Friday, September 18, 2015

One more story

When the chronicle reaches the end and the moon blinks its last,
I wake up to redraft the expedition;
Every step orchestrated millions of time in my mind;
I am running for stimulation
In my backyard I grow hope;
Losses are seeds concealed in the soil,
New season will bring the green,
Water them, pull some string!
Restoration is not an exercise,
A routine!
The hills are unpromising and they have eyes,
It buries mysteries in its bosom,
Still teaches many untold lessons!
Where do you start when you lost the mark?
All you need is a spark!

I sojourn in the streets of nowhere,
Sometimes a year is a day,
Many forgetful days I passed;
No one's truth is more ingenuous than others,
We fly without feathers!?
Our mind takes us places,
We rest to re-energise;
Sometimes simply to rise!
Every soul writes its story,
In the mysterious pages of life;

My story escaped with the tide!!

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

(Ballade form) Now for the Vagabond

Image result for french ballade formThe ballade (/bəˈlɑːd/; not to be confused with the ballad) is a form of medieval and Renaissance French poetry as well as the corresponding musical chanson form. It was one of the three formes fixes (the other two were the rondeau and the virelai) and one of the verse forms in France most commonly set to music between the late 13th and the 15th centuries.
The ballade as a verse form typically consists of three eight-line stanzas, each with a consistent metre and a particular rhyme scheme. The last line in the stanza is a refrain. The stanzas are often followed by a four-line concluding stanza (an envoi) usually addressed to a prince. The rhyme scheme is therefore usually 'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC bcbC', where the capital 'C' is a refrain

I am trying this very old form of Poetry and I hope I ll improve with time. Please help me with your feedback. This poem will evolve with more changes

Now for the Vagabond

So call troth of the mutiny laden vagrant,
In wild moves in defence of his contemplatives
From the aloofness of this unsung martinet,
Oh! The tearing and burning lumbago!
Colours! One by one and slowly disappearing
Bounded to the earth and programed by the sky;
Darkness is still haunting in the ageing blues,
What the world saw is mutiny and lies.
Do sometimes those heart tries and eyes lie?
Do you care for this unknown tattered soul?
Predicament out of all the lost fortunes now survived,
He denies, sometime fabricates and sometime cooks
Justice delayed and provided though not out of books,
Perennial nights and no remorse from those eyes;
When the commotion inside stops, silence speaks,
What the world saw is mutiny and lies.
You are now beyond the milky-way and more,
Compassionate and affirmative for those lives it holds;
Jingoism! Wanderer what you now bore,
Long journey for you but you will ascend
Hoodlums out in the wild and circumstances pretend,
With them your life burst and you untie;
For those critics! No premises left?
What the world saw is mutiny and lies.
Motivation is now over ruled and sold,
You never give up and always do try;
There are many story’s untold,
Encrypted and scrambled in gold,
What the world saw is mutiny and lies.

Monday, September 14, 2015


Hyde Park London-Nov 2013

The verdict is out;
It’s time to rethink;
Many in the brink,
Drain those bubbles out,
Few have already given up!
Reawaken and you sprout;

Pessimism will also take you places,
Failure shows true faces!
Spot the moment;
Many more races,
The old town might call you home;
But you are for all seasons;
Today play without reasons!

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Draw inspiration from the pond,
Go to the sea and appreciate nature’s bond!
You believed when nobody else,
With ‘silence’ you shared your bed;
With fortitude you moved, though late,
With courage you love all those hate,
With pride you took the street,
Those memories, you never retreat.

Journey! human beings undertake,
With time you reach your dead bed;
Many a stories in your lives slate,
You have decided before the final rest;
We all know how the blood tastes,
Earn your daily bread!
There is something in everyone’s plate;
Your laboured fruit, others bread spread.

Sometime I wonder,
Where! What should I ponder!?
Those mountains never told me their age;
River Brahmaputra flows with rage,
The sun pioneered grace!
Face and defy as others; just a face!
Life leaves unbound trail - you trace;
Sometimes slowing down is also a race.

Friday, September 4, 2015


I am tired and hungry,
Still wakeful, wide open eyes;
I can feel the sleep creeping into my toes,
I have cracked the story of death and all those woes,
I don’t trust death any more,
It has a deal with nature – eons in the past,
The body would be separated from your soul,
For it'll only preserves the soul! Treaty and its goal.

The fury of time can turn its back every time,
You must let loose your soul at times;
It’s good to compromise with your past sometime,
Let your future and present rhyme.
Zigzag – the walk of life!
Why don’t you let yourself unwind!
Merging, evolving thought bubbles
Imaginations – victories of the mind


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