Stranger as my own….. 

As he settled for everything that wasn’t his own,
All his dreams, desires and wishes,
Died a bitter death,
Choked, mutilated and starving,
Were they left,
While he told himself,
Maybe it’s for the best,
And made them his own,
The world assured,
Gave him the reasons,
And he caved in,
Until the day,
His heart couldn’t take no more,
It’s a risky choice,
They said,
As he left the stranger he had made his own,
And ventured into the night,
With nothing but hope,
Few family, maybe some friends,
And he took on the mighty Hill,
Not as an enemy,
But an ideal yet to achieve,
Maybe I fail,
Maybe I win,
Maybe I die trying,
He told the world,
As the world mocked his legs,
His figure, his brains,
But shall I sleep with dreams,
Of the things I saw,
The things I felt,
Onto the ride,
That felt my own…..

Faces..

I am strong because I was weak. 
I know what’s loyalty because I was betrayed. 
I don’t care because once I had cared too much. 
I am silent now because the words that came out were often misinterpreted. 
I don’t wear clothes that are clean.
I have made mistakes, grave mistakes that shattered me, my image, my ego.

Choice is yours.

It’s a delusional world,  you see. We tend to be attracted towards the ones who ignore us, loyalty, faith, belief have been made cheap, disgusting by people who very proudly say they are the harbingers of love. 
What is love? 
Singing, dancing, romanticising is it love
Or is it something more deep, something more divine. 
All, including me, you, are hypocrites. We wear faces, masks that cover the one face we don’t show to anyone, falsely accusing anyone who crosses our ways. Because it is easy to accuse, get done with the responsibilities and oh yes,  wear a mask so that the entire universe sympathizes with you, glooming over the fact that you have been a victim of an attack. But, the real face, the one you haven’t shown to anyone, yes that one, it is the one true you. 
I admit today I am not happy with what my that face has shown me. The past, the many devious concoctions. But yes, I am ready to improve, ready to let go off everything to start afresh, build new foundations for the future. We were made to make mistakes, mistakes that taught us that fire should not be played with, that a bleeding wound needs to be looked at or else you will be infected, that throwing a stone at the sky will hit you back, sometime.
 
Yes, I am ready to show my face to the world. 

The question is, are you….? 

The Child in our……..

The Child in us that demands a desperate attention. 

Read through these lines, I hope you smile till the very end.  

Wind the horse,
Pull a chair,
The Party is to stay,
Dolls, houses and their mates,
Mrs. Little what a grey,
Whoosh goes the car,
Watch out, there comes the mighty bar,
I saved the world today,
Empty that tumbler in a sway,
Here comes a flying rocket,
Let it land in my pocket,
Wind the man,
Push a bear,
My house is in disarray,
Pinky promises, clips and jars,
Mr. Haver what a snare,
Round goes the merry,
Sweetest of all that cherry,
My tongue is blue,
Mine is gone,
Yay! I have a new pair,
Fill the air,
Bake the cake,
Hurrah! I am 5,
Can I drive?
Stitches and burn,
A holiday in the bed,
Who is the strongest of them all,
Take the case,
Never be late,
Mr. Grey what a pace,
Houses of bricks,
Cars of expense,
Everything here is so damm extense,
I miss those days,
Money was paper,
Happiness came in sweeter,
Roads were our runaways,
Home was our hanger,
She came and hugged me,
Papa do you wanna play?
Whoosh goes the car,
Run! Run! I am teethy far,
Child, child, man and man,
Shouldn’t we running,
After things not here in the far…….

It started that day….

It all started that day,
Sitting by the Stream,
I had a dream,
I was a King of the places away,
Silent as the night,
I was to create,
A world with a mead,
Buildings were not so high,
People were not so shy,
Dreams had once Breathed,
My road is not your ride,
It all started that day,
World is a piece of disarray,
I cried,
I cursed,
I had lost all my verse,
My world is dying,
I was a ride without a brake,
Twists and turns,
Highs and lows,
People and days,
I passed,
Run along told me the roar,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a glimpse,
Glimpse of the hoary past,
That stood behind me,
Held me,
Laughed, pierced through my skin,
Why do hurt me?
You are just like them,
They cringe, they shriek,
They stab the ones to whom they swear,
They laugh, they kill, 
All they do is breed sins,
Give me a chance is what I ask,
But how can I,
I am what you was,
I closed my eyes,
Let me sleep,
Dreams are just a escape,
Let me wake with a high so high,
Let me help you go deep in the night,
Let me give you a coffin to sleep,
Mark your grave with a stone of mine,
Don’t forget me when I go deep in the dark,
Remember me who was you in times not so new,
I will be your light when you go down,
Let no one bring me back to life,
Some people are better under the soil,
I had slept over the buried past,
Someone shook my head,
I had waken up to shining day,
Who are you, I rubbed my eyes,
I will be you what you desire,
I took his hands and took his clothes,
Let us make you what I am,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a dream…..