THE TYPICAL HE

he is the one who solves linear algebra,
color coded nonsense of the electrical paranoia;
He makes sheets of beauty,
Hoping to make a mark in the history,

The strength of steel caused him pain;
Learns that it is more elastic than the brain,
The factor of safety drove him aloof,
The escapist "Him" found a new queue.

Every race is a battle won,
Hardly a few that stay his own,
Lost in the tranquility of time study;
Every relation is just a mere folly.
Every binary seemed to be crappy coded,
Faded, degraded and obviously hated.

He kept on solving everything,
Because he had a race to win.
His ascent is getting higher.
And now he aspires to be a bigger liar.
The one who earns for the Americans,
Even though his country goes haywire.

Now that he rises higher,
I beg to ask everyone;
Is he the "only one".

The unending Lust

Call it a day
or call it a life
Its a given virtue that thrives
In a dreaded night
i tread like a nocturnal bird
The wings shaken by the winds
Which pierces like a knife

Is it the glory that gives me life
Or is it a mere strategy to stay alive
Now all that i dreaded is kept aside
I seek a new life
of wellness and full of pride
May be that I want too much now
But wanting I heard is called life.

transcend '10

on a wintry December night
many friends reminds of the past
a prelude to the future
or a dark incessant past...

life that has come to a standstill...
is far to be fetched and pushed..
a lingered glory of the own...
fated to be called life...

cashless we went to some "corner"' dark
called up the man we loved the most...
the man woke up and handed a bottle bleak...
some brand which mean nothing to us...

there we sat on some province...
a utopia of the realm that hardly exist...
guzzled till the last drop..
and told that we have a "8 am class"...

forced ourselves back to our dens...
the one we used to call hostels...
all that was left with us...
a sturdy debt of 400 bucks...

now that the day ceases...
sunlight filled all our rooms...
the 8 am class proxied...
and so we went to some 'corner" dark...

now on a wintry december night...
"outlooks" that have "excelled" our lives....
friends sitting at some distant places...
aloof and destined to be right....

I remember the debt that left unpaid...
now i chant hymns of the sacred past...
boast that we were the one who conquered the world...
left betrayed and lonely to curse our lives...

i have the cash and have the corner too
but dont have the friends rite...
no point lamenting about what we did..
its our sins that make our deeds....

on a wintry December night...
i remember of the transcend that we had...
may be some us who live my past...
but i am aloof, alone and waiting for the light....

on a wintry decmember night...
i remember my past....

3 sheets to the wind..

The monday has again dawned..
To the leave a note in my life...
i need to get back to the fight again..
Just to get lost in the herd...

My romance with you continues..
The mighty dream of the night..
would erode my reality...
My soul being degraded to a miserable plight..

My romance with you gets browner..
And now that I have thrown..
Three sheets of the winds..
I wonder how the days have changed..

To the poetic description of a beggars past..
I wonder the warmth of your sip..
The night has never been so lonely..
As I sip the last few drops..

the pleasure that you leave is surreal..
And the ideas that you generate are idiotic..
Still I seek your graceful help...
On every weekend night...

Oh your smell is intoxicating ...
and the thoughts that you generate
are truly intoxicating...
To blasphemy in which i ponder..
to the country of utopia in wonder..
as a vagrant gypsy soul...
amid a thousand stars..
you are the one ...
who give me peace and  pleasure..

Your Godly powers prompt me to write
About friends, family and life..
To love I lost and to the future
which I never saw bright..

You make me to paint..
and to think Like a star..
like a man who hardly cares..
Like a guitar which lost its cadence..
Among a thousand foul players..

I wish you had more to offer..
Than just the thoughts...
Like a reformist who is born..
Every day and every night...

The intoxication rises higher...
I exist like a nonchalant being..
I raise my glass for getting more...
All I say cheers and start afresh..
Though three sheets of the wind I am..

Confessions of a candid love!!

Valentine Day is drawing near.Never actually knew what a Rose day was until greeted by a boy. I never had the privilege  of falling in love. The narrated events are not at all fictitious and resemblance to any character I met in my life would be purely intentional.

Class Nine:Location Agartala: "Love is always certain, its the life that is ambiguous"
In India C stands for Cricket. Some match in some school was always remembered for the antics and the heroics of of a person-atleast who remembers it the most.. A catch already dropped and the score is daunting to say the least.. the team is in torments and the score is Herculean..A new entrant to the school steps up and plays one of the most unbelievable knock in his memory.. Well it might seem so absurd as to why a amateur writer is telling such a story, but everything my dear happens for a reason and you dont require a Danny Boyle to make a Slumdog Millionaire to say "May be its Destiny"..Arguably the most beautiful girl comes upto him says"well played"... candid isnt it.. no "man of the match" or what a knock cannot describe the pleasure of someone being applauded personally by his school crush...I met him a few days ago and its still engraved in his memory like a freshly minted coin... and perhaps will never fade....Whats the fate of the story.Its been 8 long years that he has seen the girl and may be he has forgotten her face too...

Class Twelve: Location Silchar: "Love Comes all in a sudden and disappears faster too"
Everybody in the world is running a rat race.. Some fighting it as a downtrodden hero...seeking some oxygen beneath the clumsy array of results and some as a trailblazer leaving others to follow his foolish footsteps...AIEEE counseling rather "selling" which brain would be sold to which NIT for the next four years.. and then to some MNC at a very nominal price.. Everyone standing in the queue is wondering about placements...as to what value he would be auctioned at a very near future.. A girl passed by and asked as to what he has filled in as choices..Like a downtrodden hero and no regrets meant he replied candidly "Silchar and rest follows".. she smiled back and said cmmon u dont look dumb that u have only silchar left as ur option.. He said "Lets see placements are good atleast for the branch I filled in"..She left with a smile never to be seen again in a bus stop in Pune...both brains auctioned at almost the same price... and both happy with their achievements in college....The meet in Pune left the dumber one bewildered as he saw her hunk boyfriend escorting her...

College 2nd semester: Location Silchar:"Love is a balance sheet, depends on what you spend and what you get in return"
Valentine day is far away.. Silchar sheds the blanket of warmth and welcomes you with a freezing winter...No bath for 3 consecutive days and water being scarce a major reason.. He wonders as to how his life has changed... Room all smoky with a glass of ice chilled whiskey.. Enters his roommate with his typical annoying but loved voice.. asks him can he share the light... He too is drunk as always and he blatantly says "Pyaar us chidiya ka naam hai.. jo udne se jyaada phadphadati hai" ... both of them laugh..  and sip the lees of the glass...He has a 2 rupee munch which he saved from the last nights birthday bash,....He pleads "please give it to some girl X.. and says ur my best frnd.. never let this secret disclose.." The next morning class he says.. job accomplished... and she accepted that... Till date the secret is shared between two of the friends.. One resides in a idiotic world other still in his world of utopia...

Class Tenth : Location Delhi AIIMS : "Whether you get love is immaterial.. The love that you give is all that matters"..
Ward no 6, Isolation, Time 2.30 PM.. The delhi sun scorches down...The always busy AIIMS looks as if it is some banquet hall deserted to him...The event was set long before the boy has seen "A walk to remember"... She gasps her few final breaths... She is a patient of Mylegenous Leukemia... a very rare form of blood cancer.. He laughs and says ur too young to die... she says yeah i know that "but this bloody pepsi claimed my life"... He jsut rubs her hand with his family member crying beside all waiting for that ultimate moment when she passes by ... She says "Why do u come from such a long distance... I dont love you at all and look at you.. you ugly looking fat guy.." he says"just to see you is all that matters"... she blinks her eyes and says "I hardly know you"..He stands beside her and cries torrentially... She passes away just to leave a faint memory of what has been a journey of just knowing each other and knowing as if you love her for ever... Beside her body the boy stands bewildered as he would never know their brief but a meet of a lifetime would fetch a destiny..and the wait will be eternal and highly frustrating...

At this juncture when everybody stands at crossroads of seeing a beautiful future and discovering their cherished moments of love... I wonder... "Love is just so common and love storys are hardly different"... Night will sleep and a new day will awake... just to make me realize any resemblance to this story is merely a work of fiction... 

Dreams of a desperate soul!!!

Like the Hendrix plays the Guitar..
I want to shoot it like a star..
To distance azure..I traveled light years..
Tiered and bored of proving myself..
To the dirty and abysmal  world..

I want to drive a Mercedes..
Drink the most costliest Wine..
Lay in the beds of the wonderland..
With arms stretched far and wide...

The wrecks of the ship which i rode...
Are now the remnant of the past..
I jingle the tales of the life...
However hard they are...

Seems like a unending lust..
But its what you get..
Is what you deserve..
May be I was born to slog..
And die like one..

Life is a board of chess..
And myself a very small pawn..
May be my destiny holds no dream..
So I get desperate ..
to at least achieve some..