Caveman

With those shaking legs, he stood,
Crawling from within the ashes, he perused,
Fettered to the ashes, inhibiting in that lonely cave,
Sun bore the crimson ruby right above his head,
His silhouettes crafted upon the wall,
His legs swathed in fire, his head cloaked in smoke,
For his dawn was the glistening ruby,
And his dusk were his muffled silhouettes.

Somehow, be it will, force, or just luck,
The flames hushed, the chains were undone,
He walked his first steps out of the cave,
Trying to catch the vision, and peacefully exhale,
Intense glaring ruby burned his new-born eyes,
With his head held down, he continued,
Abstaining himself from the colors, he looked for the greys,
His life was still stuck between ruby, and now, growing silhouettes.

Watching them turn and twist within themselves,
He endured this new endless cave,
Grasping the images, the memory bore a little action,
New possibilities, new hope was awakened,
For he mastered in learning from the shadows,
Grey showing colors, and beauty born from ashes,
No matter how radiant the ruby glistened over his head,
He walked with his head held low, perusing from the silhouettes.

Petrified symbols

Breathing white and black, I lay numb,
Petrified symbols start to revolve around my head,
Each one of them recites a story to tell,
Unfolding themselves for us to be overwhelmed,
I close my eyes for a moment, the moment’s gone,
Doorway to past, present or imagination, I succumb,
Far away from the reality, far away from the people,
A colorless world gives color to my universe,
Unheard of, unspoken, yet imagined,
This world brews on me, my inner demons,
However, such world lies within us all,
I’m no different, no different at all.

This world that I speak of, grows within time,
More is added to it, very few are sublime,
Much of it, obscure, lot of it, untraveled,
Such beautiful creations reside, each humbly intimate,
Breathing in white and black, I lay numb,
Petrified symbols start to revolve around my head,
Some are lost, while some forgotten,
Sublime becomes obscure, sunshine becomes darkened,
As this world affects my reality, my sanity, me,
It is a doorway, to make happen all what is desired,
Lost within its beauty, the possibilities, I succumb,
This colorless world gives color to both of my universe.

Moonless

Nothing compares to the desolation of a moonless night,
Standing above this grave, I hold back my memories,
Twenty years, could it be so, or may be thirty,
These wrinkly hands dig the tired soil, six feet deep,
Sleeping alone, you and I, you here rotten within insects,
And I, rotten with visions running in my eyes, rotten by reminiscence.

With each foot dug out, I unravel each degree of separation,
Dust basked chair, now awaits your empty eyes,
Faded smile, worn by scarf, you still look so beautiful,
These memories, a curse, this dark night, a solace,
Unfathomable, unpierced by memories, hope or light,
These words won’t even reach you anymore,
Albeit, your hand fits mine just like yesterday,
Your hand fits mine just like yesterday.

These sounds of silence, these visions of devoid,
Feels warmer with your hand on mine,
This moonless night, this dark sky,
Reminds me of your pretty smile,
Just like yesterday, I feel, albeit, many years may have passed,
In my arms, I wished you’d say something, but you took away the moon and the stars.

Stardust

Those words echoed, resonated repeatedly, “We all are nothing but Stardust”,
His mind captivated, running were his thoughts amidst the cities, and the rust,
From dusk to dawn, laying on the stretch of sand, his eyes pierced the sky,
He watched the colors changing, he watched them born and die,
An endless wonder strayed, roamed across the rivers and roads,
Nobody understood why, why hell was placed so close to heaven,
Like two sides of a coin, hell was just a flip away,
Lines drawn, marked territories, outcasted masquerades,
All were easily visible from where he stood,
The caged cities with the insatiable hunger,
The open dumps with no power, dejected,
Hopeless all stardust was blown into the air,
Weighted legs, enchained throats, cut-off wings, hollow ground,
The river of blood and past, separating two divisions,
All lost within the colors of sky,
The titian red to the black dye,
He stood there with his stray heart, wondering,
Seeking something, finding something,
He cheated at stargazing to look at the world, to look behind,
Where people drew the lines, where the foolish rules abide,
Scarred from the past, hollow promises of the future,
Where many lived like kings, and others seeking their stardust.

Icarus

Enchained, bruised, yet smiling, he stood on the podium of death,
Gazing into the vast horizons of dust, all eyes fixated on him,
He filled the atmosphere with his aura, the crowd, their cheers, their cries,
For he was at the mercy of the executioner, his masters, and their pretty lies,
His face wore his smile persistently, his head held high, eyes shining,
For he was looking beyond the dungeon dug down his feet,
Flock of gulls carrying the east winds across the horizon,
Amidst their journey, they flew, they grew, they looked one,
He was standing, the stage was set, the podium dug, the rope tightened,
Licking his lips with his tongue, he took a deep breath, the crowd now silent,
Worthless could be his deeds, but his words shook the dust,
“All for one and one for all”, he said, while the heads looked confused,
These crippling words resonated inside each head, inside the winds,
Flowing through his mind were the thoughts of his broken dreams,
He fell like a feather torn apart from the beautiful wings,
About to hang in the air, where he once flew, where once he lived,
His body soft like a feather was about to meet the softer hemp,
But his words, like Hermes, carried his burden, carried his Icarus,
Audience watching his deeds wrapped their hands in embrace,
The dreams were to shatter, the hopes were to be disgraced,
For a feather had fallen, yet the wings stood strong,
Carrying their beliefs, carrying their sudden burial of hopes,
They went across the horizons once more, flying, leaving the feather fallen,
Fallen, hung by the hemp, he was melted amidst his legend,
For dreams, hopes, emotions are shattered, are crippled, are broken,
But All for one and one for all, they need to fly for Icarus to be born.

Yarn of Reminiscence

Sitting among the dead cavaliers, I breathed in the fate,
Apathetic souls searching their human shell,
Looking at the changing realms, I looked at the dusk,
Looking in its eyes, I asked, “Who could live as such?”
Dusk blushed, hiding under her mother’s arms,
I tilted my head, confused, she looked horrendous, yet she had charm,
As the stars grew, mother moon escalated her incorrigible appease,
Transparent bodies flowed around my head, dead born, yet they gleamed,
They told me their names, “Anu”, “Nyx”, “Gaia”, “Enki”, “Manu”,
Vicariously they danced, and told me their tales, I sat, listened, enjoyed, being tyro,
Their tales started the world,
Their dreams followed the human shells laying behind,
Apparitions they were, but I recognised them as gods,
Tales from my forefathers, legends of the titans and their falls,
I knew them all, but they made me laugh, told me the greatest of the tales,
Every inch of my soul was painted, they were everything I was, yet not complete,
I had my shell, they were ripped apart,
They were just empty souls of memories, I had my beating heart,
The night grew, and so slowly died the Mother moon,
Dusk grew to be beautiful like her mother, princess of night, to be soon,
Dawn approached slowly, enchanting the beauty all around,
Blazing, gleaming harder than the ghosts, I was astound,
Slowly, I too felt my heart to beat lesser with Dawn’s approach,
Stars held me together, my memories painted into the constellations,
Princess Dusk held me in her arms, kissed me goodbye,
I could now feel her warmth, clinging to my shell, I cried,
Trying, trying, and trying, I was trying to bring me my human shell,
It nourished the souls with my legends, my memories, my tales,
I was a living legend among constellations,
I was now the fated one, I was the now among the destined ones.

Hallelujah

A baffled, broken king, played his violin,
Sang his lullaby, sang his hallelujah,
Unscathed new moon with the blanket of stars above,
Millions of fireflies jumping, each its own small star on earth,
Ephemeral, they rained, they sang, they lived to surpass stars,
The king played with dignity, watching them, hiding his scars,
Only left with his castle, and his garden of fireflies,
He glazed them into their eyes, for them to fall,
Lost, broken, alone, he led his little stars to challenge the moon,
He made the rain dance with winds, sun to bring in the dawn,
On top of his castle, he stood, with his hilt in his hand,
He watched the zenith appearing from distance,
Hugged his victory, hugged his violin,
He sang his hallelujah, he bid goodbye to the stars, to the fireflies,
Resonating was the world to his voice,
Moon clapped the stars away,
He bowed to the universe, bowed to his victory,
Hugged his enemy, caressed his cheeks,
The world was his, shattered winds, burned ashes,
Dulled fireflies, crushed dusted meteors, all fallen, and his knees week,
He pulled close his violin, he played his song,
Closing his eyes, he let a breath away singing his hallelujah,
As the dawn roared, his voice resonated inside the universe,
The stars cried, the fallen bodies cried, the wind sang his hallelujah

Silent Thoughts

In this room of silence, I sit quietly watching people read,
Mustering some knowledge, rattling with emotions,
My head speaking some language, thoughts rambling around,
I just want to feel, feel what others are able to feel, real love, real pain,
This room is screaming thoughts and emotions,
Where words, thoughts and reality meet hand in hand,
Like a chain reaction, thoughts shaping the reality,
Words form these thoughts, and new realms are open possibilities,
This kingdom of dirt, resting within moments,
I plead to feel all these emotions,
You couldn’t understand this ever, as it’s all in my head,
But I would find a way, to understand what you feel,
This castle of bones and thorns, I live within,
I remember everything, memories down the lane,
But these feelings are at my whim’s way,
Snatching away my smile, taking away my tears,
I wish to share, wish to absorb and learn,
Everyone I know, is just my imagination,
Numb, unmoving, trembling, but breathing,
Watching me, even listening, but not feeling,
In this room of silence where thoughts are born, emotions are risen,
I sit and watch but unable to befriend these emotions, unable to feel the broken thoughts.

True Lies

Cold empty chairs on the empty table, he showed me,
Boxing awaiting candles, and unopened wine, he weeps,
“Son”, he says, “Even after losing a leg, I stand strong and proud”,
Kept himself sitting in the wheelchair, heart beating so profound,
With smile on his lips, and tears in his eyes,
He told me all about the haunting true lies,
Dusted glasses, creased maps, pictures safe from the time,
He told me about his brethren, about his brothers and child,
“I was saved from the redemption, saved for salvation,
This is where we last met alive, where we stood on our legs, with heads high,
Now, they stay six feet under this very room, under this very table,
Where I intend them to join, where I buried them with my bare hands”
He told me all, and showed me his plan, showed me the smiles of his brothers,
And sang me their revolution, drew me into his past of smothers,
They were convicted as vigilante for society, and soldiers for the poor,
For people from the gutter, from people with no one to share,
They were mistaken for foes, and named “Dangerous Barricades”,
They fought together, sang, drank and danced, but he couldn’t die with them,
“Heroes”, that’s what the winners called themselves,
He cried, not for the lack of a leg, but the loss of his brethren,
Humanity was what they fought for, and lost in the end,
“Protection”, “Honor”, “Pride”, “Safety”, and “Respect”,
These chants, they used in the opposition, to cast their spells,
He told me how “True Lies” won in the end, and nobody saw the bigger picture,
“We were casted from our castles, and taken our lives away,
Now, I sit here, with you, my son, and these empty chairs,
I sit with the phantoms of my brothers laying down the room,
Sleeping under the table, rejoicing in the heaven, where I join them”
He left, sleeping calmly, in that wheelchair,
And I warmed the empty cold chair in the empty table.

Passenger Cab Ride

Warming my arms, I sat next to my shadow,
Thinking, watching life running outside the window,
Being the passenger, I smiled and waved goodbye,
Asking the driver, to listen and ply,
Looking through the mirror, his eyes met mine,
I asked him to slow, to enjoy, to cherish, to smile,
He, smiled softly, yet fake through his wrinkled cheeks,
 I ignored, watching my shadow play with sunbeams,
It burned, healed, danced, camped with silhouettes,
Dawn as well as dusk befriended, together, they enjoyed,
Chuckled the white pale wrinkled lips, I looked upto the mirror,
Surprise to me, as he was warm yet cold, as if living yet withered,
He laughed at shadow and its playfulness, while he paced,
Rushing to reach the destination, I wanted to enjoy, but he wanted to haste,
 I couldn’t steer, sitting in the back of this passenger cab,
I was the passenger, and he, just some wrinkles on face,
“Cracks from experience”, he told me,
But, I didn’t understand and kept watching,
“At this age, where my destination collides with yours,
Haste is my answer, and silently captivating is yours,
While your shadow screams for you, and lives for you”,
He said it all, I sat there clueless, watching into the mirror of dew,
As dew covered it, his fake smile kept me glued my eyes onto his,
And, he listened to me once, silently, we reached,
My shadow, vanished, and he waited for me to deboard,
Silently, his wrinkles increased slightly,
Silently, he smiled once more, fake yet warmly.