I am Handcuffed.....

All these your gods, I have worshipped a lot,

Praising them all, to fill up my own pot……

Now I come to know, the fear behind this all,

I see the helplessness, behind my every call…….

What I used to call love pure,

Was just a business, that much I am sure….

How much let be my sacrifice, I was just selfish,

Though dwelling in water, a thirsty fish…

A drop rising on the surface, how much ever you force,

Will go again in the stream, of course….

So I am with all my so called stuff…..

How much let me run, I am handcuffed.

The way, is too long.....

Whatever I do to stop this game,

The game goes on getting more and more fame….

I was afraid, even to enter the race,

Now I am running, whatever may be the pace…

Tired when I am of this running,

I find out, some reason cunning…..

But the one, who treats all the applications,

Has many many, of his own reasons…..

Seeing me crying, he just comes along,

Says, ”just go on running, the way is too long…..”

Drink Drop by Drop.....

Drink drop by drop

Oh my dear fellow….

Unlimited is the Flask

 Infinite the bellow…..

 You are bothered by the drop..

Poor Buddha took flask to the lips…

Immeasurable was his sorrow,

Immeasurable the grief….

This is not a drop of Sorrow…

This is the knife……

To cut open your consciousness

And, and to swipe….

Swipe away the ignorance,

Allow the drops to fall….

Slowly slowly,

Will dissolve away the wall…..

Trust Me....

It is generally heard that,

People give according to what they generate…..

I just give out…….

Whatever is left, it is in the hands of fate……

People run away,

From the very truths of life……

When truth comes to me,

It is nothing but a lie……

It is often said,

That life is a risky game…

For me, let it be risky or anything,

A game, is a game…

I have to no money….

I have nothing to have…

But trust me oh Dear,

I have been no one denied by....

Give me the Fire....

The first time,

For asking something…

You gave everything;

Without being asked

Just like an egg….

Sufficient with what it needs…

You showered though I had no capacity to contain…..

You poured

Though I had no will to contain…..

But I flowered….

With whatever percolated……

I have heard…

More grass, more water….

More water, more grass…….

The grass is growing….along with the bushes….

Bushes of ego…..bushes of lust…..

When I cut bushes, cut is the grass….

I know, I love the bushes…..

So I cry…..

Why should I love them? Though they are the reason....

Reason for everything….

You gave everything….

But today I accept…..

I lack something….

The fire…..

I am cold…

Just like a furnace….which never burnt….

Today I ask for something……

Something which I don’t want….but what I badly need…..

Give me some Fire…..

Give me some Fire….

To the Night Star

Torn I am with troubles in the life….

Totally lost in this game……

Though I am giving full thrust,

Every effort is made lame……

Colours in the life…..

Are rather too dark…..

To clear the darkness,

I, I need the spark….

I am submerged completely….

In the water of my wills……

I enjoyed a lot…..

Now, paying the bills…

Oh you night star?

Do you ever come down?

I am striving to climb up…

And I have become just a clown…

You have the spark……..

You are mild…….

Here I get only ash,

Then I just go wild…

Here I beg you….

Send me the spark

And I must not go wild…

So, in the packet of a drop…

I need the Idol...

Let it be Handmade

Or a mind made Idol,

I am a worshipper,

And I need an Idol…

To hang up the loads…..

Which I can’t bear….

To not to start the journey,

Which I fear……

I go on changing,

So the Idol does….

There is only journey,

There is only fuss…..

I have created this god,

Because I can’t face myself

And now I am slave of Him,

So, now no blame on my Self

If I throw this Idol,

Who will take my sin on his head?

With whom I will console myself?

When I am on death bed?