Awakenings ...

The light of knowledge opens the gate
To a friendly let-in to the holy mess
Trundling back & forth in the aisles of fate
So as to make you eventually feel the divine caress

Stirred are you when the emotion overrides

Throwing you off balance this multifarious fall        

Alas, illuminating the insides where the pent up passion resides

Lending support to the zeal within to jump the self imposed wall

                                                                                                                                            

The enlightened spells of goodness

Nullify the ever so present negativity

By rollicking in the arms of forgiveness

Etch a picture of dignified positivity

Embedded pain of years stimulating the dead possibilities

Thus rechristens the doctrines of faith

When soaked in the miracles of godly abilities

Humans simply transform into the never ending wraith.    

Lost & Found ...

Missing is the link to life if you choose to fret
Deliberate if the zests then you rule the test
Revolving involuntarily as a cabaret
When the song of existence is the chirpiest

Déjà vu it is for some mortals of the mast

While sailing back & fro on the stream of reality

Till you bump into the pebble of the past

And you smile with pristine vanished agility

Mislaid are you when you lose the bait

Shoving the ‘you’ in hours of gloom

Oh boy! each place is like a hapless ait                                                              

Deprived of the ever so present bloom

‘Found’ are you in the arms of fate

If it dishes out the best recipe

Nurturing the departed sustenance of pate

Alas, turning out to be the era’s greatest swipe.                                                    

The recurring deposit going hand in hand

Missed badly sans it or present

They are the finest guidelines for any stand

Transforming or destroying the inner wisent.

Reflections ...

The evidence of one’s being

Interspersed with the protocol of likeness

Stomp on it & it will leave you by fleeing

Alas, pushing you to a place having an air of awareness

The mirror image in the form of your protégé

Adds on to the familial legacy

Hence it’s the absolute privilege

To nurture the god’s gift of a lifetime of ancestral currency

As we gradually journey inward

Lighting up the dusty corners of the past

We reflect our light outward

By emanating the stories of the awesome cast

Many a times it’s the indication

Its all in your hands, come what may

To keep dreaming without a condition

Thus making the most of the opportunities coming one’s way.

Darkness ...

Its difficult to see one’s face in it

Consigned for the spider to quiver in

For the dearly loved to thump in it

So as to weave a web for the expected barge in

The devil’s advocate sits sewing pieces of bloodshed

Transferring the invisible deity into visibility

Also igniting the corners of the coal shed

Marring all possibilities of ambiguity

Here the vision of the far sighted hermit is polished

The sense of mystery engulfs the mystic

Serial Jargons of the holy get encrypted

So dense is the faith of the psychic
                                                                                     
A ballerina of desires finds a new song

Enveloping you to the consummate yet intriguing composure

Thus pushing you a little to dance & sing along

On the tune of the ‘one of a kind’ adventure.      

Crossroads...

They say the divine reside here once in a while
Thus rotating the possibilities of uncertainty
Though hit & run cases all turn futile                  
In the aisles of constitutionality

An intersection of a wayward slope

Also the rainbow of untraveled path

Slipping one through the kaleidoscope

Of changing lanes in life’s math

It can be the turning point for the misled

Or the dreaded veer in the illustrious hell

Easily adding zing to the bespectacled

Thus announcing their entry with a mesmerizing spell

The unavoidable junction of humdrum

Spilling flavors of the experiences learnt

Some maneuver with decorum                                      
Alas, moving forward as if totally unhurt

O Praise the Lord, it’s the moment of truth that life goes on

No matter what you choose

It’s the lane of gay abandon

When met head-on, you just can’t afford to lose.

Fags...

The biggest kick to get the tag
That one is old enough to make it a drag
Thus each day gradually sucking one’s health more so into a rag
So as to mop the grace off the flag
Hoisted on the face from the godly handbag
A puff and more to eradicate the knotted nag
Misconstruing it to be the best shag
For the overall fitness airbag
Nah, it ain’t the elixir of the undying stag
But a push into the making of a sag
Yeah yeah, the spiraled smoke adds on to the gag
Giving ripples of delight to the on looking hag
Tis never too late to throw it out from life’s handbag
For a promising & environ friendly quag.

Traffic ...

The dreaded disease for those whose nature is volcanic

It doesn't take seconds to turn them into a diabolic

Euphemisms are the flavor of the automated eccentric

Camouflaging the visage to a crawling epic

Of expressions which are far from holistic

The myriad sounds are everything but a lyric

Debuting with a new cacophony of an effortless multisyllabic

Gush, you take notice of the minutest of graphic

Surrounding the visions as a forced biopic

As if serenading the deepest fissures of an overlooked antic

Who may be are struggling from the jolts of a strained cynic

Thus catapulting to a frenzied stance on the roads of panic

Hail! For some its the much needed respite to focus on things less horrific

Cause mostly it’s a push into the itchy couch which is nothing but lethargic.