Drunk, am I?

Depressed and lonely, art thou?
Remember the good old times
Drink and make merry
To woes and enemies alike, bid adeiu

Life's short, couple hours' show
Pain and gambles, many they are though !
A peg scotch, one sip tequeila,some rum
Few beers, and a quarter vodka to sail you through

Melancholic tunes and your smile, just intoxicating
Sad movies and lonely times, I'm feeling
Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

My mind soars high, in the clouds
Like a bird, I sing aloud
I try, to hug the silvery moon
As it drowns into the sea, so soon

Not for woes, not for love,I drink
I do, so that out of my senses I seem
And I can know where to blame things on
As I cork open unbottled poetry,spot on

One more round,few more shots
And in a moment of confusion,I'd be caught
I'll also think of things to say
From play, the fray to even e-bay

Today, here I'm, high on booze
Tomorrow, you'll find me in gutters
Stinking bad,low on wit, after hangover blues
But, all this would have been so true
Had I been since drinking
Ad not sit down to write poetry,after a sip of brue

I-ii

I'm bad, so much that even devils fear

I'm good, more than an angel appear

I'm black,I'm white

Colours never know my life's plight
They no more shine bright

Maybe just little shades of dark and light !

My hands,my legs are weak
No sprints, I fight no more
Fragile I may seem, yet agile I am
My spirit,however,crumbles no more
In its quest, free like the roaring shore !

With you, I smile

Why waste a tear, in moments  worthwhile !

Truth I speak, lies I despise

Yet wonder

Can above the rest, I rise?

Of my existence, no one else know
No fear, no tensions,no fake emotions to show
Maybe I won't reach the heights you achieved
But, I also won't drop too low

Average and mediocre I am, they say
Maybe unlike you, I can't make 'today' my day !

Sometimes, even I'm confused

Standing at the crossroads,which path to choose

Explore my chances, or walk down the used?

Things I do aren't perfect

Neither am I, as my flaws reflect

You aren't either, with due respect .

Imperfections I adore

For they're the results my actions bore

At times, even as I live, I die

A rather lifeless soul, I sigh !

I love life as much as its end
Even the thrills at the crossroads and bends
Knowing how
Even the spices of life,death blends

Me

I'm not what you think
I too exist, like every other being
Like you, I too smile
Even in pains
Dance while it rains
Faceless just like you
Not for fear,but just being new
Yet
Even as you turn your back
I continue my stride forward
Making my own destiny
And shaping dreams of yours

Random Class Notes-I

He looked at his watch again,t'was late. She must have been asleep by now.He still vividly remembers the first night they were together.She slept; while he sat by her side and watched her till the wee hours,just like today.She looked beautiful in sleep,innocent like a child;the word brought out a smile on his wry lips. And as the first rays of sun fell on her cheeks, he had kissed her softly.Things had changed with time, a lot since the last summers,when they were in constant touch.He had moved out to a small town, in search of employment;it was the last he had seen of her.She too had changed,the child in her had grown up,he knew.Now, as he stood outside her house, he wished if things could be the same again.T'was too much to ask for,perhaps.Still, the prospect of seeing her one last time was too much for him. He climbed up the window sills, and stood there, looking at the peaceful serenity on her pretty face.He kissed her,as with the syringe he bade goodbye to the one he always loved.It was morn, when he decided to go back to the gallows ,where he was to be hanged today.He smiled one last time, satisfied at his own effort.

C’mon, you can do it, like you always do,” he coaxed her. She was amazed how he could so easily inspire her. She needed to talk to him, like the daily dose of drugs that had kept her going. From a random online friend to a best friend, things had changed planes since, she couldn’t complain; she cherished even little moments of that virtual reality. An average artist, she thought of herself thus and yet a compliment from him made her feel on top of the world. Few comments and then topics give way to one another, like an inexhaustible pile; he was content to listening mostly. Her confidence grew, her works too improved as if infected by her smile, and so thus his passion to live each day beautifully. She wanted a face for her stranger; he was content to resist the temptation, perhaps he feared waking up rudely from a beautiful dream. She made plans, he just nodded, frightfully delivering excuses while she complied. The cartwheel of time cemented the invisible bonds, and he surprised her by wishing to meet her before she was to leave abroad. “How should I identify you?” he enquired. “Why? You’ve seen so many pictures of mine not to recognize me. Anyway, I’ll be at the station,” she said. He arrived and waved unknowingly, expecting her to be somewhere around. Elated beyond words, she rushed forward, going past the blind crippled guy she ignored; he expected a rude awakening as he called out to her. She turned, shocked, recognizing the familiar voice, with a smile concealing perhaps her visible disappointment. He had never seen her, nor her paintings, a blind he was after all. Nevertheless, she hugged him tight and cried-remembering her favourite saying” love is blind”. It sure was.

DeathNote

I'm confused
Should cheap cocaine,few pills do?
With cover on face,hang by rope,should I?
Is drinking the cup of silence,an option?
Or should I shoot myself?

Fear not death, not life either
Tis not weakness,strength it is neither
Wish I could wipe few more tears
But,I'm dead,left all my pain and fears

Blood's all around
As if smeared on a clown
Excuse all the blood,sir
For,they know not
As to what made them spill !

Things went wrong,out of control
And maybe I too
The right to be wrong,I won't regret
For,even if I lived
No more than another lifeless soul

Who cares,if I cease to exist?
Except those
Whose tears I choose not to see
On you,If I made an impact
I'm sorry,I chose to end the strife
Between life and death,and took my life
To me,it seemed an easy way out
Don't mourn for me,shed tears of sorrow
Smile for your better tomorrow,for I'm
Just someone you're better without !

Perhaps,I will soon be forgotten
You too will talk,of a portrait I resembled
Of what I could have been
Sadly enough,you never knew
The part that was me.

How I feel,wish I could say
But then,perhaps the day is not today !

I

I can't write like you, I wish I could.
Nor the paint in the canvas I can do
You read of great people,their works
You sing,the melancholic tunes
Dance to the tune of air flowing past
Even those things I can't do.
I think
Of the green paddy-fields
The tears in a mother's eyes
See how lost an unemployed father feels
Of a son who failed himself
You say I'm Gothic,trapped in the past
I say I just love the night
The immense hope it portrays
The sun that awaits us with light
The defeat that compels us to fight back !

I sound hollow, I know I do
No matter how well-read you are
Books can't solve problems
Except sometimes, for a cue

With time,things differ
People and situations too
Evil and vain, I mayn't be
Yet,a martyr,for good's sake
To be or not to be,I wonder,I do
And I know you too

Hope high and dream big,I dare not
Tag me cynic,I know you might
With my feet on ground,eyes on the sky
Slowly and steadily I walk
'Cause that's what I have been taught
And that's how I choose to live by