Of Love and War

The road will be rough and the load will be tough, but I will conquer

The world will be harsh and the sky will throw burden, but I will conquer

With you in my arms, defying all the laws, I will conquer

The mind will be walloped and the heart might follow, but I will conquer

Our blood will defy and the soul will let down, but I will conquer

With you in my arms, singing classic songs, I will conquer

Illusions of present are bearding the vision, but I will conquer

In the mud of opinions my feet struggle to propel, but I will conquer

With your hand in my hand and your inhibited glands, I will conquer

A part of my own is holding me back, but I will conquer

The whole of you stands stirred by the blues, but I will conquer

With you in my heart, for the promises of yore, I will conquer

The praises would go and hatred would grow, but I will conquer

The society would recluse and the love would refuse, but I will conquer

And the drama will end in blood and pain, I will conquer

World, how we be?

Evil despises the introvert
Charm scorns the good
A lil boy with a heart of gold
The desire for gems in perfect world
A lil boy, handful of coal

Beauty hates the absence
Of vanity and pride
A modest girl with sky blue eyes
Travelled for love, travelled for miles
A lovely girl, betrayed by lies

-No coming back-

About to jump into the sea
And you keep coming back to me
Thought I keep waiting for your smile
Who gives a damn I got so much on my mind

Feelings are like sulfur
You burn them for the blues
And it’s gone up to the sky
There’s no coming back to you

She is just great

Love the whiskey
She pours me in
And the high she’s fond of
As she fixes my drink

Love the grump 
I’m endorsed to throw
Yet she is enraptured 
It only grows

Like the blanket 
My arms would be
Bedazzled she remains
In the shelter she would sleep

Love the magnificent
It would rest in her eyes
While she’s smitten 
My petty feats and lies

It’s all a dream as we are today
I am just good and she is just great

Current global government debt →

Sigh..

we are most alive in dreams: Coming Home →

wearemostaliveindreams:

I write about people just enough to feel human. To feel as though I belong to something bigger than myself. To pretend I know the dirty little secrets that everyone keeps stitched in the lining of their skin.

But maybe we all read our own press too much. Or don’t press enough. Don’t squeeze and…

Home is where the brain isnt!

By the lover’s lake

She’s a spotless canvas
Me, the kid with a paintbrush
Neither the blues of sorrow
Nor a red of despise
For our arms and those moments
The candescent white

Oh, the peace we’d find there
The only place that’s right

Shes a spotless canvas
I am some kid with my paintbrush
Grime her with my emotions
Dark and bright, as I wish as I like
Yet, she would please me with her smile
Change the texture, make things fine

Oh, the peace we’d find there
The only place that’s right

Luminescent trees

And there were bulbs growing on trees
Soak ‘em in dusk for light
And sunrise could put them to sleep

Yes it’s all automatic
Put some hours in the slot
And the world turns around
To show us this trick

Once in a while, a flower would die
But the governments will bring it back to life
And sunrise would put them to sleep

Click details: Nariman Point, Mumbai, Winter Evening.
Oh the always so surreal Nariman Point. It stinks of success though.