Faceless, Nameless-II

Lonely , desolate roads tonight are alone,

The cobbled stones will not be bloodied anymore.

There is no faceless, nameless boy here tonight,

To shed blood with all his might.

There is a faceless at a ballroom,

As sharply dressed as his knife.

There is a nameless at some dinner table,

Dissecting through meat as if it were of another stable.

Faceless makes a joke,

All faces rise up in a roar.

Beneath the table, faceless feels his knife,

The blood thirsty stranger tonight will get respite.

Faceless blends in , becomes a part of them,

Yet no one can see his diadem.

He lures one named face into a dance,

And now he hopes for bloody trance.

The waltz moves on, the sweet talk drools on,

And at the right time, comes a flash of the knife.

A flash through the spine-no more tables left to dine,

Lying in some corner, she looks like another one who had too much wine.

Faceless continues without a face,

His knife clean-without a blood trace.

Faceless looks out to find another one,

Till ballrooms happen at lonely desolate roads.

Truth and Cowardice.

They all are delusions ultimately. Funny part is some are put into a Psych ward and some are celebrated for their delusions. But they all are delusions. Too much of truth drives a man insane. No one can handle the plain naked truth. It hurts too much. It may hit you when you're walking down the street. It may hit you when you're again involved in some other activity of your humdrum existence. But do not even for a moment think you are close to the truth. You can't take it. You will be burnt by it. All the plastic on your face will melt by its heat. All your anorexia will be washed by its gravity. You Are no one in front of the truth. And no one can look the truth in the eye and say that he has been truthful. Such is humanity's curse. What you wanted to see good has made you blind. You will never reach the hilltop where the truth lies. And every time you get close, you will be pushed down to start your struggle all over again. You are lost as Sisyphus. Lost in a crazy vicious cycle. There is no way out only a way in since the day you were born.All beauty is ephemeral. Because the beauty comes from the truth. But your delusions are a sick perverse way to deal with your incapacity to face the truth. So your delusion will last. Go on then. Delude yourself. Betray the truth. Happy as you may be, you are a coward. Find other cowards and delude with them. Go cry to weak friends that sympathise .Make a mass delusion. So if one poor speaker of the truth ever comes around , he feels insane. The tellers of the truth have all the angst, but they don't deserve it. You deserve it ,you liar. You are lying, you are concealing . You are the weak one hiding your weakness behind another lie. You deserve all the angst. You deserve the malaise. The sublime is for the truthful. You don't deserve the truth. You can't handle it. Don't ever try getting close to it. Don't pollute it with your presence. You are beyond purgation. 

Beautiful Lies

One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!

Shadows

I have a friend that follows me around,

My muse,my sooth, my rhythm and blues.
Every time I get down too low,
The guiding light has always been my shadow.

Sometimes my shadow grows dark-too dark,
Sometimes its darkness drowns me stark.
Out of the dark, into the light I walk,
And now the light seems like such as farce.

But sadly those neon city lights,

Have pulled away many a men of might.
My shadow tried to pull me hither,
Yet blinded by light I find myself here.

No muse, no sooth, no rhythm , no blues,
I am surrounded by faces of no use.
Yet the shadow will return in all its might,
All I have to do is kill the light.

The Pretender

Sugar cannot stand the sea,
This sea is all salt.
In this city of so many faults,
Saving your face in the mirror takes balls.

An agent of pathos and chaos,
I am but a mirror for the eons.
But sugar has to dissolve,
These city roads I have to cross.

But I shall always drive the hearse,
With pathos and chaos as my dark passengers.
In this city of strangers,
All I have is my dark passengers.

I carry pocket sized chaos on my back,
Covered by sociable smiles I smile back.
But will always carry dark passengers on my hearse,
The city is the pretender, I am just the mirror.

Ye Duniya Mil bhi jaye to kya hai?

Inspired by Guru Dutt and Piyush Mishra. Written along with my friend bhola

Ujalon ko andhere se mitati hui duniya,

Khule khyaalon ke parindon ko pinjaron mein kaid karne waali duniya,

Jannat ke sapne todti , marghat ke raaston ki duniya,

Insaan ko insaaniyat se pariye karne waali duniya,

Shareefon ki sharafat ko jalati hui duniya,

Insaan ko chand sikkon se maapti hui duniya,

Sanskriti ko raakh ki chillam udati hui duniya,

Nanhe bhole ko khuli zulfon se behkati hui duniya

Adab aur saadgi ko lajjati hui duniya,

Dimag ki kaalik se dil ki safedi ko maili karti duniya,

Jhoot ke nagadon se sach ki siskiyon ko ghotti hui duniya,      

Sachai ko jhoot ke jaamon mein dubati hui duniya,      

Sachoon ko jhoota kehti duniya,

Sachai ke mail ko jhoot ke kaalin ke neeche chupati hui duniya

Andhon ko dikhne waali sach se andhi duniya,

Behron ko sunaiye dene waali sach se behre duniya,

Ye duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai?

Ye duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai?

At the Docks

The sun meets the ship at the horizon,

The ship says goodbye, sailing to lands of fortune.

The ship has long gone as dusk approaches,

 I wait- waiting for the ship to return with the sun.

But that ship has long sailed,

And even the harbour lights are dying.

The sea is a giant wall, between the ship and me,

Choking the life out of breaths.

Ship , breath, light long gone,

Now the watery wall and I remain.

Watery walls , watery eyes, watery musings,

More water than the sea that floats my ship.

The sea sleeps calmly like a child,

And my mind turbulent like a storm.

Peace on the outside, Noise on the inside,

Will this ever play in rewind?

Only Blood

I want to put a knife through their chest,
Writhing cutting all the way in.
'Have you no heart ?', they cry

The knife cuts through shallow skin,
The knife runs through thick flesh,
The knife is purgation from this bad blood.

Their screams , their blood streaks , my smiles , my calm.
I go deeper to rip  their heart out,
But there is none- their heart is long gone-much before mine.

They have no heart to offer me,

So hearts I will not seek.

Only blood, only blood, only blood. 

A Faceless Nameless Boy

City revels in foolish joy,

And sits back the faceless, nameless boy.

Shunning the impure city on a whim,

Nameless kicked the world in the shin.

As the years press on,

the stupid parties go on.

Nameless remains faceless,

But the city knows no braces.

Once a city dweller,

Was in a bloody pool discovered.

City calls its suicide,

Faceless escapes from the side.

Once a city party did catch fire,

And many a foolish happy heart did turn dire.

There was no burnt fuse wire,

Only what nameless with his matches did transpire.

Faceless infiltrates, nameless turns the pages.

The boy has been through the ages.

The city seeks him with craze,

Faceless sleeps content with his match and spade.