The break-up !

It was good while it last
Or… was it ? My imagination!?
Questioning the out-cast
Thoughts of me in conjunction
In conjunction with my time
With my dime
At my prime
It was great
While it last

And then,
We grew
Grew apart from each other
Each then skew
Views shattered dreams alter

Speak different dialect
Our thoughts so separate
Separated your way from mine
Your heart from mine

Then … why linger? in memory
Why dwell in null agony

I will let you go … let you free
You will let me go … let me be me!

To you My enemy!

I’m spitting rhymes
Towards the limes
Of my lame life
For those who added strife
From you to my roots and heredity
Now it is sprawling down to my unborn commodity

Thanks to you that I’m so hopeless!
To define my existence I’m lawless
Spread away on earth with out focus

While you enjoy the land and the palisade
The crew you built in strong arcade
Will be weighed in God’s spade

When the time comes!
Till then,

To you my enemy… I yearn to be a friend of me!
Paradoxical contradiction
While you held me … you abandoned me!

Good Bye Now!

My heart was open to you
Or was it?
I had never up-to tell you
That I adore you

But you,
You had an agenda
All along
You had a secret plan
Mischievous clan
To support you
To rapport you

You took that at heart
You believe that
You flew with that
You’re not in your spot

What has left of you today?
What has left of your charm?
You are gone long ago
Your soul has departed
Your karma
Full of drama
Full of mischief
I ‘m not wanna be a part of it

All I have is your memory
From ‘long ago’ I reminisce
I don’t want the phony
The person who you have become
Is it wealth, fear of death?
Or the stealth
That altered your ego
Persuaded you to forgo
Who I was in my fulsome
Personality
You locked out with nothing

Good bye!

Lack!



That is not lack
Merely described by Webstern
Oxford, or any other
Dictionary.

That is not the definition
Given for not having
Day starter

The real lack is
The real need is
When a soul is hanging from
Single thread
A Thread comprised of
Few blood cells and
Muscle string

When texture of existence
Vanished away to the point
Can’t tell
Who, what and where from!

When the silence
Pierces the very nature of
A soul’s core

That is a real lack!

My Soul's Query

And my soul screaming
Screeching
To come out of me.. Crying
Questioning... my existence
Waiting to see... my-instance
Moment to see... my arrival
Merging out of... the dark oval...
Cave of darkened poverty
Waiting to see... clarity...
Leaving behind .... aimless duty
Stretching high… for my freedom
Dare to insult …dare to condemn
Slave like life… ‘just survival’
Calling out loud… my arrival
Ruthless shackle… leaving my soul
Awakening… weaving my roll
When will I see … the ‘coming out’
When will it be… end of dormant ????

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Would be Awesome!

Would be awesome
…. Not being lonesome
….. Not being gruesome
Would be great being a wholesome
If my soul nurture in me and blossom
My beloveds near and have them…

It’d be great….. to percolate
The shell of my existence
Out of my brain… the nuisance
Grinding my grain… the persistence
Refuse to drain… my allowance
Of limited time … at hand
Of limited resource … on guard..

I try to stretch … stretch longer…
See through me…. Envision deeper..
Knowing my path …. Well-steeper

Would be great …. To percolate
In the deep shadow of my existence
To have lay out my instance

And then again…. I am human..
Human I am … not other –none
When I halt me …. Then I’m done.

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