Tomake Bola Hoyeni

Chuti

From a torn note....

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As i walked passed the dark alley
I felt the cold tug of the shadows..
The screaming sirens of the city,
of the firebrigades..of ambulance...and us.
The shouts of laughter and pain.
The cornucopia of forgotten miseries..
and I walked on.

As i stand on the terrace..at the edge..
Swaying in the winds..I see a lie..
a lie..that we bear everyday..
a lie that paints us black..
with a stigma of ego and pessimism.
And i feel, the wind's mercy..and its push.

And the last thing, I remember..
are the cries of the city below me..
The hungry mob...tearing each other down..
Flesh by flesh...blood by blood.


And everything else is just one bad dream...

A Black Hope.

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In memory of 11th July, 2006 Train Bombings...26/11 ....German Bakery Blast...12th July, 2011 Mumbai Blasts....those who gave their lives unnecessarily...Ankik Da....Anindyee...and soo many young lives that blew out in that strong wind of violence... and hatred.

There was light...once...long ago...
and there were beliefs
There were smiles which turned into cries..
humans stabbed...killed and torn.
and 'sighs'.

Little dreams shattered..hacked and murdered...
Will you stand among the corpse and sympathize?
Will you even drop a tear...
or just 'sigh' and move on.

Denial...Will your sons and daughters know what you did??
Or will they lie in the heap of lifelessness..
while you smile and shake hands with evil
and smear your hand with bloods...
which was once yours???

I can see a white flag flying high...
drenched in sweat...
with stains of blood..
turned black.

God Bless You.

Stray Truth

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And i dream still...
dream a bit more..
dream of days..
when i used
to dream to dream.

With eyes full of hope,
trying to find god who made man.
Trying to preserve the innocence,
the sacrosanctic beliefs
of being god's son.

And now we...sons of god..
are torn to pieces...blasted and tattered...
in vengeance and hatred..

Now, I'm trying to find..
Does God Cry?

For Eva.

This poem is dedicated to Eva Cassidy. The wonderful Singer who won millions of hearts with her beautiful voice. She made her last public appearance on September,1996. The Last Song she sang that day was the famous "What a wonderful world" by louis Armstrong. She died of Cancer two months after the show, on 2nd November,1996.This poem is also dedicated to all those wonderful people who are fighting with cancer today. Our prayers are with you.

I see trees that are green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of the people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?"
But they're really saying, "I love you".




She stood on the stage
the spotlight was on her..
a long dark tunnel
and the faint light wasnt far.

She stood behind the microphone,
and held her guitar tight.
She saw them all smiling at her..
it was her last night.

She had struggled with the dark
she was lean and weak now,
the doctor said, she shouldnt sing,
but she got the strength somehow.

she filled the evening with her lovely voice,
with "songbird" and "way beyond the blue".
She showered bliss from heaven that day...
each moment was as fresh as dew.

And then she closed her final show,
with a smile and tear in her eye.
Not because she wont be there for long...
but she had to "say goodbye"....

The Skull & Bone

Yet another attempt to write a shape poetry.

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A Cinquain, a Haiku and a Monostich.

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The Cinquain

Faces.
Halogen nights
A whisper in the wind
The silent city seduces
Good Night.


The Haiku

Continuously
It rained and drained memories.
Mesonoxian.


The Monostich

I bibble a hasenpfeffer with a dangwallet daedalist on nudiustertian.

Sometimes.

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Sometimes I feel
I'm disintegrating..
parts of me flying away
like dandelions..
they carry me to distant places.

Sometimes..I smile..
to myself and to the passerby,
who smiles back at me.
I laugh..at the clock,
who ticks so patiently..
for hours...days and nights.

Sometimes I look at the sky
and I see the bright red sun..
and then it comes down on the forehead.
of the young girl who lived
near my house.

Sometimes I walk on a dark road..
and I feel the shadows taking shape..
and walking beside me,
"Hullo there...Long time..
how've you been ???"
and I smile and walk.

Sometimes the halogens becomes faces..
and they call me..
"No, my dear friend...
I've a long way to go..
maybe some other day I'll join you."

Sometimes I get tired..
and I want to rest myself for a while..

Sometimes I feel like god..I create..
but I fail to put life in them...

Sometimes...I write my heart out..
and my poems have a meaning.

The Moment I was in heaven.

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While I was in Kaza, Spiti Valley, HP...i really found heaven..and since then...i believe...if there is heaven on earth...try out interior Himachal on a full moon night..

I stood in the balcony,
with a glass of poison..
"On the rocks".

Its full moon today...
and it looked like a fairy...
waving her wand,
and showering eternity on earth.

Dead Silence..in the middle of the night...
the heaven seems to have lit up
by some borrowed eternal bliss..
The peak of Chocling La
stood there with grandeur
and a bluish glow on her.
...and we mortals...
Plunged in darkness before her.

The calm silent blueness
lingered in my fingers..in my glass...
from ice to ice...
from drop to drop...
scattering some more divinity
all around.


And I stood there,
with heaven infront...
and a divine peace.

This Photograph of the author was taken near Kaza. As far as i remember it was Kunzum Pass (4551m) and hell windy but it was an amazing trek.

The Grand Piano

She was beautiful and brilliant. And she loved Beethoven and Bach and Mozart..and The Beatles...and me....

To her.

A huge room...
with ceiling high above..
The smell of old wood
casted a spell...
a weird paralysing charm.
There was a fireplace too...
maybe for show...but it was class..
and a grand piano beside.
Typical.


She was playing a tune...
the famous "fur elise"...
Beethoven...
and he sat near her..
charmed and mesmerised.
He could not move his eyes from her...
or from her fingers...
which caressed the keys of the piano...
painting music.
The dim light...old woody smell...
Fur Elise...and a soft beam of light
that fell on her through the window
made him mad,
and he knew..
she was
The Chose One.


Suddenly everything vanished...
the piano...the room..
the smell...the light
everything...
into thin air.

The room was dark,
with an old radio playing "fur elise"
and he was lying down...on a sofa..
his head tilted towards the ceiling.
There were stars...fluorescent sticker stars...
and he counted them..with the music filling his head.

He could feel the woody smell...
Her soft touch on the piano..
her smile...and the smell of "Chanel"..

and a drop rolled down.

The fairy

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And it flowed...from his wrist...
flowing down the ridges of his palm.
and it dripped...drop by drop...

There was a painless silence...
and he heard a faint whisper.
and he closed his eyes.

******************

He had walked down that lane before..
long long time ago..
and he had seen her...
charmed by her beauty...a mystic aura..
beautiful...magical and serene.
and heard songs...her songs and whispers...
which crashed against his face...
and he had felt cold and numb.

*******************

He half-opened his eyes..
and looked at the closed window..
She was there...trying to get in...
desperately flapping her tiny...
faint shining wings...
She tried to get it...and failed...
to carry him away to peace...and failed..
He looked at her....
Her eternal blue eyes...
Her face fogged by his dreams....
and he closed his eyes.

The fairy rubbed her wings all night...
trying to get to him...
to touch him one last time...
her dark cold yet relieving touch...
she tried and failed...
and she cried and left...


The crimson sticky flood has dried...
and turned into dark solid nothingness.

Its been raining.

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My first disastrous attempt to write a Nonnet. :P

It has been raining for the past few days
The cold winds draw pictures in the air
The trees wildly nodding their heads
and the raindrops keep falling.
The wetness of the soil..
Those dreams come true again
pitter patter
Memories
Painting...
Smiles.

And i drew a dream on water...

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I write these rhymes for your smiles...
that drizzles like a sudden rain..
in a sultry afternoon.
Those twinkling of your eyes..
It shimmers like the distant city lights...
That heaven above...descends upon you.

I write these for those droplets of rain...
still standing on my pane..
biding me one last goodbye.
and slowly dragging themselves away..
drying out....dying out..

I write these to tell you what i see..
that fills my head..
To run across the field...
the dewy grass kissing my feet.
and i dream.
wishes that flutters like a butterfly,
and i try to catch them.
and i fail again and again.

And i drew these ..these poems and pictures...
with my breath....
but someday...it will fade too...
along with your dreamy eyes...your dewy touch...
and my dream colored sketch.

And I wish i could wake up.....

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And you think you are a poet...
you think you are a dreamer...
your words paint pictures on water...
while your light gets dimmer...

Your hope is fake...and your smile is vile...
and your poem stutters...as they drizzle...
cold...and numb.

You dream??? Of what???
Of days and nights...
and lights???
of love and hate...???
Of life and death !!!

You dream of mornings..and dawn and dusk...
You dream a lot...my friend...wake up!!!!


Look around...its not the world you paint...
These poems are not the doorways...
and noone shall ever walk through them...
noone will ever...smell those flowers you bloom..
or taste those fruits...
or feel those butterflies fluttering away...

You make a lost world only for yourself...


Not a dreamer...you're a loner...
Dont dream....

Wake up.

One Morning...

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These are words...
words that i find...from deep inside...
To show you the world...through my eyes...
the soil I smell....and the silence I hear...

I love to dream...and paint them...
with colored smokes..and crystal glasses...
but when i touch them...it shatters into pieces...
and pierces me...slashing...telling me my own muses...

And i open the window...one fine morning...
It had been raining...
and i breathe in....mouthful of red..and yellow and green...
the freshness and the dream...
and the silence of the pitter patter of the rain...

And i saw a man...sleeping at my door...
the fresh morning sleep....
tattered clothes...soaked in rain...weiry...
The same old face....with wrinkles of denial....
with his bowl being dragged away by some dogs..

I went down...and shooed them away...
brought in the bowl and washed it...
and then took out a paper..and wrote...
wrote a poem maybe...and then tore it apart...
Its not for me...it never was...
and then kept an apple and a banana in the bowl..
and took it back to him...

Was this the answer..answer to my wordlessness...
answer to the rains...to hunger...to dreams..
I tucked in a 50Rupees note his tattered shirt...
and he opened his eyes....with so much calmness and peace...

and I said..."Wonderful morning...isnt it??"
and he smiled..

The Broken Effigy of a Poet...

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And he kept the pen aside...


The pages tattered,
scattered.

And then there was a violent
laughter...
and then cries...
The cry turned into silence...
pitch dark silence...
The silence that chokes man...

and we drank...
we drank to his freedom...
we drank to his victory..
to his death...
to immortality.


Cheers,

His pen...cold again...
inkless...
lifeless...

A farewell and an apology.

Photograph taken by the Author of this Blog.

Though it might look like a poem..it is not one...its just something important and beautiful i wanted to convey to all my friends...

Thank you everyone

And as I sat...
The sands touched my feet....those sands of time...
The cool wind kissed my face...
The waves told me tales...
The insignificant crowd around me seemed to disappear..
Just the voice of the sea...and I was lost again...
Emptiness and Memories...

The huge stations empty...the roads silent...
The smiles....distant and faded....
And my wait for the last train seemed endless...
Again a bunch of faces flew past...smiling at me....
Waving...

The city looks beautiful from my terrace...
The halogens..the silence...the velacherry bridge...
And the memories...

As i got the printout of the ticket...the man in the counter smiled,
“Going home for vacation?”....
I smiled...
“Maybe...maybe forever...”



There were poems...and promises...
Promises I’ve not kept...people i’ve hurt...
I never meant...yet it happend....
I tried to be a good friend...maybe i wasn’t....
But i tried...forgive me all of you...one last time...
It was good to have you there...
People i knew...people i did not...
Have a nice life....

Someday we’ll meet again.....

Weed Story

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It has been really long that i wrote anything after "Doped"...in a high hallucinating state....so here it comes....another rare yet amusingly weird but interestingly sensible poem.

It was too bright...
So i paint it black...
Now its too dark...
and i want it back....

Jumbled wackos..
Hide and Seek...
Dreams are dry now...
lean and weak...

Crumbled Wishes..
Zig and Zag...
Dont touch..neither...
Weeds and fag...

Stain of droplets...
famished Souls...
My poems are worthless...
With a big black hole !!!!

War and Death

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..Slowly he moved....
his trembling bloody hands...clutching the gun hard...
like the last piece of straw...in the flood...


More blood drizzled...
Hope...the only hope....
fight back...fight back...
and more blood....


Everyone is dead...and the valley is silent....
dead quiet..


A few voices now....
"Foes..."... hatred in their voice...
cold and evil....


He felt the bile in his mouth....
he held his gun hard...
and charged....


More blood...
hazy...he saw faces...filled with hate...
he saw nozzles...tunnels that lead to nowhere...


Charge!!! Charge!!!!!


Then he saw her....
Like a divine angel she walked passed everyone...
and stood by him...


Her fragrance filled his head..
He could feel her soft hair flowing beside him......
The perfect beauty....the maddening touch...




Each bullet drew a hole in him...
until nothing was left...
But a perforated lump of flesh and blood...



more blood.

Cheers my mates.....

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We have grown up...grown up a bit too fast..
There is nothing...that might forever last...
what started 4 years ago...is about to end..
No more love and hate..midnight calls to friends.

No more 8'o Clock rush to take the bus....
"Missed bus...missed the college"...no more fuss..
No more mass bunk plans at dept. lab...
No more Stupid Block Hours...."What a drab!"

No more crazy queues for early breakfast..
no more hanging around..but enter class atlast..
No more eating in class...biscuits and food...
No more shaking head..and then.."Balls I understood!?!?!"...

No more throwing the duster at undiscoverable place
No more devil mischiefs with childish innocent face...
No more longest route to reach the class...
A lot of sand had flown...in life's hourglass..

No more counting seconds to break for lunch...
No more hiding faces while we munch...
No more "yee to the power minus yem pie eezed"...
No more piling trash into our already trashed head...

No more mindless records and shitty observations....
No more haunting analog or mobile communications...
"If this CRO doesnt work...i'm going to leave this college.."..
No more late submission...living 'lab' on the edge.

No more..."lab coat phir se chori ho gaya hai sala"...
No more.."Output nahi aya toh naam badal dala"...
No more rushing to bus and keeping seats for friends...
No more..."yaar....kya boring weekends"....

.....

Its the journey that counts...
'Hasta La Vista' my friends.....
I'll leave this poem unfinished...
So that it never ends...

Gas.

Known...

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I knew her...I've seen her come...
With her blood drenched hands clawing towards me...
Her ashened face so sublime...
Hiding the raw insult with her ocean deep eyes..
The harsh silence....the enforced peace...
I've seen all this before...the darkness..the indifference...

Waves of anguish and hatred in her eyes...
I've seen her...i've known her...
Her blue eyes change into black nothingness..
Even hollow souls cry in despair...
Her tyranny...her pride possessions...
Her calmness to those red flowing eyes...
And the sighs in rejection...
So...fatal..yet so sweet...
and so we say...."Death"...

And we go on.....

Dont cry for me, My Friend.

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I have a long way to go...
I cant stay here till the end..
Your tears pull me back...
Dont cry for me, My Friend.

My heaven is not here...
Useless are the days that i spend...
I have to go...in search of myself...
Dont cry for me, My Friend.

Hearts and faith...and lot more things
I've broken....I have to mend...
Forgive me...my dear ones...and let me go..
Dont cry for me, My Friend.

Lokta Kobi Chilo.....

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El comienzo

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Voices don't really intimidate me now...
I've heard voices in men turn to cries...
I've been hacked to death...over and over again...
This existence of yours and mine...all are lies..

People look at you...with poisoned eyes...
and tear you into pieces with deranged minds...
The more you want to break free...the tighter it gets....
Blood gushes out...chokes you and makes you blind.

Greed or Hunger...which is your light?
Where men crawls on ground and dreams of rain...
I should die...than feel the pain and see us burn...
Coward...am I???Its better than your brave of drain.

Society ...as you might call...reeks of decaying flesh and bone...
Children whispers...and we playfully pinch...
Those who carry this stink...my friend...
Shall nail their wooden bed ....inch by inch.

Another Ode.

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It looks so fresh...the memories that haunt...
A long lost poem and a picture that taunts...
Reminding of a story...a story that failed..
A few letters today...still cried and wailed...

She was there...she still is there...
She made me smile...thats all i care...
She never left...I can feel her still...
My empty self...she nurtures and fills...

She had promised...she would stay...
Linger in my mind...all night and day..
Yet her smile...so fresh in mind...
And yet her thoughts...makes me blind.

How could I forget...the last smile of hers...
And she closed her eyes...to the skies and star...
She just smiled once and closed her eyes..
Never she waited...for cries and goodbyes...

She'll be the one...till fate makes us meet..
And I'll write her a poem...which will be so sweet...
I'll never let her leave..no matter whats the price...
To love...and to be loved...it always feels so nice...

I give up.

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This story will end one day...
with lies and hatred cold in heart..
with no more colors but shades of Grey.
with smears of blood..more than art...


I tried to live a normal life...
smiled,laughed and loved ...like all..
but the shadows whispered 'bout a knife..
and reminded me of my fall...


I'm so tired of being fake...
trying to be one with light..
i tried and died..for your sake..
i lost...i gave up..in this fight.


Its so much peaceful with the dark...
the silence calls me...and makes me high...
my final epitaph..cuts and mark...
calls of darkness..." A. Goodbye"...