Funeral Undone

Many words yet to be said,
Many words yet to be heard,
As were said and heard before.

Now values are lost, the words are lost,
Choices made and time undone.

Dust spreads wings;
Shadow darks rings;
Lost names, black skies,
Lost face, black eyes.

In the heart silence resides,
Six feet under now memory lies.

Now values buried, the words buried,
And Impressions carved on Tombstone.

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Symphony of Greed & Fear

 

“The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.”

—Charles du Bois

 

I think what I’m about to do

is bravest thing I put myself through

Leaving behind the hopes so high
Falling like stars a crumbling sky
In the darkness like a ray of hope
Its a tough life, too tough to cope

Let it hatch the shell without knife
A Midas touch to create a new life

~ Abhi

Thoughts of mind (synopsis):

If one wants to gain anything he has to give something in return be his/her dedication, time or an aspect of life that is owned. It is very tough to give-up things that we own, because we are fond of them. We get habitual with them being a part of life. – A so-called “comfort zone“.  It is at this point we refrain from achieving what we can just because of the fear of losing what we already have. The first part of the poem depicts the greed & fear that rule our life. Greed to achieve things that we don’t have and Fear of loosing things that we possess.

In the second part I tried to capture the feelings when you overcome this fear. With first step towards change you see the sight of failure, thing not working as you expect them to be and suddenly the world start to seem upside down and in that darkness you still cling to the hope. This is the point of life that pushes you to get back to you “comfort zone”

In the last part I have used contradictions. Hatching the egg-shell but without the sharpness of knife as a symbol of new life that hatches out with its gentle fingers, Medas touch contradicts to creation of life, is used as adding a value to the new thing, the new change that you are about to bring. When you create something, Aren’t you Medas giving a golden touch to your creation?

Dark Side of My Heart!!!

The theme of coldness relates to extinguished desire. Desire creates heat, while the sunlight leads us on. But satisfaction never lasts, replaced by the cold light of Truth. If you still cling, the ground beneath your feet will “melt”.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants
The way it stops and starts

~Abhi

heart_on_fire

आज खुद के ही नशे में मै, खुद ही को खो गया

In Hindi

रास्ते पे हूँ मैं, पर वो कारवां खो गया;
मंजिलों से गुज़रा मैं, वो आशियाँ खो गया;
रास्ता है यही कहीं, मंजिल का पता नहीं;
आज खुद के ही नशे में मै, खुद ही को खो गया

~अभी….

In English

Still on the roads, my caravan’s lost;
Passed across destinies lies that abandoned nest so lost;
The ways I know leading the destinations unknown;
In my own illusions, I am myself lost…

~Abhi….

Putting down a bit of irony this time … I tried to convert the feelings into a English version… i guess just in vain. Now that was just an attempt but its still now rhyming some where in the deep.

Ringing Bells of Farewell


Were together, But still its farewell;
And maybe we will meet, On earth who can tell
The final countdown and the Ringing Bells;
The clock’s tick stops and GAME OVER is what I tell


~Abhi

For A Date!

A Date with a Mermaid


For I don’t seek the land, this road is mine;
To drink the ocean, its now on my mind;
With thy heart the time must wait;
With the mermaid its a date.

~Abhi

Journey without a Point

A Journey began without a point
To the unknown without a Ticket;

Have to go but don’t know why
Seeing the cities passing by;

In the dark – Still on the track
Totally unplanned Totally shreak.

                                         ~ Abhi….