Another Intellectual Being

Poetry

Kuch Bandh Padha Hain

Na jaane in darazo me rakka kya hain?
Kya hain woh khilone bachpan ke,
Kuch tute kuch adhmare se,
Jinke saath ab meri khelne ki chaah nahi h.

Ya phir rakhe hain kuch khat,
Kuch yaadein simat kar rakhi gayi hain.
Magar dhool jami hain darazo par,
Kya kholta hoga inhe ab koi?

Raakhe honge kuch purani baatein,
Woh school ke medal aur scholar badge ki yaadein.
Ab engineering padhte padhte unki,
Yaad aati hain khub jamke.

Yah hain bhai ki koi shaitani,
Koi surri bamb ya koi makaude.
Yaah kuch mithai chipai hogi usne,
Chup chupke khata hoga phursat me.

Na jaane in darazo me rakha kya hain?
Inhe kholkar dekhoonga kabhi.
Magar aaj waqt hi kaha hain,
College jaane se phursat hi nahi

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The Way Back

I stepped into the world

With a flame alight in my heart

A sound of distant rolling thunder

An echo of lost dreams

 

I took the first steps with uneasy caution

With a wisdom of an old man seldom lost

A wilderness grew in my heart

Materials lost in the undergrowth

 

Searching in the hidden, the wild unknown

I found in the slivers, the blades of grass

The wild berries and sweet nectars

A love for the empty road

 

The dreams I had forgotten

A love for the love lorn wild

A quiet distant fate

A sad broken child within me

 

I took a long journey

Of  self discovery and love

But the best part of it was

The jouney home and above

 

 


I will lay me down for you!

When you’re weary, feelin’ small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough, and friends just can’t be found

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

When you’re down and out, when you’re on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I’ll take your part, oh when darkness comes, and pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind

Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine, and all your dreams will run their way
See how they shine, oh, if you need a friend, I’m sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind


The Tale Of The Freebird

I stood mooring on a cliff,

Staring vacantly at the chasms blue.

My wings were quite weary,

Flying through a storm or two.

 

I tapped my feet on the rock,

Quite unsure of my flow.

But I had seen the others,

Quite dainty right below.

 

I spread my wings and saw,

A feather ruffled or two.

I tapped my feet again,

Unsure of what to do.

 

A slight chill in the air,

The gale my ugly foe.

It understood quite well,

My intentions to go below.

 

A fear started in my heart,

And it slowly grew.

If ever my wings could take flight,

Was not something I knew.

 

Then I felt a warm presence,

A beautiful radiance in slight.

She asked what I was doing,

Why I wasn’t in flight?

 

I showed her my ruffled feathers,

Told her of my fears.

She opened up her wings,

There were holes made by spears.

 

Yet when she flew,

What a magnificent sight.

She came around a sharp turn,

And sneaked up on my right.

 

She gave a mighty push,

I shot clear of the cliff.

Save me, save me I cried,

From my trembling lips.

 

She said let your wings out,

Embrace the world below.

I looked down and saw,

I was flying quite low.

 

I flapped my wings, flapped them harder,

I found that I could fly.

My joy was quite unbound,

That I shot up straight so high.

 

I caught up with the Freebird,

Asked her of her tale.

Regardless of the matter,

With her in love I fell.


What Blogging Means To Me

 

Quite matter of factly I started blogging just to catch attention of people, to be noticed and maybe to be even taken seriously. I never quite caught on with the phenomenon of blogging initially. I just wrote different kinds of things, poems and all and posted it. I had always fantasised about being known and renowned for my writing ability. I was a clear cut wannabe when I started out on the blogging circuit; I actually thought blogging would impress the ladies, hard luck there. I made a blog wrote some poems and forgot about it, after some time I read a blog and the spark ignited again but I had to make a new blog. And like that I was never constant with one blog. A few posts and I got bored and left. This happened over and over again. Until I struck upon the idea of the Prince of Prose blog.

 

I declared the blog open with a very proud and whimsical introduction. Aptly followed by a very dark poem about a beggar. It was quite a disturbing and hopeless time in my life. The 12th Board Exams had just gotten over and I was struggling with college. It suited my frame of mind and hence I made the blog. I poured all my angst into it. Sometimes creativity, sometimes thought sometimes just someone else’s Apricot. Then college began, along with the journey of fiction, I wrote two incomplete novels at 12000 words each.

 

I’ve missed writing in the blog for 3-4 months at a time but I’ve still stuck with it. So on the occasion of my 50th post I thank you all for sticking with my blog, my long obsessive and flowery writing and my irregularity. Thank you all, I’m very much indebted to you!

 


Vermin

Hallucinations of tomorrow

A broken mind of sorrow

Guardian angel of death

A world of despicable hate

A chain of thoughts

The draw of lots

I kill, I hate, I suffer

I seek, I smote, I murder

My mind of deadly poison

A dead monk of larson

No bars hold me tight

In the dead of the night

Burning hatred, searing pain

Myriad beings and one aim

The mind of a serial killer


Moonlit Ballad

When the moonbeam falls,
On your starry eyes,
My feet slip from beneath,
The cloudy skies.

I still believe in your eyes,
Whilst your lips may lie away,
But your eyes give it up,
The moment you look my way.

Every day and every night,
I only dream about your sight,
And then i find you tip-toeing,
In the pale blue moonlight.

You be my baby forever,
Be my lover too,
One thing I promise,
One day I’ll fly away with you.

I can cut through mountains,
With the simplest of tool,
Just don’t walk away,
And make me look like a fool.

To have believed in you,
For eternal springs I pray,
To be with you my lover,
That is all I have to say.