The accident

I have'nt been in an accident.

The Accident


Every squeal of the brakes
send a chill down my spine
i see a broken body
mine
The screeching of the brakes
the ugly thud
the smell of oil
the blood
the desire to shout
the strangled voice
the murderous silence
the deafening noise
the excuriating pain
the perpetual numbness
the plaster casts
the sling harness
the red flowers
the formic smell
the evanesent dreams
the glimpses of hell
every push on the wheelchair
the hourly chime
a hope of being well again
the mind races back in time

LOOKING FOR LOVE

Looking for love

Is a wild goose chase

You may catch the goose

But love is hard to find

it’s just a ‘hi’

An a cute little smile

And you think this is something

for which you’d run a mile

you sweat and you mumble

at a loss of words to say

you just keep a straight face

and hope she doesn’t think you’re gay

it’s a date first

maybe a movie afterwards

and soon the phone bill mounts

to staggering amounts

suddenly, the world is all beautiful

conversations all poetic

flowers all fragrant

and birds sing the most beautiful songs

you can’t spend another minute without her

and you think you’re in love

this is the best thing in the world

this is your cherished treasure trove

it’s valentine’s day

and you think you’ll propose

halt!! my man,

and think again

it’s just the goose you’ve caught

because it’s as I say, don’t mind

diamonds are easy to come by

but love is really hard to find.

I’M FALLING

I’m falling

No beginning, no end

I’ve my convictions to defend

From those who pretend

The wind whips past me

Needles of cold prick me

Tears brim my eyes

Why do I think I’m so wise?

Took a plunge into the unknown

With nothing but confidence

In myself

The ground I cannot see

But when I reach, there it’ll be

I fall faster

Than those with parachutes

They look at me, as one looks at a grave

But I know it is I who rides on the crest of the wave

Them, with borrowed supports

Drown on the old dusty road

When you chart unknown territories

You buy no insurance, walk alone

Belief clears, will paves the way

He’s an eccentric they say

Let yourself fall

It’s the darkness before the light

Just a longer night

The day will come for those who dared

to jump

I’m falling!

MEET MY ALTER EGO

He fights on

To keep me down

he wants his part of the world

The scramble is on

For total control

And the winner takes it all

He’s been there

Since I was born

The war has been decades long

It’s him ,it’s me

It’s him, it’s me

No one’s ever sure

We’re stretched

To the end of our strengths

Can fight no more

There’s no truce

The struggle goes on

Bloodied and bruised

It’s him ,it’s me

It’s him, it’s me

No one’s ever sure

At times I feel

I’m going out,

I’m lost, going to go

It’s him it’s him him him

Meet my alter ego

It's more the song i wrote than the poem it turned out to be. The lyrics can still be composed into a song, an enterprising musician ca nuse t, with due permission and after negotiating the royalty payments.

Second Hand Lives

This was a result of an objectivist phase in my thinking. Though i still stick to the original theme of the poem, objectivism as such has been diluted in my mind, there are now exceptions and correction in the way i originally accepted the philosophy.

Second-Hand Lives

I don’t like your hair style,
I hate your sarcastic smile,
I despise your approach,
Hell! You’re beyond reproach!

Why don’t you do things the normal way??
Why don’t you listen to what people say??
Not one complaint you spare
Of your despicable “I don’t care”

You fancy yourself an iconoclast, defying tradition,
Too bad it’s only an illusion,
The public decides good and bad,
And not your silly fad.

If you respect public opinion,
And bend to public descision
Your talent will have access
To enduring success

Give up selfish desires,
Do what the people aspire
It’s up to you, end this strife !!
“No”, I say, “I don’t live a second-hand life”

Some 'Machine' poems. Morpheous would've liked 'em. Nevertheless, thse poems potray the frustation that plagues me, when i'm dealing with other people. They're actually droids, even if they choose to call themselves human.

SCREAM

Zombies stalk the road
in an endlessly long dream
they can never revolt
they make me want to scream

Gargantuan ruling machines
churn out exploitation crème
the din pierces my ears
it makes me want to scream

Not a flicker, not a flinch,
it’s fate they accept everything
the machines grind, bones crunch
it makes me want to scream

My shell muffles my voice
I struggle to find the cracks
I want to break free, shout at the top of my voice
Wake up!!
I want to scream.



STUCK WITH DROIDS

The world is stirring,
It’s machinery whirring
Everybody does his job, lives happily
Believes in god
Oh! Help me
I’m struck with DROIDS

They all sit in the assembly line,
Get mass-produced without their spines
They’ll bow and toil till eternity
And no one will ever be witty
Oh! Help me
I’m stuck with DROIDS

The brain and the appendix are in the same fold
Slaves in the galley’s hold
Thinking is abolished, so is imagination
They work silently, pray for salvation
Oh! Help me
I’m struck with DROIDS

It’s here I see the chance
When I hold the lance
They’ll work for me now
And willingly, they’ll be happy anyhow
Oh yes!
I’m struck with DROIDS

This one did not come out as i had composed it im my mind, nevertheless another poem.

I doubted me

A long time ago,
i won a fight
took to the left
forefitting the right

now i look back
and hear a part of me say
maybe i should'nt have come this way

they pointed at me
said 'there goes the madman'
enraged and scared
i ran

i pause to catch my breath
and hear a part of me say
maybe i should'nt have come this way

let me pass, or i'll have to break you
'i make no concessions'
said the wall
'for puny men, with misconceptions'

i step over the rubble, looking ahed
and hear a part of me say
maybe i should'nt have come this way

turn back, you no one,
or in me you will drown
'never will i give up' i say
lest my carcass washes aground

i moor my boat on the banks
and hear a part of me say
maybe i should'nt have come this way

I stand atop the mountain,
illuminated by the new dawn

and hear a part of me say
maybe i should'nt have come this way

but there is no doubt now
I'm vindicated, if i were ever wrong.

poem:Solitude

A poem i wrote as an experiment. I wanted to see that can i deliberately get into a depressive situation and write about it. The result is below, and i think i did the experiment justice.

Solitude
The smoke fills my lungs
the flame of the matchstick dies
the lonliness comes crashing in
the truth of my life, the lies

I lived in a painted room
walled by my convictions
deluded by my present, my past
the emptiness beyond, is vast

love it seemed was infallible
now with truth i reconcile
it was chinese pottery
and not marked fragile

hope, i thought drove the world
i have none left now
the flag of deciet
has unfurled

friends they said, walk with you always
but maybe i was too fast, or they too slow
for now i know
i've left them far behind

ambition was my fuel
i wanted to be at the top
now i realise, there are no crests, no troughs
ans so i stop

i stood in the crowd
i'd be heard, if i spoke out
having shouted myself hoarse
i know i'm alone, my arguments were coarse

the red tip in the dark
each breath brings the fire closer
oh! i see someone
it's the undertaker

i embrace the only friend (death)
i feel noothing anymore
it's dark all around, i'm finally home
i'm alone