Cannibalistic civility

Human sacrifice
from dusk to dawn,
appease the God
of success divine ,
stab each other
to possess a crown,
hide brutality
under armour of smiles.
seize the ladder
that ethic denies..

Rigged with power
this concrete jungle ,
hammering nails
on a coffin prevails ,
dying before death
forging regret ,
howling conscience
muted with greed ,
snatch and eat
until you breathe..

There is no other way to die
greed and power often mutify
over the edge we are falling ,
blatant crimes we often justify
losing a race with time ,
Eyes that we don’t see ,
voices we don’t heed ,
cruelty is the new creed ,
planting the hedonist seed ,
we wait for the rains to defy ,
growing in the showers of pain ,
learning to manipulate and win ,
roots dig deeper into our souls
draws power and leaves it dry..

Rhyme of the chronic backstabber

Toys of fate

those sharpened blades ,

on your back

sticks a knife,

bruises through

your spine of pride..

Devious witchcraft

behind seducing smiles,

darker it grows with higher stakes

laws of trust it often breaks,

theatrical fondness solicits faith

cowardice commands a blind spot hit..

None to face ,

none to blame ,

the backstabber eludes,

omnipresent in flesh and form

sits quiet at the eye of the storm…

never tires,

never quits ,

playful sadism ,

repeated stabs,

gaping wounds,

unhealing pain..

On your backs

stands a ladder of knives,

climbs through the traitor

with sweet lies makes dirty hive..

Synthetic skin II : narcissistic lying machine

Face what is real ,

behind our make-believe ideals

the crocked reality lies ,

of envy and malice ridden society

driven by fear of loss and abandonment ,

where the manipulative survives ,

numbers that validate us ,

taboos and open secrets run naked

when our eyes turn blind...

Heaven is a mere illusion,

like a mirage it fancies our barren souls,

you drag yourself for a sip of water

but end up tasting dust at the harbour,

there stands none to testify heaven ,

there are many who have been through living hell ,

where sudden death is a sigh of relief...

Puppets of faith

the boundaries we define ,

brazen mirrors in our mind

shows what we want to see

our faults hide behind ego`s flare ,

the mind manufactures lies

running through life`s obstacles

tied to obligation`s saddle

you either race or lose ,
die starving for survival 

we the narcissistic lying machine...

Writer`s block

In a silent room I sit

toiling my blackened mind ,

thoughts I seek I cannot find

things I feel I cannot define..

Hollow fantasies not worth to pen

no blotting ink I feel no Zen ,

catching up with this running life

that love to write I left behind..

I hear a caress whisper

but words don't flow ,

all i see is a forbidding wall

who shadows my light of artistry..

Nothing new

nothing fine

In my head I run wild

stagnant ideas don't excite

lingers fear of losing touch..

Collecting thoughts

that spread like dust

bits and pieces that fell apart

unbaked ideas that leave crumbs..

   

Synthetic skin

Close your eyes

and dig lies deep ,

find the conscience

that you often hide ,

beautiful its burial at sea

under the tides of lies and treachery..

Kneel before God

for selfish desires ,

negotiate forgiveness

with bribes of rites..

Soaring pride

and arching smiles ,

greasy lies

on its blanket you slide ,

robotic survival

for a morsel to feed

algorithmic obligations

rule our phases of life..

Running away

from the ugly truth ,

move farther away

but its shadow looms ,

on the backs of fallen angels

rests a scar of torn wings ,

washing away

the blot of our guilt ,

nothing sticks

on this synthetic skin..

This system of greed

turns man into machine

self-reduced to a resource

where silence bleeds ,

gears of starvation

moves this mechanical being..

Circus of war

Eyes at the horizon

gaze the dawn of war

sunlight of violence ,

soars the dampened skies

of fear thy holocaust..

Churning machines

exhales the toxic paranoia ,

flaunt your firearm

rise merchant of destruction..

War has no victor

but victims of aftermath

of winter that befalls ,

when frozen corpses preserved

become trophies of genocide..

Weapons loaded on trapeze

swing in the forsaken skies ,

spectators watch helpless

plight of the darkening canvas..

Lions bow

to the whipping ringmaster

civilization falls

succumbs to the power of violence..

Infinite chain of stimulus to war

tip of the nukes noses that dig deep

plunges into the soil`s bosom

wipes clean the event horizon..

Peace jumps through hoops

when humanity balances of a tightrope ,

paranoia entertains with gags

such the vultures of power laugh..

Fingers crossed diplomacy

and subtle prayers that flow ,

to turn those eyes away

from the nomadic prophet of war

who solicits that hypnotic stare..

Fear that rise

like the shivers of winter

of frozen land and the sea ,

can ruins who will decorate

justify the left-overs ?

can pacify the hunger of war ?   

Before we became strangers

 Love you

I never understood why ,

hiding it

under my blanket of lies..

Your thoughts

it makes me to care ,

if so I hurt you

that gives me a scare..

I paint the walls

of memories far ,

with feelings at war

that leaves no scars..

A prey you are

for the beast inside ,

hungry it drools ,

learning to pacify

with silence’s tools..

Sew my lips

to things I feel ,

when you look away

is when I kneel..

Waking through the nights ,

brushing lips

under the pale moonlights ,

taste its sweet

runs me an erotic addict..

Fates of us

those etched on stone ,

unfair leverage

too heavy to pull..

Forked path

of destinies divide ,

we stand apart cold

when touch forgets the warmth..

Closing doors

of your heart I felt ,

the cardiac pull

that cant be dealt..

Couldn’t stop you

from drifting away

regret rusts my self-muted to depth

of what I always felt

before we became strangers..

Origamic

Life is like

a paper unfolds

on blank sides

you blot ink cold ,

bleed out the hopes and despair

more you fret the less it cares...

Soothing vibes

lost in a blink

of eyes that see and feel

watch the dance of fate that sealed ,

gleams the chelsea-grin of uncertainty

you turn your eyes to subtle cruelty..

Life is origamic

to three dimensional morals ,

fumbles quick

because are paper strong

judgments slick

as evaluation validates your right or wrong..

Open the folds

to see what’s in store ,

smoother way

with planes or boats ,

fighting through

existence’s winds or waves ,

we make our way

to horizon the death`s coast..

At the shore

we wash away ,

what we see

there is none to say ,

to heaven or hell

we have no clue ,

sudden realization

of life overdue… 

21st Century rants

Life of the Indian youth has become superficial ,

you either get workaholic and forget you are human

or manage d power struggle called relationships ,

to have talent is a burden in disguise

inability to exploit it weighs you down ,

you get names if you have an opinion

or make choices which aren't "mainstream"..

when scales of success is measured with shiny cars ,

to carry a burn-wallet gadget and arm-candies..

Growing expenses but a stagnant pay

makes the man whine all the way ,

when media magnifies scams of billions

and sexual assault makes your gender insecure ,

the youth finds solace in living in denial..

Competition becomes an ugly stampede

to get what you want , you cheat and trample..

On the skeletal pyres of judgements

lie the hypocritic morals of the youth

ticking the check-box of paper-strong ideals

adorn the cloak of holier-than-thou ,

underneath the mask of the skin

an ugly beast thrives within ,

to walk the easy street of victory

fluent we speak the language of lies..

My personal God

Hold my hand

and walk me through
the stairs of life ,
cherish my innocence
that fades with time..

The gift of life
that you gave through pain ,
threads of blood
who tie disciplines onto me
bathe me in the shower of ideals..

No holy books ,
neither hymns of praise
need validate your presence ,
you reveal through selfless sacrifice
a faith where no dogma survives..

With my fading innocence
you become more human ,
I let go your hand
and walk alone on those stairs
which malice make slippery..

Each fall of mine
jolts you in pain
for your forgiving support I yearn
when adulthood mutes my cries ,
but you see the pain that hides in my eyes..

I pay my dues
and falsify your fear of abandonment ,
my selfdom keeps me distant
but the soul whines like a child…

Hour of estranged

Your images still afloat

like waves of forsaken memories ,

it washes to my dried shore

and floods our castles in the sand..

Time and tide waits for none

in their battle I lost the one ,

on the pyres of rotting promises

burns the corpse of star-crossed love..

Seasons of change

lights the pigments of radiance ,

but nothing mutates

in a darkened abyss of infatuation..

Heart starts the ticking dance

like an annoying alarm clock ,

woken up at the hour of estranged

frantic sirens you can’t shut off..

Realized the truth

behind this chemical defect

of my brain that animates,

proud to crack the code of humane pre-sets..

White noise cattle

Cry
till your lungs dry ,
Walk the plank
forfeit the life left blank..

Your worth
academia measures ,
digits speak
and talent mutes..

Spot the weak
spill your victory streak ,
on the skulls of victims
your red carpet tongue redeems...

Terminate till
none left to compete,
listen to the white noise
and follow the orders blindly..

Under the flesh
the corporate robot born ,
never breathes
but chokes the host helpless..

Tidy collars
hides the dirt in folds ,
Cyclops of surveillance stares
under the eye of constant watch..

Feeding the self
we walk like biped cattle ,
for the gamble of sustenance
compromise dreams those used to shine..

Thread of life

Lines on my hand
speak to my tired fate
maps my way
to the end of the thread of life..

The sky sets in disgrace
hides my Sun in its shade
in an eclipse of denial
when truth softens like clay..

Burning life fades
scars of fallen desires
pulls me reluctant
and draws the deadline..

Eyes bone dry
when tears don’t survive
heart turned to ice
in solitude I wait to die..

Sannato ka chakravyuh

Sannato k chakravyuh mein

tu gholta hai apne sapno ka rang,

dhoondhta hai apne dil ki awaaz

jo chhedti hai maayusi ki saaz..

Aaj main

Beh gayaa un yaado main

Zung lagi un khwabo se

Keh rahaa har pal..

Kyu hoga maayusi ka andhera ?

jis dehliz pe baitha hai tu ,

apni duniya khud banaa

jiska hoga samrat tu..

Ruk jaana

Ab na tu mujhse haar mananaa

Jald hi apna waqt aayegaa

Hogi apni subah..

Apne hausle ki barood ko

zidd ki chingaari de ,

tanhaai k andhere mein

dekh jeet ki aatishbaazi..

Behti is zindagi main

Mushqkatt ke dhaagoo se

Seta hu naseeb apna

Tutega ab kyu sapna ?

Ye tanhaai hai angaaro ki chaadar

ise lipatne na de ,

apne hunar ko banaa hathiyaar

aur haar ko shikast de ....

Raaho main chala musafir hu

Khwabo ke jo rung samet

Nirdayi jo wyung kase

Ab rok paaye na mujhe..

Howsle ki laali aankho main

Paas dikhaye vo munzil hain

Jeet ki roshni vo jagaaye

Jab haar k sannato main neend na aaye..    

Mask of Holiness

Lies flowing

lives slowing

trust melts on regret

time is running

out the closing window

suffocating us within

Stiff faces

our society that graces

masks made out of skin

Molds of morals

frigid ideals

fill the gaping flaws  

We feel the pulse

of the crawling sin

competing for cloaked divinity

Hide behind the mask

cant stop rotting in wrinkles

lie through your weakening teeth

Find solace in faking

shed the blotting ink of life

and tick the check-box of ideals

Elevator

Push the button

and call it down ,

climb the top level

or the underground ,

vertical jaws

that welcomes you all ,

the convenient proxy

for a flight of stairs..

Step inside

choose your destination ,

travel in blinded confinement

to the final light at the roof ,

the more join in

the more it stops ,

some proximities to share

with vibes of reluctance ,

opens the door to a new story

where each get off absorbed in self ,

never turn

needn`t care..

Digits run

like push and play

travels through vertigo

as the passengers wait

alerting halts

gives hurried exits

eerie music irritates

but awkward silence persists..

Simulation of life

Born and forced to play

the torrid simulation of life ,

looks like a Russian roulette

but lies under the comforting lie ,

of fairy tales and fables of virtue

who help faking a beautiful journey..

Riding on a see-saw

of right and wrong ,

righteous ideals

are paper-strong ,

minutes to pleasure

are never long ,

fight till you hear

death`s whistling gong..

Hit by friends

hit by foes

when this going to end

no one knows ,

in my rattled head

fury grows ,

tolerate the onslaught

what life throws..

Spinning the void of monotony

a game of chance you play ,

pull the trigger of karma

feel the rush your heart makes

empty the barrel of hope

and paint your wall of fate..

Carry the burden

of guilty and pride ,

but grease of arrogance

will let you slide..

Walk with head-high

through journey of life ,

toil with your days

with duty and pleasure ,

judgement are invalid

the less you tend to care ,

because living the afterlife

there will be no treasure..

Knots of refrain

In your lake like eyes
sinks my broken heart
thy crafted for ecstasy

Tides of lust delude
tie self in knots of refrain
such i hurt you not

Her tress like waterfalls
lost in her soft contoured nape
serenity in her lock`s shade

A child of nature
I crave the forbidden fruit
go numb to penalty

Like mirages in a desert
her mirrored reflections tease
wrecking my sanity..

Eye of the storm

Patience keep hopes afloat

sailing in the ocean of monotony ,

staring at the infinite horizon

we yearn for soil beneath our feet..

Dreams that help you smile

washed awake by the waves of gloom ,

poking at the eye of the storm

you curse your betraying courage..   

This storm becomes a vengeful Cyclops

traps the victim with the lust of ease ,

lost in the winds of inner conflict

in your head alarms the silence of peace..

Pride offends the mask of modesty

insanity triggers in hypnotic desperation ,

stitch shut the gates of emote

devour the occult ruins of the silent storm..

You smell panic in the muted serenity

when ambitions melt in the heat of reality ,

yearnings those reduced to wafer thin ice

in your hand remains a morsel of choices..

The porcelain hero

On a throne you sit
call of nature that makes you shit ,
feel it hard you squat it out
anal pull that makes you shout ,
launching you in a subtle heave
let it out in peace you breathe ,
eats the dirt with mouth wide open
cries and gulps but pain never spoken ,
dirt you wish to leave with a swipe
we divide civility with wash or wipe ,
ode to the throne fill you with disgust
but in the crudity of humor you will trust ..