Where

I was there, right there.
sitting on the bench.
Clock was ticking.
Did not know what was going on
and what I was doing there.
But whatever it was, it was scary.
Then a call was made. Showing the half time was over.
For me it was completely over.
Everybody was staring at me.
I was in a mess.
Could not write what ever was in my mind.
Perhaps I should have prepared for the situation.
I know the past wasn't so good.
That has always annoyed everyone.
But where I get from there.
Past can never be changed unless you make a time machine and travel in past.
But making that was not my destination.
But where I get from here.
Does it make any sense that
whatever I was trying was completely mess,
a complete garbage.
May be I had not tried my best.
May be I did not focus.
May be I was not the one.
But that "may be" always confused me.
well the time was over.
And I was out Completely out.
Out of time, out of mind.
Where do I have to go?
Question is as dark as this universe.
Where you're only privileged to ask questions.
Because you may not like some answers.

may be answer is somewhere inside me......

The Universe

It is vast, big and dark. Beyond imagination. Well dark spaces hides more than we can ever see or think.

But why does this happens, why it is playing games. Smart people are always trying  reverse engineer the universe. Where do they get?

Getting more worse as they start knowing this universe. Get more confused about it. But some people who never bestir about this are enjoying their lives imagining some assumptions to be true.

But as John Lenon said," Beatles are more famous than Jesus." Got killed for that but left really a question about the those assumptions.

A meet in the street

There was a woman in the street,
wearing long clothes and golden chain.
She was not expected neither she was pleased
to be in the place not in her rein.

she was hungry and was in lust
no food could plead her.
She forged her wish with rust
and iron nobody bother.

she was hungry of power
she was hungry of beauty
But no man cold deny her
she was alluring and pretty

she was in search of something
that she had lost,
she was forcefully invited
and to keep the story hot.

near the steel pole she saw the man
who had asked her to meet
reluctantly she acted on the plan
but he was not the one she wanted to greet.

..continued

Artificial Guitar

they were notes and some harmonics

that started a transformation to new world

a separate world where laws were different

a separate time where  people were different

where sun shone for years and 

moon lightened for thousand

that strike that made to bring the electricity

made us to forget the fucking gravity

and everyone flew, everyone knew

this was the best and the worst off course

made everyone cry

made everyone die 

a heat that radiated

to all the dimensions

a light that pleasured all the stars

it was the strike of Artificial Guitar

The Universal Human and Machine Language

A language that can fulfill the requirements of communication between any two parties being human or machines.
A language that is easy to translate to any other language.
A language that is universal.
Easy to learn, sweet and have many accents.
Actually very sweet indeed
Easy in the sense that it inherits popular languages like English and Chinese
A language that is bit complex and a mini statement can elaborate large scenarios like Sanskrit do.
It would basic search engine language.
Definitely  gonna use graphics communication.
That is worth a project.

Under bed

what is on the roof
what is under bed
is that the same soup
mother served with bread

as gazing to the star
once in future there will be
spaceship travelling very far
and in its control there will be
whole universe

it is like the bicycle
riding with a cacophony
seems that to neighbor
but for me it is harmony

seriously what is underneath my bed
is that a ghost waiting
or a witch coagulating
some magic liquid

I'm afraid to look
I'm curious to know
but always make me imagine
too many bright eyes in a row.

Oh I know Oh I know
it what father said
dreams that you sow

Deactivation

Cut off completely
no clue no trace
getting lost completely
no picture no chase

Because I have deactivated
my facebook at last
it feels good but don't know
how long it is going to last

I know it will be helpful
to focus on blogger
I know it is fantastic
to write my journal

when it rhymes
and it don't sometimes
but it is beautiful feeling
that give a extravaganza

it was celebrated
by cooking noodles
it was tasteless
but still stomach warming

All I need is more deactivation
from the death from the life
from my karma and from my every crime

obviously
isolation and deactivation together
would make my end better

समय 

Don't look back

there was a connection
no matter how far physically we were..
but there was a connection
no matter how resented we were...

it was not only attraction
it was much more than that
that have touched the emotion
the way you looked back

definitely not your eyes
that made us both feel innocence
it is the light coming from eyes
when you elegantly looked back

do it once in winter
do it million times in spring
it would always be greener
and we both aren't going to a loose any string

hold it tight in your eyes
hold it firmly in your heart
because when I would rise
you would not want to take part

because only thing you do is
An elegant look back.....

Where the poor die

A rich died
A politician died
A musician died
A scientist died
and there was dull silence

as
but poor have died already

poor died at every ray
of sunlight is produced
poor died in the hay
livability is reduced

none matters if earth refuses
none taken if earth die

everything is money talking
everything is money doing
we're slaves of money then to our genes

because everything is planned
everything is cursed
from the iPhone to washing machine

we're not engineers of life any more
we're just copying and cheating

because communism die here
capitalism lives..

education is bad
life is worse
this is the place where bad people rule
this the place where selfish rule

as you stand and view the universe
this where a poor die
and a leader rises
enthusiasm rises
in the blood in the soul
in their hearts
to rise again and again
until humanity live

there was no hope
there was belief
it was religion
a religion to trust
a religion to believe in truth
and fight all the lies
it is the place where a poor die
and another stands for revenge 

marijuana

The undefined

Besides the hills,
beneath the tree
beyond a river,
above the see

A giant was living there
An ogre was starving there
He was as hungry as he was hairy
he was as dangerous as he was  outrageous

He traveled and traveled
to a village he had trembled
found some pets
found some kids
ravaged them furiously
and ate them

and ate them
now he walked alone and wandered through the path
he enjoyed the man architecture and their bath

saw a well and jumped in for the water
as he was thirsty but no more soon
he jumped like a hell
and was trapped in very before noon........

he could not climb he could not rhyme
he was hungry he was eager
to taste the freedom again
to rise and make world insane...

he could not climb, he could not climb
stones were slippery
every time he climb he fall on his knees..

could see the sunlight and was missing the openness
people found him there and were very angry
they despised they dramatized
they put the oil and burned the beast

half of him was burning
and rest of him was demanding
freedom ! he spoke
freedom ! he told

Insanity

Insanity is what we used to call complete childhood..

we know nothing that can stop us

The work, we did not do that we could

We know nothing that can hurt us

Childhood that is always remembered

a time that always passed too fast

seeming too fabulous and pleasured

we got there to learn

we got there to learn

to prepare for the war..

war to fight for the insanity

that would give us the freedom

that would give us the serenity ........

because someone has to rise against

someone has to fight against

to kill and to be killed for

because war is never over..............