Last day of the year....still pondering what new came to life and what next coming..thousands of new people on the road i travel and leaving hundreds of them at every junctions , i get millions of new views of everyone's psychology which makes me a silent observer...sometimes the old roads cross and i find some known faces undergoing age long changes but though it feels good to see the familiar faces again...sometimes i recall once familiar faces but fail to paint them as we both have travelled light years apart... hundreds of new faces waiting for the year ahead....and ready to be lost again..thanks to the people that have travelled the most with me along this predefined path... but their travelling can be attributed to the road taken rather then the companion taken... NEWAYZ THIS YEAR DEDICATED TO ALL THE LOST FACES IN THE MEMORY LANE

carry me with the stream that once flowed
don’t want to be a silt in the dying river
let me swim again across my destiny

Beyond the mist
nature god hides
floating amongst the cloud
in search for mystifying world
there lays the spiritual heaven...

slowly n slowly I wonder that..... In times of desperation..... the past shines better.....n the present fumes with rage... only d future bears d hope....all irony ...too hard to percept....

In the darkest of dark corners I have locked the ashes of my soul Pure and serene it exists Out of reach of the stagnant civilization blissful thoughts cultivates every passing second with no physical unholy influence to pollute I am ready to shed my mortal shell

AT TIMES ITS BETTER TO STOP THINKING
AND LET THE PASSAGE PASS IN HARMONY

AT TIMES ITS NECESSARY TO KILL THE PAST AND FUTURE
FOR IT RUN THE RISK POISONING THE PRESENT

AT TIMES SILENCE IS YOUR TRUE COMPANION
FOR NOTHING MEANS MUCH THEN TO BE NUMB

Finally I meditate in thy monastery of silence
thousands of miles above on the snowy peak
with my conscious as my lone guide
burning away my egocentric material skin
I gift the ashes to the world
store them in the cemetery of mortal voices
for I shall return once my quest is complete
 

Now I reside on my comfy nest
on the branches of my treasured poetry
with words they hang and fall
like leaves jeweled in woods so tall
by the gloomy lines of conscious verse
i shield my skin from chaotic surround
purblind, hypnotic I shelter in thy green
chased by memoirs of thy torched inn

Sometimes I miss the child within me... he emerges in the lonely hours shy among all the matured...often he laughs for the person I pretend to be.....and he whispers, "My brain was vacant, my pocket was empty but nothing made me gloomy

All my core is now a frozen sea...where dead neurons locked in its voids... everyday I cry for stagnant ice to crumble...so let some sun pour its warmth...and let my core loose again in the mighty ocean....

As time flowed before my eyes like a divine stream
I sat numb on its bank, mesmerized hypnotized
until what left was merely the remains, the sands
oh an era passed and I was still in the dreams
all i hear now the winds of an eternal void
as if a part of me is lost, and by nothing it would fill

Nice click, awe sum look, gorgeous, u look pretty, nice smile....oxford is running out of adjectives...top view, front view, side view, sectional view(!)....all possible details covered...now will u please accept that u r aw sum and gods beautiful gift to earth and start uploading only those photos which are really a portrait of memory...a moment of utter happiness to be captured essentially for future recognizance..

Settling down in life is such an ironical term....its like the temptation of adam n eve to eat the apple in the garden of eden...only after having that fruit they realize that they are now fallen angels.....temptation should remain as temptation...aim should remain as aim...dream should remain as dream...because when people think that something is their destiny...and they should settle...there is nothing left....n empty vacant space...light years to travel...but nothing to be found...

I see u my friend on other side of d railway crossing....seconds to meet by...and you cross by ....I see u my friend once part of d same river but now we flow along different tributaries....but m I prisoner of memory...and there you sit on the memory lane....to all d lost friends with a hope of meeting u again...

The days that are no more
but their soul dances in chaos
hundred sleeping pills i take
to skip the venom beneath the nectar syrup
still i hallucinate to the ancient history
once young green leaves standing high
Now the smokes in some distant street
what are these things-the memories
a non degradable substance

---my lucid thoughts

Marketed love tailor made emotions
Absconding God’s vacant temples
Corrupted sociality’s masked gatekeepers
Immoral Intellectual’s moral lectures
Self proclaimed celebrities selfish selfies
Concrete hearts in concrete floors
What I am never to be bothered
What you are is all to be bothered
Think deep you get crushed
Think nothing you die like dust

 : Your Stagnant postulates shall be crushed by Storms of change :

Hypocrisy has engulfed the earth rotting it from the core with smells of decaying egoism, self proclaimed superiority,pseudo intellectualism .The modern man seems to understand all human psychology and string them together with his preconceived ideas postulated on the basis of observation that concerned on that particular era , circumstance , environment or people and ignoring the origin of all ideas. An intellectualism claiming dictatorship over every independent creativity and free thinking. The Priest telling Megallen not to go beyond the horizon or he shall fall from the earth. No! you were wrong Mr. Priest cause you did not have the heart that Lord gave you to see his creation in meditation or your heart may have been buried deep down in the gutters of supreme knowledge imprinted on you by your predecessors .You Dictators and guards of humanity  proclaimed freedom and the next day you lay fences and mines for any free soul should wander, he must be summoned and judged by the theories from your preconceived books of humanity and with each century you conspired with your diabolical mind to create the master morality and slave morality. Anyone who does not belong to either class or has the free will to think on those ‘not to think lines’ shall has to be tortured with instruments called the society where only extremities exist, either good or evil and where judgements are passed in a second not by logic but by power of the majority and designed carefully to grind the brain till all heavenly theories propagated by the master morality are imprinted like a programme that runs in loops and then they shall throw you on the cages of slave class. The slave class that has always ensured master morality should remain unquestioned as the very existence of all their ideas of happiness and emotion depends on the theories postulated by their master class. But the earth, the universe laughs silently on arrogance of mankind who does not have the idea of how the stream of time have eroded all out of time stagnant ideas for its must breed changes.Only that lasts are innocent smiles that spoke of every creation, the unjudgemental conversation communicated from the heart, the eyes that silently gazed on the mountains mesmerized by the mighty creation.And the man thought how grain size his existence have been in front of the creation and its phenomenon.  You the proclaimed dictators! Your programmes shall be eroded, your intellectualism will be burnt , you moral preachings will be washed  away and someday you shall be traped in your own stagnant ideas.Lord told you to flow in time and scatter what you gained on barren valleys and sow the seeds of change, a change that embraces the new and old .But alas ! to flow in time you have long left the boat of heart and its now pitch dark to be found again. You are to leave for those who escaped your conspiracy and went to the forbidden lands .But don’t you worry for you shall not be burnt in hell but dumped straight into public sewerage where some slaves created by you shall be looking at you strangely judging you on the theories postulated in your marketed book of humanity and he shall run the programmes imprinted where you will just be stinking insane person on the gutters as his output.

I see you my brothers

Once we were frozen together

On the womb of the mighty glacier

Prepared to flow in the streams of time

Through the whistling woods

Down the narrow valleys

Striking hard on the rocks

The rock of circumstances

There you disappeared my brothers

Onto some mysterious paths

Here I am now on the river of societies

I ain’t transparent now

Musk of dirt surrounds me

And I can’t see straight and clear

But sometimes the mountain breeze

Passes silently stroking my hair gently

Sharing love of my long lost brothers

Love that fore ever hover in the spectra

And we all shall finally dance

In the gigantic ocean

Waiting for turn to jump in sky

Relieved of dirt and sins

To fall like rain crystal and clear

Or glide as snow on to the mother glacier