They Say, I Can’t Stop Dreaming.

Favored with a Sun

The search for a light has just began

As it appear tunnels at the end of every tunnel

They say, I can’t stop dreaming.

Little been own and lots been disown

In the last fever before the dawn

She wailed even the Sun couldn’t bear

Someone has been lost in the last famine

Those white brilliant caps of Khadi made

Nodded well enough before the confused gathering

Let us plunder you

As long as u have chosen a life in exchange of bread

They have been searching for a new place

As their home no more belong to them

And their Jungles been self-encroached

Some call for a bloody revolution

Some says it’s a bloody mess

Let me not ignite you

Because self is made out of self

All the hidden hopes

Shall rise and rise

To choose their own Sun

Thou lighten thyself.

To be or not to be

Longings torment on existence

About the fairness of “to be” or “not to be”

And laughs over those craving eyes

Or it is just a waiting

Where numbness negates the gone aspirations.

Happiness may not be the rhetoric

Because it’s preserved in the eternity of nonbeing.

Memories shall halt to be renamed with graveyard

Or it is just a new beginning.

The wretched fact stretches

To consume all the cobweb of inhibitions

Or it is just a taxing interval

Where reconciliation proceeds

To get back the finest of time.

Poetry of Resistance !!!

For the human beings

Whose in-habitation deceased?

Desperate over the red soil

Putting a stiff resistance of un-choice

In lieu of land and life

We Ethnic and Non-ethnic folks

Synthesis of faith belief and creed

Docile justice and silent state

Plea for a sustained space

Development depicts sheer illusions

When for us but without us

When there is no end nonetheless why our head

We also live a life

Hey, powers of development

Reconsider

I never wanted to remain under developed

Listen to us and listen to God !!!

For The Beauty and The Blue

When you love the sky
You paint it to blue
When you dream a bird
You don't know why you are true

In this lovely dawn
When i think of you
The air spreads and sense
For the beauty and the truth

I remember, I remeber
I am a little glass down
But i dream and i scream
For the beauty and the Blue

I set to free
All the greens and the songs
But I realized
I am blissfully wrong

In the hands,In the sands
when dream comes true
In the flowers , In the showers
For the beauty and the blue

In the calms , in the psalm
The fall of the snow
In the histories , In the mysteries
You want to feel what you don't know

I take back my own time

For a moment,

I take back my own time

Clusters of cheering faces remain the best of hymns

Into the dream days

I have left back my often sung rhymes

In a new distance,

I look back as I heard voices

They have made all the insignificance

Into life-loving experiences

In a short while they made me their mine.

The distance I travelled

The songs I sang

The smiles I shared

The shouts I endured

I wonder how relations becomes so divine

It’s all been because of them

Where existence prevails

Carrying all the inconsistencies of this journey

And makes it better

To discover the greatest meaning to our life.

Creation

Why should there be a meaning to life?

If every belief

Ends at the thought of a beginning

Faith evolves though life remains

As stagnant as a soul of inadequacy

Living for a belief pays

With a homage for the creators

A long lived graveyard seems mine

As feelings remain buried for a cause of inception

The illusion of existence

Hinders the smoothness of being ordinary

Though action takes a backstage

Audacity remains in a fancy state of indifference

The quest of an explorer

For the genesis of a dream

Life demands a voyage

Barring all the insecurities...!!!