Wild.Untamed.

Limelight. Streaks of hair.
Wild. Untamed.
Stage. Microphone.
Grunge. Scream.

Darkness. One shot.
Heat. Halogens.
Heavy.Metal.
Wild. Untamed.

War song. Blue eyes.
Soldiers. Bloodshot.
Wild.Untamed.
Death. Mosh.

Wild.Untamed.
Frenzy. Crowd.
'Them'. Leap of Faith.
Distortion. Pulsethrob.

The Lion's "Tail" (tale)

I hung a lion by its tail today.
As I did it, he roared and almost pawed the air away.

The lion was a twit as I had thought.
Easier than the plan he got caught.

It took him a while to realize that he had been tricked.
But by that time I had had him by the whip.

To let it go would be such a waste.
I could get a life if it stayed that way.

This was an option that hadn't clicked before.
In an instant opened my career's door.

I would show him off to the world.
Go everywhere with it till I was bald.

Who would have seen a lion like this?
Tied by the tail, its hard to miss.

All that crap school, colleges had taught.
Till now seemed to have got me naught.

Piggyback the lion, I would go far and wide
Known as the man with the iron hide.

My parents would be proud,as would my friends
New careers would open up again.

Now I start,with a smile and a twitter.
The lion,my gold, is all that glitters.

Sometimes.

Sometimes you wish you weren't there. The act is awkward, embarrassing or sad. And you just don't wanna be a part of it. But you have to.
There are times when you don't wanna sleep, but just lie awake and think of everything. But you can't. Days are tiring, and there is too much to do. To top it all, no one makes it any easier. You start looking for your solace, your world where you can escape. You realize that much of what yours peers have said are lies and false. No one can be taught to face the world. Everyone learns on his/her own. Be it that boy who has had to work his way all his life for his daily bread or that kid in bright clothes from a posh house. Life unveils slowly and steadily at times but then again, speeds up so much so that you don't have time to grasp onto what whizzed past. They say the most complex thing on the planet is the DNA helix and its mapping and uncoding it will take years. Life's helluva more complicated than that. It's all these sticks piled on each other where the sticks say stuff life 'relationships', 'friendship', 'career', 'family' etc etc. And all these sticks have innumerable branches and more sticks coming out of them, each for every person in life. And sometimes they overlap and sometimes it is so that there isn't anymore space to overlap even. New sticks arise, piled, blueprinted, arranged in the most complex geometrical figure possible. If only it weren't so.

You.

You do seem to linger around. And I can never face you. A veil separates us. Always has. At one point it did seem to vanish. But then again, at that point you weren't there. But when you came back again, nothing ever seemed to have changed. The veil fluttered like before and words still fumbled and spluttered before escaping as nonsense to the realm of the world. Thin and fragility personify you all the more with each passing day. And I yearn for you to feel my touch.

Start for the start.

I will start from the end and roll back to where it started. Truth is, I don't know where it started. Along the way I will look for clues to lead back to the past. The past needs to be changed. After I complete the rollback, I shall tuck in a thing or two, set a few things right, and start for the end again. By that time, the world will have moved on. But I will be in my time frame. Nothing will be impossible. I just have to stick to that path and not divert from it. There will be hurdles along the way but abseiling down a tough proper rope will be the best option.

But its just that I still have to start rolling back to the start.

Black Star.

Not all is yours for taking,wish you would leave a souvenir.

The stars trudge across the emptiness towards your side of the world.

The distance is tedious.

You streak ahead of the stars to make sure that they follow you.

The rainclouds gather in masses to give me company.

A hint of a song and failed emotions linger.

Masked faces in shadows of brown rise towards nothingness.

Forever you have existed.

And since forever I have tried to take your hand.

But with time, everything became murkier all the more

I could hardly make out where your hand was among all the mess.

The very hands of those masked faces have fought amongst themselves to grab my progress.

Some did and that increased the distance more

I have realized that I could sometimes make out the faces behind the brown shadows,

And these faces often than not I know only too well.

A crescendo of all the instruments reach a staggering limit in my ears

And I shout in vain.

Even she doesn't stop nor does anyone else

All lost in their own turmoil.

The longing will hover always, as will wishes and regrets galore.

The souvenir will suffice, to make something of me.

Else the black star will swoop down to distort every note and turn it upon itself.

Take it all, I want none of the pieces.

I make my way in spite of the hands that try to grab me as I pass.

Black star,was it, that would disfigure it all?

There exists no such star in my plans.

I streak ahead, I don't need your hand.

And the stars themselves stand and gape.

The rainclouds still try to accompany me

Failing which, they cover up the stars ahead of whom I am gone.

I shout again, but not in vain.

I am me, minus the pain.

I am light, I am speed.

Today I am everything that I need.

Khub kharap lekha....

For times unknown to you when you have stood by me,
For every little bit that you know of me,
For every season we cross hand in hand,
For all the joy you have brought to me.

No ocean was big enough,
No winter cold enough,
Your arms were always around me,
No sadness was sad enough.

Goodbye and farewell,
I still feel hearty and well,
Even though that bubble of fear inside me threatens to burst,
Goodbye to you and a happy yet sad farewell.