A Giant Leap

To my utter surprise, I found a line of division between the two phases of the metamorphosis of an ignorant mind... a mind that was once a reality with nascent thoughts and blooming emotions, a mind that is today wallowing in the dreams of crawling premonition of mellow affection. Trifles of joy showered on it the bliss of intellect, curves of conflict marked on it the wounds of impatience. So, it started its journey from surface to the soul underneath,yet it ends up being dumped by the tender ferocity.
Life chuckles at this sight, savoring a subtle taste of pride; death roars at it and engulfs the crude proposition to "rule and then divide".

Now that my thoughts tickle this contempt of the man in me, the mind frees itself to a buoyant ecstasy.

And,I'm right on to an ode to a superficial entity...
A giant leap from rhythm to symmetry...

Divergence

Figures of freedom amidst a divine delusion,-
Effervescing expectation of ruling revolts,-
They spread out the cheers to a juvenile passion,-
and free myself in a spinning motion.

A motion where parameters diverge to create-
The field of ignorance and dying beliefs.
Where instincts insist and desires defy-
revealed rules and exuberant emotions.

Circles of conflict and crawling pretence,-
They tumble 'round the streaks of sorrow.
Colors of joy and ashes of love,-
They define themselves and starve to swallow-
gray intellect and burning possession!

This rhythm,interwoven with implication-
of growing lust and converging complication.

Mastur-Inno-rance !O!

Shining with this black ink on the paper,
Old thoughts scribble to play in the hay.
With a penny to spare and hands in my pocket,
I reached the shore and threw it away.
Old feelings face dying delusion,
Old preachings prevent exuding emotion,
Etching out a line of aching division,
Old monks suffer from an adamant dismay.
They struggle in this crowd of a chequered mosaic.
and,paint the colors of weaving passions,
and,free the spirits of the saints who say,
"Play with your possessions and elude your pretence,
This field is devoid of the pebbles of excellence,
All we need is a divisive iridescence,
We are all gifts of our presence,
and,You are the masturbating miracle of innocence(ignorance)."

Convergence

Free yourself to this whirling world-
where dreams of debacle unite to fight,-
the thoughts of thunder and ploys of plight,
and value the valour of dying soldiers.
Where incident rays superpose to create,-
A field of ferocity of fighting spirits,
inducing a force beyond the limits.
Where drops of desire coalesce to form-
A void of lust without a fear;
Where we win the game without a fistfight.
Through the darkest hollow of humble affairs,
Where leaves are turned out of a book,-
A book of blessings showered on a brook-
with streams of laughter,screams of joy.
And both of us inching toward a point,
A point where parameters merge to find,-
An end of the battle of intersecting lines;
An end of the battle of invariant variables!

Identity

Diving deep into an ocean of tormented turbulence..
Swimming past the waves of ferocity...
A lonely mind finds the joy underneath..
The call of pride fills a conscience of constant conflicts...
And an indrawn breath relives the insanity..

The vanity of intellect still snarls at a mind..
The mind gasps and tries to find...
words that echo the ecstasy of waves...
And the waves recede the shore of sanity...

Lies

(This is another song written by me)
Now I look into the skies,
I find u take on pride..
to mould the mind of "mine"..
And she dares pour this wine..
It's a clarity that we fall apart,
with our dancing dream of dying..
through a gentle breeze of memories
with a soul-it's full of lies!

And then I stare down the streams,
I find ploys of screams..
And the line of lust recedes..
And images placing a peace..
And the drenched woes drift through my vanity
Leave a mind in a mess of "mine"..
Weaving pledges of shattered sanctity
with a vision-it's (a) void of lies!

Sequel to Gift of Gaze:Fall of Fame

It's another ploy of prosperity..
The glare of joy transcends tranquility..
The flame of fear recedes the shore..
And the gift of gaze flew alone..

I aim at winning the woes..
I can not help my trembling toes...
I wish I could reach the sky-
to make my dream fly so high..

Soon the joy kissed my fate..
Soon the ploy plays alone..
The lure and lust lament again
The fall of fame flees in pain..

May be this rhythm is all for none..
May be the words won't weave any thought..
Still I find I am in a place,-
Where people struggled to live,and fought...

There the glare laughs loud...
The grief of glory feels so proud..
So I start rhyming again..
Toiling n weeping in my tender garden!!