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