Faithfully yours.

 

A million things I want to say,

But When I do not find a way ,

I pen down it all on a blank piece of paper,

And it happens to take the form of a letter;

I don’t know whom to send it to,

I feel giddy, Having no clue what to do..

I read it aloud to myself then,

Fold it back, and place it under the pen;

I look at the blank envelope on the bed,

Its ugly, It was supposed to be addressed!

i reach for the letter and open it again,

We don't give up, right? We are men;

I Write down something about the pain ,

Of the envelope not bearing a name;

I smile to myself when I realise,

The envelope still lies blank,  in front of my eyes;

But I decide to finish what I started,

It deserves an end, an effort that was whole-hearted.

I don't write anything more,

Am blank as the envelope, to the core;

But something inside heavily pours,

As I sign it off - Faithfully Yours!

Sabse peeche hum khadey !

[ DISCLAIMER- This article is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person- living or dead.. :) ]

Life's been a race for us all, from the moment we opened our eyes.
And we've been racing, aimlessly, leaving behind all hues and cries..
Few amongst us are born racers, I was lucky I was one..
But long before I could finish the race, My sprint was done..
I had been racing really fast, to the joy of some, envy of the rest..
Until one day, I felt, I had done it all, I was the best!
What followed was my decision to retire from the field,
Yes, I had thought well over it, the decision was sealed..

What an experience it was, Life sans the race part,
Peaceful, jovial, and serene, if not street smart..
For I dumped the racers, and settled down with people who seemed more humane,
I termed them as friends, this whole friendship thing was driving me insane,
For I had spent all my life chasing one goal after another,
Crushing anyone who came in my way, without thinking any further..

But now, The chasing boy , had grown into a retired man,
And the desire to excel , gave way to a broader game plan..
I set out to meet people, watch them emote, hear them speak,
To see if Life was all about the race, or something out of the league?
That was where life actually started for me, As I kept growing wiser,
And there was no question left, for which I didn't have an answer. .
The only truth worth mentioning that I uncovered was that,
Life is only a race, and all humans meagre racers, nothing beyond that..

I made up my mind to resume the race from where I had left it,
Heh.. But life gives no second chance to mice, and men who quit..
Alas.. I had no other choice but to sink into my arm-chair..
Enjoy whatever was left for me , in life, Even if i didn't find it fair..
I termed this part of my life, as joblessness.. And learned to live with it..
Showed the middle finger to the Creator, who thought I was finished, I had quit..
I have had my own fair share of reasons, to enjoy this life the way I wanted to,
They came scattered in phases, and One of them , my friend, was you!

Someday, If you happen to take a break from the race you've been running,
and you need to share your success-tales with, some known harmless being..
You might not find him around, Just cut through the crowd..
An old Silk Route song shall guide you through, playing out loud..
Persuading you to chuck out the crowd, and leave aside the race for a day ,
If you find yourself lost, You'll find your way, when you hear a voice say,
" Duniya ki iss bheed mein , Sabse peeche hum khadey"..

It's dying !

The winds have gone crazy..
The clouds are making up for the delay,
The town's plunged into darkness..
It's all dead and gloomy, to my dismay..

Rendered absolutely jobless by the climate,
I get down to the one thing I am anyday good at,
Refuelling my system with its daily doses ,
Examining the surrounding void, trying to adapt;

I sit here, cluelessly emptying cups of tea ,
and thrashing burnt butts onto the ground;
my gaze gets stuck at a lesser being,
silently staring at me, against the wind's whirling sound,

It’s melting down , even as others are shivering,
Heavy drops roll down it’s cheeks, They look like tears..
It’s almost half dead, and will survive only the next few minutes,
I could see its pale yellow face, Battered by burns and wrinkled by fears..

The tears it sheds, freeze midway on it’s body,
It burns a little more to sublime them away,
It’s fighting tirelessly to destroy all darkness and pain,
I appreciate your effort, I must say..

But its end is approaching near,
The flame that symbolized life is now flickering low,
As if begging me to cover it up from the winds,
And let it have a peaceful death, one that is painless and slow..

Am sitting still, as if under a spell,
I can’t move my hands, and help it out..
But I won’t let it die an untimely death,
But what can I do, I can’t even shout..

Once the flame goes out, it shall be replaced,
By another candle, and there shall again be light;
This is the logic behind this world,
But how would I forget this sight ?

If there was ever a commitment I made,
This was it mate, trust me, am not lying;
Someone help it out,
This flame is dying!
I can work wonders at times,
But I don’t know why am I not even trying,
Or maybe, I just got my common sense back,
It says ‘everything’s made to be broken’, very true,
But the conscience inside still screams-
To hell with crying angels and men flying,
Do something about it Lord, This flame is dying!!

Chasing Peace..

The creator's genius sometimes leaves me amazed,

A world working just fine, 

Humans struggling for existence, just like the lesser forms,

Life, arguably, is a seasoned Vintage wine..

After an entire day's struggle,

When I make myself comfortable in the balcony,

A can of beer in one hand, a joint in the other,

Following futile thinking, comes forth an irony..

The dope slowly takes control of my senses,

Forcing me into a state of temporary bliss...

Concealing ,the wannabe perfectionist in me, deep inside,

Exposing the imperfect man that hides underneath..

Into this trance, when I slowly dissolve,

With Barrett and his gang playing in the background..

You come to me  dressed all white,

Spreading ripples of eternity all around..

The struggling world seems a hallucination.

everything seems so quiet , serene and perfect..

This is where i would forever be..

This is life, you bet!

I love the way you smile innocently at me, 

and then lose yourself in my arms..

And I love the way it feels, 

when I run my fingers through your hair..

The world just ceases to exist ..

All the time I hold you near..

The night seems like eternity with you in my arms..

Looking into your eyes, Am freed of all pain..

Time ticks by without getting noticed,

The cell keeps ringing intermittently in vain..

But then, I suddenly find you melting away..

Subliming into the thin air that smells of grass..

Eternity fading away, the struggle sinking in..

Flloyd sounding like cacophonic crass..

I hit reality.. My cannabinoids and neurons have started reviving,

Forcing me to quit this utopia whose end was predictably near..

And get back to the struggle..

To get up and roll some joints and look for some more beer..

This is life, The place where you sweat it out..

Struggling all your way to the day of judgement..

But Can't we steal a moment or two , and  make it happen, 

The way it once was, I've grown tired of this prolonged predicament..

Why is the struggle still on, I've no clue..

Probably it's fate..

But Do bring me peace someday, For even today,

The last peg always goes in your name! Cheers mate! 

The night has a story to tell..

Through the window ,
I gaze at the night sky..
I didn't bother to do that for a while now..
And tonight I regret , Why!

I wonder what does it try to hide
behind that veil of darkness..
Speak out your heart , Am your friend..
It's dead silent, no matter how hard I press..

But the still air whispered something into my ears
Behind the veil, it hides it's tears..
But why, why would the night cry?
It longs for light, to get rid of the dark sky..

After an entire day of struggle and chase..
The night brings you peace so that you can close your eyes..
And wander into your world of dreams..
As the night itself silently cries..

For it has been cursed by the Lords..
To forever be devoid of light ..
It shall continue to exist in pure darkness and be aggrieved..
by the moon and the stars that shine gleefully during the night..

The night has a painful story to tell..
But You won't bother to listen..
For it lacks the lustre and the glory..
To grab your attention..

But my friend, I sit here admiring you..
I am well aware of the pain you have always been through..
I can't possibly change your fate..
But after each sunset, I shall listen to you..

You can share all your pain and grief with me..
I will let you be what you always wanted to..
No life can be perfect, but we still can try..
Smile now my friend, I want to see a smiling you..

In the flash of a moment, I could feel the air whirling..
The stars twinkling brighter than ever before..
An enhanced moonlight covers the entire view outside..
I couldnt really have asked for more..

I couldnt see it but I could definitely feel..
The night was smiling , smiling for me..
My job was done.. The night had overcome ..
The curse of the darkness , which was supposed to be..

There are no hard and fast rules in this world..
The creator was too tired to look after such small details..
Things can change.. So, can people..
So don't give up, even if your coach derails..

Give it sometime.. And trust me, it shall change for good..
Bad times in life are only phases..
They will pass and lead to the one..
Where there would only be smiles on our faces..

So enjoy the night..
Dont curse the darkness either..
Everything in life has it's own worth..
Dispose your doubts into the seether..

Go out and look up into the sky..
Do you feel something different?
Yeah.. The night is smiling for you ..
It's smiling even though it's all pitch black ..
Help it's cause and just smile back..
You have heard legends about light..
But you missed the unsung stories of the night..
You never cared perhaps, but well..
Each Night had a story to tell..

We - The Men !

God gives u reasons to be proud of,
and am no exception..
Thank you god.. for making me a man..
Who can fulfill each word of the definition..


I know you were always skeptical
about creating me and my likes..
You made the mistake , but don't bother..
We are not just about daggers and spikes..


I've heard that an island never cries
And a rock has no pain..
Thats why their names get lost in the ashes of time..
For, without tears and pain, there surely is no gain..


We men, give limits their new records,
We set new standards, new examples to follow..
we set the world in motion, set the time rolling,
This meniality is within, sorry you cant borrow..


U test me , so many times..
Every day, every hour, every min, every second..
Never mind.. I know u envy me..
Coz you still seek the power to mend..


Mend up things the way i can,
Relations, disputes, doubts. huh thats an endless list..
Nothing is beyond my reach, its just that i dont care ..
Forget the lines u engraved on my hands.. Check out my fist!


I , am the one..
Who u didnt wish to create..
But such was the passion somewhere inside of me..
You failed to write my fate.


Am the ruler of my destiny..
The Man you feared will one day rock ur throne.
heh.. sit there at ease.. i wont..
Had i wanted so, it was as easy for me as kicking a roadside stone..


So all the men out there, cheers to you..
From this brother in arms of you..
We shall continue to make life what it is supposed to be..
life that is life, and to this ignorant world, something new..


We men are wretched things, Achilles said ..
yeah u were right my friend..
But lets talk more about that when i meet you..
After I close my eyes.. at the Styx's end..

She who must not be named !

There, amidst the crowd, stood before me..

she who must not be named..

But she did something for which..

its only me who has to be blamed..

My heart skipped a beat ..

when she came up on the dias..

the one-of-a-kind stunning smile..

The inncocent beauty without any bias..

I wish she could feel it in the air,

and turn around to appreciate..

the innocent admiration in my eyes...

thats never gonna depreciate..

She was gone, before i cud even realise,

everything I wanted to said..

got tucked in some deep pocket of my heart.

Wish she cud be by my side, on this path that i  tread..

Life was good even wihtout her but,

It was difficult to get her out of my mind..

She was one of the few marvels i admired..

yes, she was.. err no.. is one of a kind..

she talks like soft pearls rubbing against oysters..

she walks like the darkness of the night..

she invokes in me a feeling that pumps me ..

against all odds of this odd life , to fight..

After ages, tonight i dont find my eyelids dropping..

i wonder where the hell has all tirednesss disappeared..

but this new strength.. this freshness..

reminds me to be prepared...

for it's gonna be tough to realise this dream..

to make it come true..

the dream that am now seeing with my eyes wide open..

as the pane of this window gets covered with dew..

Am a godless man.. but tonight..

I pray to Him.. as others ,who believe, do..

there has never been a desire so serene ,so pure..

let me have my moment of bliss , let it be true..