This is the time


And we have whole night ahead

Of us; Studying, while in bed, grieved,

Lamenting, how freedom sieved away

Through our fingers in the day, so bright

No more, no matter how we fight with ourselves,

With procrastination dusting shelves and books

Whose pages’ turning stalled looks have left

A hollow feeling in the head bereft of that

Healing touch; This way we sat all dumb

Brainstorming that granite till numb is all

We feel, till our eyelids fall and shut

And regret- what we must feel, but instead

We don’t; We know it’s in our head, because

Professor told us it all as it was while we moped

Up and all of that will be evoked tomorrow

In our exam- students’ damned sorrow!

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Romancing the Jewel


Romancing the Jewel

There’s one belief one can’t deny

That angels fly, high in the sky.

And people say, they’re humans, just with wings,

I’d say- just birds, those worldly things.

But one can’t fool, when world’s aware

And try such thing- one wouldn’t dare.

We sit on bench, I contemplate

This ginormous emerald’s fate.

The cold, fresh air that thou inhale,

Comes from the green on city’s pale.

Thou’ll have to sit here- judge it’s size

I wish, I could lend thee my eyes

For either way thou’ll dissolve in bliss

But it gets better if thou don’t miss

How brook trails down into the lake

Canopy’s spearheads tremble and shake

Amongst the chaos of greenish shades

Hiding the sky, those leafy blades

And butterflies- burst, fly, explode

Trail deeper, cease tracing the road!

Enough of resting- we’ll return

Let this sea thy feelings churn

And like mood, let’s trek up hills

Along, collecting angel’s quills

They float on breeze, brushing thy lips

As thou take rest on rocky tips

And gaze at former spanning the sun

The green waves underneath will stun

Thee the more thou look, the more thou feel

Thine empty heart it’ll beg not, steal

And keep it in the dark abyss

Of one deep lake- thou cannot miss

As thou’ve sat on that one bench

Right before I gave thee a wrench

And made thee walk through green so strong

It flushed away all that feels wrong.

In Rains- umbrella-cap mushrooms,

Empty vast spaces, empty rooms,

And what not else that thou might see

Whilst over the edge of well gaze we

I bet, thou’ll remember that jolly place

Where bunnies jump around and race,

And mother goose with gooselings round

Away from monkey, walks around

And pups, those pups in paw and prance,

Play with thee well in awkward dance

And all those fishes in a wishing pit

Swim around, whilst their nurturers sit.

Arachnids, colourful insects and dragons,

Antelope trails- trekking bandwagons,

Lush green breath of city-odd freshness

Hitting like nature’s creative madness!

Climb up the tower, horizon scan,

And hills and lakes then see you can,

And suddenly right straight ahead

Angels descend- rightly said

Thence through the woods, a trail to follow

Rushing thee under that tree and a few hollow

Just right before they flutter and wail

And forget a feather from their tail.

And all those adventures blood thy pump

For thou have to crawl, climb and jump

To make through all of the miniscule joys

And get to the show for Big boys:

World’s cut in half by pink sunset,

Crickety aura then in gets set.

And wall of darkness sets on place

And lost thou art as if in space,


But look a sparkly matrix blooms up ahead,

It rains to sky through trees from bed

And when one dot towards you flies,

A myriad of fireflies- you realise!

We sit in silence, absorb the vibe

There’s no need for me to describe

Mellow senses, mellow mood, mellow us all in one

As long as we have Sanjay Van…

Panting Wolves and Dancing Squirrels


A distant drum beat, darkness, skies…
To creep one out a forest always tries…

So there’s a clearing, moonless blues…

With a bonfire this, on can confuse!

Vibrating- dancing shadows turned to spokes,

Prancing silhouettes and no one talks!

And round and round is all they go…

In circles, on sand thus dark ones flow…

There’s self- commotion once you see

And in a jiffy feel the glee…

That you’ve seen and with no perils,

Painting wolves and dancing squirrels!

Love Nature


An elegant curve of the path

With shades all around…

A pair of Arabesque hills

As they turn into the plotted math

Of scattered ponds on the ground…

And a few of memorable stills

Turning it’s whole beige core into wrath

Of multilateral picture- green all abound…

And ending at a pair of strings of matrix nils

Exploding into a flowy, shrill- shivery brown path

And stars exploding all around…

With all trees behind rising up like hills.

Contemplating about the hidden treasure

The Boom Impending


Something different is in this air…
This air is ethereal…

This air is eternal…

This air is yours Oh Earth…

Tell me whether it is real…

Tell me even if it’s carnal…

Tell me even if in dearth…

Drop at me like autumn rain…

Drop at me that heavy news…

Drop at me how Environment is climbing for the noose…

Sweep away my worldly pain…

Sweep away my subtle cruise…

Sweep away all worldly men, who dareth you to loose…

The Wizard


Some people ask:- “What’s it’ you say?”
Parry them I:- “With words I play…

Bedazzled, stand they, gazing broad

I point at them, while they applaud”
“What ’bout ‘s all the fuss?”, a voice.

“Oh crowd, I’m left with no choice…

How dare forget my name, you dude

This act of yours is utter rude!
For you’ve not asked from me the same

Involved the crowd to my shame!

It’s time to show you wizardry

You turn ‘nto toad by my decree!”
With that he gestured ‘nto air thin

A toad turned man sat aback then lean

With watery eyes, glanced at the crowd,

While wizard stood all great and proud.
The crowd spoke:- “With words you play…”

A scared pause added:- “…was what did you say”

“Afraid?”, exclaimed the spellweaving man

“It was just humour, that’s all a plan!”
Our wordmeister swung his hands.

In a whiff he changed the magic trends.

The toad leaped up and in no time,

Hugged him, shameless, covered in slime.
Wordplaying man was set aback,

Slime flying about with each whack

He did renounce all the claims:-

“I’m not the one who binds in chains!”
“What, what?”- crowd got all confused

To speak any further he refused.

Toadman spoke:- “All of you we do address,

Don’t worry, we did not digress to your distress
He’s an actor- I’m the man, his magic’s fine

And this darn script ‘s of my design!

I guess you all were played damn well,

You read till here and that is swell!”

Like fish in the sea


The awestruck fish was stuck in a tree
Thumbing it was, trembling, to get free…

Life twirled and turned it like a darn hurricane

Only to leave in hardship and vain…
Fishy fidgeted a few tiny leaps ahead

Then it realised that it just fell from bed…

But how felt the dream, you can’t fathom, just see…

The man turned- fish felt like one fish in the sea…

The One on Strength & Perseverance


When people ask me:- “Are you strong?”

I point, that their question’s wrong,

I say:- “It’s not just really all the strength,

That helps survive you to this length.

But how, this length, you do perceive

Through all the friction you recieve.”
When people tell me:- “Wrong, you might be!”

I flail them, “That depends on how you see.”

They preach how strength and even power

Is grown with friendly people’s shower

Of their goodwill and blessings; “That’s thin”

I say and add, “This first comes from within…”
They scream and shout, “How dare you!?”

Of egoism, in this debate, they me do sue.

“A little scared they’re, ‘s what I think

To face their sins and cross that brink,

Confess of evil thoughts lurking their mind

And speak of how they fight ’em for mankind”
Each day, each night, each dusk, each dawn,

Pitch black heed grows our mind upon.

We strive, we fence, we burn, we fight,

With morals, ethics, brought up might

And frown when fellow strikes amiss

And finds oneself in dungeon bliss
He is not strong, not strong at all,

For him his friendly people took the fall

And now all they all do is just repent

On how ugly scary was his dissent,

And how they had in this no hand

And this was only his failure grand!
The lonely bastard’s hit hard by wall

How people standing by him tall

Now vanish, never to be seen,

While once lost mind, is never clean,

And there he sits in stone cold cell,

With all well-wishers, lest wish well.
He sees now, that this sin his- grave,

If only once he were that brave,

To shut them out, stay solo- soul,

And let his wicked thoughts to crawl

And face them straight with no advice

From friendly people- witless’ demise.
Then maybe, maybe he’d have seen

That strength he seeks is there within

 And darkness shunt away, aside,

That right came with no one beside.

For no one’s wicked born with head,

But it grows unto them instead.
But what is done, is done and stains,

And now he’s left to endure the pains

Of heavy chains and morbid thoughts,

With none, but hope of grimly sorts

That perseverance’s all what’s left

Now, lonesome burden for him to heft.
He might not live to tell his tale,

But this- a thing one must not fail,

To seek and find within that good

Which makes one strong or so it should

At least to judge oneself permit

Where people rise, where fall in pit.

Pedal of Century


It was half past eleven, then a quarter to twelve,
Then creeped the clock stealthily for a gong beat.

We sit, somewhere lay we, in deep thoughts we delve,

Mind like some clocks did serenade and tweet.

Our stupor, if not turned to a slate’s screen

Is rather enthralled by the darkened bright skies

Or maybe traversed to some grasslands lush green

Calmed, but not really, we shut down our eyes.

Anxious lay some, restless are others, few left baby-like,

Heartless some, broken are others, few lay cold and alone.

What they all really need is to take that darn, lovely bike

And pedal way deep into abysmal abyss with no phone!

Impressions


Remember the first time you were scared, but not really…

Sometime around that time, your infancy left.

Remember the last time it all felt so easy, but not really…

Someone made sure your castle of childhood was built.

Remember the first time you lost, but not really…

Somewhere in that decision, you befriended your teens.

Remember the last time you risked it all, but not really…

Someday, thus somehow, we all matured.

The Search


Something highly relatable for each of us at one point or the other in our life…

Maybe it is the search for the ultimate purpose or maybe it’s just all about a pizza…

One might never know…
What if whatever you just fail to find…

Is hiding right there in plain sight…

But you’re one clumsy kind of blind…

You just can’t find it in this light???
What if you search for that in place…

That’s just not right, for it to hide…

And it’s damn staring at your face…

Lost, have you sight- eyes open wide???
What if that thing has no disguise…

But you’re searching masquerade…

Still here- seeking, post it’s demise,

Shortsighted, dwelling in crusade???
What if all this effort blown to skies,

Mirage made into​ the fair of Vanity

Is moulding real all those lies

And dripping on our sanity?
What if you’re searching​ for the meaning

Yet can’t find a pivot point- full life- like..

And think of these as words demeaning…

Bedazzled, but still void in thy psych?

The Chances


At playing card factory, piles of cards- all prints, get sorted…
Still hot, they travel miles, to get to box they courted…

We tag defective our lives- a solitary Joker of a deck conforming…

A random draw- high fives, thus turns our lives heartwarming…
Getting that tightly packed, they smudge each others’ ink…

Those tinsy smears stacked, amend more than you think…

Some turn Hearts sweet, hurt spiky- Spades few prick…

Some Diamonds built with heat, some Club until they sick…
How lucky is thy draw, depends on how you perceive…

The monster that you saw, turns to lifeline you recieve…

You’re boxed in, solitary Joker, and yours are chances rare…

This draw game is like poker, each draw- a million dollar affair…