Moods & Tunes

Tears

We Die

But

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Our eyes
Are filled
With
Tears

Our tear
Lives with us

The art
Of weeping
Saves
Civilization of emotions
Till date

We prescribe
Tears
For the age old wound
Of your
Die hard heart

We live
To weep

Our eyes
Are decorated
With
Tears


The Enemy

I realised
This morning
That I slept with my enemy

Friendly enemy
Loves you
More than your friend
Loves you

One learns
How to win over oneself
When
Others start defeating you

The Leaning Moon

Sky was
Empty
As empty as
A blank monitor

The moon
Was
Leaning
Against
The dark wall
Of a deserted house

That night
Moon had
Came to see
Sobbing old door

Somebody
Jumped out
Like a fox
From
Dark bush behind
And
Whispered

-Go back
You are obstacle for us!

A bird
Flew
Silently
Over the quiet roof
In that silent night

Moon
Was
Still
Leaning


Undoing Boredom

You may copy
A file of Happiness
From internet or others

And paste that easily
On your eyes and lips

You may still remain
Bored
Feel monotonous

It is others
And you
Who bore you
Cruelly

Copied file of happiness
Is not your own

We are seldom
Programmed by ourselves
Because others write our
Programming codes

I think
That we should
Think of unthinking
Futile thoughts

Life becomes a puzzle
Of pretending to live

Who else is relaxed
Today to be cool
And think hot

Creativity should be created
Not borrowed

Better to remain
Armature
To unlearn learnt
And save all what we learn finally

We may or may not delete
Useless messy doubts
Animate each moment
With multimedia dreams

We may or may not
Fight virus of complexes
Kill them
Before they grow
In our mind

Have own mind
So, don’t borrow

One should not rule over
One’s ‘self’

Enjoy defeats
Liberate liberty
Let songs sing
With their
Own voice for us

Let birds of vision
Search their own vistas

More speedy, more efficient
More accurate
Upgraded version of
Our follower would
Lead us

Passionately!

Vacuums

Wet eyes
In dry times

Moments freeze themselves
While glorious defeats
Start telling stories
Of unseen nightmares.

Footprints
On the road
Less traveled

-Alien?

-No that’s you!

So many things
To tell
So many
To see
So many
To live


So many things
Hold so many things
So many things
Give birth to
So many things

So many things
In this world
filled with
Vacuums.

Walking on the Edge

Wound knows
How to pain.
And
They say-
Time knows
How to heal.

Roads
Sometimes
May lead nowhere.

Words
Always
Don’t mean anything.

Every spring
Can’t ensure
Blossoms every year.

There may be a dark crack
Even in your colourful smile-
Who knows?

Who can measure
The collateral damage
Of emotions even in
Times of constructions of civilizations?

Revolutions
Sometimes become
Escape means
For frustrated minds.

Dirty words are ejaculated
Even from the clean mouths
Of Histories.

At the end of the day
There are times but
When time
Would not know how to heal.

And there are times
When histories have to be
Rewritten again
In new and fresh language

Because
Hard times
Move hardly.


We


Our words-
Tall lampposts without bulbs
On the streets orphanised

Our promise-
Drug addict fly
That walks lazily
On the edge of knife

Our dreams-
Kiwi
In a flying competition

Our angers-
Crazy foam
Inside beer bottle

Our action-
Camera
Without lens


Yes

Yes
I’m not going to argue.

It’s OK
You won.

You won
Absolutely

You won
At the cost of
Your own triumph.