcome gift from anyone

Anytime to sail the ship towards a safe shore

End

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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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

Hopelessly

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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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

Somewhere

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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Freedom

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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Suicide

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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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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Lonely

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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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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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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Emptiness

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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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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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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