Row Your Boat

Precious little playful life, play a lot of jokes;
Amazing the way it makes us laugh and annoying the way it chokes.
Lot has happened and lot will happen, life will move in turns;
Love and loss and joy and pain, wonder of life in crux.
All across our playtime so many will rise and fall;
Value the fall and struggle and loss, never you let it gall.
In all our versions of truth and lie, our own needs galore;

Sit and think, if the right is wrong, or the wrong has something more.
Hail the lives which touch so many, long after they are gone;
Away from the shore as the boats sail, thunders are claps that roar.
Row away the tiny boats, the tides will come and go;
Mirror of love will reflect the true colour,
And the beauty of life will score. 

NAZIFER

The rumbles of one civilization becomes the edifice of another . The failure of one man , makes way for thousands to succeed . No life is worthless , No death is inconsequential . Everything has a meaning . Longing for rain , we should not ignore the pleasures of dew.

Not a word has been spoken about the day,

And the whispers being hushed, thoughts kept at bay.

Zenith of fear has crowded our hearts

If we lose it, how will we cope?

Fast we are moving towards our death

End is in sight, where all will rest.

Rest will our dreams, we lost the gods test.

Rest will our hopes, bidding a farewell

Earning the right, to shed the tears,

Years of struggle, bore a rotten fruit

Hearts are heavy, throats are blocked

Als we failed again, but hope from the ashes

Now will rise a sphinx of revolution. 

I Exist

I am a voice , I am the mass , I am democracy , I am the nation , I am the religion , I am the faith , I am the truth , I am the society , I am the caste , I am the family , I am a colour , I am the rich , I am the poor , I am the left , I am the right , I am the collective , I am the corporate , I am the rebel .

NO .  I am a human , I am an individual ,I am the owner of my identity  .  I am ME .....  I EXIST . 

I exist, I know I do ;

Somewhere in the crowd I am there too .

Waving and weaving a distant dream ;

That I am not the crowd , but the crowd is me .

I hope it’s different , it isn't the same ;

Crowd was there even in name .

Nation is  a crowd , so is religion ;

Question the same , charged with treason .

My life is crowded , with rags and pieces ;

Rags of dreams and pieces of reason .

I am trying to get the pieces together ;

Holding on  the  rags , to cover the wounds.

But I still exist I know I do ;

Standing  and watching , and learning too .

The crowd of stars , forms a beautiful night ;

But to  be a star , I must have light .

A tiny part of history , is where I belong ;

Rusting in future , as I go along .

My soul is fighting , its own Waterloo ;

But I still exist , I know I do . 

Flight of a dream .

Those chiselled dreams , which fly and flutter giving us the glimpse of the possibilities of  infinite blue sky . But time slowly tear off those tiny little feathers , picking them one at a time making the flights difficult each passing day . Sometimes you just have to make a leap of faith , to see if you can ever taste the sweetness of the moment when dreams are embraced in the warmth of reality . Even with clipped wings , pain and possibility of failure and death becoming unlikely friends , the utter bliss of the moment when you touch the blue sky of your dreams , is enough to trump a  sea of despair. 

Behold, let me look deeper;
Signs of life and some kind of flutter.
The bird is dying, she can’t lift her wings;
Breathing slowly waiting for the end.

The end will come soon she knows it well;
Her soul will fly somewhere to distant land.
They say its heaven or hell where they go;
For a bird like her, how will she know?

She lived her life like any other bird;
Hatched out of egg and learning to fly.
Gliding around looking for food;
Till a tangle of the string, brought her down.

She loved to fly and the view from the top;
Everything seemed tiny, there was no stop.
She left her nest too far behind;
Lost in wild skies as the dusk arrived;

She always dreamt of distant lands.
Snow peaked mountains and forests so green;
He nest at a roof top of a smoky city.
Made her wonder if it will forever stay a dream.

Then one day she made a leap of faith.
Chasing her dream as she flew away;
Miles and miles of lands she crossed;
At last here they are, the mountains with snow.


Her vision got bleak as the dusk came;
The mountains were there but still some miles away.
She wanted to reach before the nightfall;
Tired and hungry she was bound to fall.

And fall she did as she was flying low;
Tangled in a string she hit the ground.
Looking at the mountains as the darkness grew;

Closing her eyes, the bird has flown

Panoramic Sailings .

Took Me a Long Time Coming Back Here . Life has changed . Job , Place , People , everything has changed . Been an eventful time . But everything is transitory. Sometimes I feel like being on a flight with numerous stops and transits but unknown destination. It's alright , I am not complaining .

Panoramic Sailings 

You know , its not about me ,

The world is there and the world will be ,

I am just a deserted existence ,

roving away with lonely winds .

I never cared to where I land ,

Lifted in a breeze or thrown on burning sand.

Everything seems wrong , and everything seems right .

Mood  of the day if it's gloomy or bright.

Let me try to read some pages ,

Or tear them apart in tiny pieces ,

When the sense of  word is lost in its meaning ,

The faith can't stop the hideous grieving .

The chain got stuck somewhere when rolling ,

My hands got black to set it moving ,

Dark cloud's came growling , to scare me up

Unknowingly they washed the filth away.

Life is not a sin , so don't believe what they say .

Cry if you like , but don’t wash your tears away

Let them flow  freely and enjoy their bid to freedom

But after they leave , don’t think of that reason.

I see the circles , which-ever way I look ,

Coming across to things, I have already crossed .

Whatever I say , I am still going around ,

booming and dooming , it's an  amazing playground .