..Poems/songs of past ... and futuristic hope - 2

Inspiration                                                                                                           [Mar. 23  '12 ]

Walking ,on the side of the road

With the dry leaves ,beneath his feet

Making  a crunching sound..

Sound, clear and neat

The wind blew like a mad man

With a fragrance of last night rain

Soon there’ll be new leaves

Soon there’ll be summer.

"Write something new" , his heart said

New like those  leaves ,yet to appear

 "What of the pain , 

 For ,anything I write touches the past “

To which heart said  ,
"Write and write with me.
 Pain ,i'll bear "

 I’ll bear  the first ,I’ll bear the last..

--For my friends in other countries (..and here ,too)

--Boundaries                                                                                                             [late Feb.  '12] 

As long as you stand for the light

         Just as I fight the dark

 As long as you smile too ,

      At a joke that makes me laugh

As long as the meaning of love

     Is same for you as of mine

As long as we feel same pleasure

    In the winter sun-shine

As long as we feel same pain

        At  some loss

  As long as the definition of good

     Is same for two of us and all..

Boundaries  don’t matter much

We stand a chance

We  stand a chance ..

--   1 ½  Years of delusion                                                    [Feb. 10-12  '12 or somewhr. thr.]

Days and nights..

  Of  ridiculous flights

  Of stamping the road

   With  cigarettes   and lights ..

Of  friending ,un-friending

     And re- friending the friends

 Of setting ,unsetting

      And re-setting the trends

Of  history  , mythology

      And logic and truth

Of  numbers ,patterns

    In endless groups.

His sanity , said at last;

    “Damn ! ,this depravity

         This decadence , for a lass ?

       Wait , and wait long

         For the one who cares

         For the one  with a better class “

    

Again  the numbers

   The patterns and photographs ..

   But , now , he smiled ..

    Held himself  tight

    And said to himself ,

   “ Its not for me ,its crass !”

   For , numbers are soft ..

   Push them hard,

   And they will admit to

     Anything you want ..

     Anything YOU want ..

--  An Year of  redemption                                                     [ 2nd part of 1 n' 1/2  yr. of delusion ]

            

When wisdom had touched him

He ,lying in his bed ,

Listened to himself

Half alive but not dead .

With the silhouettes of characters

Still floating around

Haunting in dark

Giving him mysteries ,

He ,now evaded to solve

Laying still for almost a year ..

Suffering the loss without a tear

   Suddenly got up,

    Yelled at the top of his lungs

“I won’t hate  all ..because of some “

 Stories begin to pass

Characters  faded

 Ghosts of past ,now evaded

Down the lane alone , he took a stroll

Whatever was left was His all ..      

p.s.:.."1 n 1/2 yr. of delusion" is only for those capable of interpreting it correctly n should be read with ultimate sagacity ..