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.