Insanity

When you think like a baby in your adulthood,

 react like an adult in your childhood

the cross matching of heart and brain

dinnonating with a vibration of new currents

evolution is an ongoing process

reach out to the rupturing of normative of everything

from circles to cyber, footpaths to mental maps

definitions of many upside down like a clown

possibility of multiple truths lies to mask everything

no one is free from anything in this world

but everyone is free of their coherence of essence and  mater

strike down the rights than faults

so that there will be possibility of free play of meaning

chose the odd and weird out of  order

let us make it perfect again like an insane being

Let us chose the shades of grey

no more arguments on black and white

break the bars , breaks the codes

break the entire you in you, with you

let us celebrate this insanity together ever and ever....

Buried words from

 a fragmented world

Spaces are boundless in this virtual world

rather the concepts

definitions blurred and shapes got deformed

a hand of deconstruction been everywhere

some questions, flung again 

of something more captive for heart than brain

even the epistems of the virtual world

fragmented to the philosophies of liminal spaces

dare are the feelings for support the neighbour

nor even a question of prominence

the interplay of words and images

made another mask for the face of communication itself

I am afraid of the untamed animal in  Me.

Hope of being tamed by God 

 Let God tamed it as per His plans.

               You


You walk right towards my soul
in the spaces of minute possibilities
your words sometimes stopped my breath
for unknown reasons of belonging

we danced like children in rain
what we shared colured our dreams
what we left without speaking still shines
as the gems of river Lethe

we are two strings of one song
many notes played in this violin
but some remains its echoes
now me also remain in that list

when ever love touches me
i became a poet with hues of violet
there we find each other with soul
in the plethora of words and meanings.

Rustic for novelty

for novelty

Rushing through a world of ideas
i met a brain with out veins
it get diminished its sides

the walls of monasteries also thicken
by the coloures of searching for new
all are running behind technologies
further digitizing some religiosity too

where ?..where?..the cry echoed
where i lost my spirit
the chambers of dark walls
cried aloud and wept

a new guru came yesterday
he said that it was in the old trunk
of antique rituals and life style
novelty is not the way of this life
but the real challenge is to delve
to the deeper most end of real essence
it seemed to be rustic
but the real spirit will be there

even the dusts can say a story 
the wind will narrate the tales
sand can paint many portrays
but only a soul can be in search of God

The query of worth

The question of worth is relative

age and experiences will read  the meaningful definitions endlessly

what you are today is a result your past carved your boundaries

sometime your silver line of destinies

contented  memories splash your dreams chaotic and more chaotic

humanity loses its ability to withhold for valuable notes 

relationships collapsed in the rocky streets of selfishness

prayers became vain in redundancy

mantras  became some noise

pollution and population alike

decaying symbols, floating in cold waters

wrath warped innocent emotions

weariness published its melancholy

time for another wasteland they cries

echoes fell apart to vanity and vacuum

there i see your tears frozen

but it spark the ruby of your passions
    

Imprints of mind

Marvel are those sights ever
sprinkling of tears in twilight
rain bows scattered the sights
there colours of novelty dazzled

maturity peeped through narrow holes
reasoning fainted but rejuvenated again
moralities are painting the walls of new fabrics
existence itself became a  question

May flowers of adaptation sprung
adopted minds of modernity flunk
relations floated over the sea of emotions
meanings became an irony for frontier lobes

who I am ? questions repeated
Where I am? redundancy continued
Why I am? crisis begin
What I am? answers blurred its boundaries

Till where? conscious mind's plea
for what? enlightenment bowed
then next? definitions conglomerated
silence prevailed the space
questions diminished and she saw
dawn of a new horizon in her madness