Where do we go from here…

Why are we the way we are?

In some world above so close,

in here so far.

Paddling along the same stream

yet, never at par.


Some are rich hence considered good,

and poor is mostly bad.

Some of this religion are

always fighting with some of that.


The perimeters of beauty have been limited.

i thought we all were made of same stars.

These inequalities are the deepest wound,

and segregation we create the ugliest scar.


Festering roots of conflict,

might one day eat us away.

If soon we don’t realize

that different people have different ways.


Only together we can create,

paradise on earth.

Or else we should refrain,

from giving another birth.




Stories of the scattered dreams,

and that of the forbidden fruit,

the one wish a genie grants,

what if everything is truth!


Have you ever thought?

Maybe, the battles with dragons were really fought.

And all the scattered dreams were just tears,

the forbidden fruit was nothing but fear.

What if the genie’s wish, was only a bait dear?

Did the dragons really breath fire?

Or were they the demons of our burning desire.


Are we even real and do we see,

realty the way it is supposed to be.

Were we ever free?

Or our freedom was gone,

as soon as we were born.

You, the ship of Theaseus

With the history of a blank page,
The ship set its sails for the first time.
On board with Theaseus were a few Athenians,
Who were to sail for glory,
And to earn a dime.

Songs with their names would echo they thought,
Indeed it happened with the treasures they brought.
But in every travel the ship lost a hand,
And it was replaced by a stronger by a stronger man,
And every broken piece of wood was replaced with a new plank.

In no time the names from the songs changed,
The broken planks were forgotten.
All the old sails sank in Mediterranean,
Were replaced by new cotton.

The glory chasing purpose transformed to trade.
What will happen to its name,
What will be the ships fate!
Was it Theaseus or the crew,
Or was it the purpose that held it all together.
Or is it the travel of time the ship saw,
That will make it unique forever.

Minding my own belief.

Life is a mere conflict of believes,

Both from the inside and the outside.

You see,

The Christians went on the crusades,

Only for their faith, they believed to be right.

It was inner conflict that revealed to them,

True nature of things in plain sight.


The wheel of dharma turned when,

Ashoka conquered himself and not the world.

Spreading his belief in peace that all understood,

He became a great one.


The few years we are here on the planet,

I think should not be wasted,

Fighting against someone’s believe,

Or Defending the truth you never tasted.


I feel kant was right

To criticise, the fight plato and aristotal begun.

He said,

To see knowledge in its true form,

All the dogmas first need to be done.


To untangle your own wool,

Rather than poking what your neighbour has spun.

Will restore upon you a better clearity,

And a life that would be fun.


Am I free

Tried to Open my eyes this morning,
Found my eyelids were in chains.
They were heavy and I was unable to see,
And this feeling pertained.
Somehow with half of the visual,
I interpreted the world.

Bumping every other minute into someone,
I walked cursing the world.
With a few distorted colours I saw,
I inferred how everything looks.
The missing shades and the lines,
My ignorant mind readily cooked.

Somehow i Got into conflict,
with everyone who came along and disagreed.

Trusting my vision that was too limited,
And mind that was not free.
I walked down the road
As if I was the only one who could see.

Deep down I guess I knew,
This wasn’t the reality.
My mind soon was flooded,
With questions on logic, reason and morality.
Agitated that day,
I sat around the corner.
To my surprise what I notice was clinging chains everywhere.

The fortune teller

Shadows moving West to East,

and faces flowing like a stream.

Someone sitting across the road,

lost in dreams.

With a stick in his hand and

A coin in pocket,

He wants to change the world.

With a blurry vision and foggy eyes,

he looks at the sun.

Shoots at strangers with his stick,

Pretending it’s a gun.

Thought he was a fortune teller,

and that he could see through.

By tossing a coin he decides, for his dreams to come true.

With many thoughts and a few dreams,

confused and lost he seemed.

Thinking was it gold, was it peace

or was it love, of that he dreamt.


Explorer I was supposed to be..

I want no North

I want no South,

no east i want, nor west.

Give me back the land we roamed upon,

the seas we traveled and it would be the best.


Take back your nations

And all your boundaries,

with all the fences that came for free.

Take back your false center of powers,

and all your concrete money trees.


Just give me back the world Homer talks about.

And the explorer I was supposed to be.

Demon Slayer

This is the story of the boy that i knew.

Thought he could bring down the mountain if he wanted to.

Unaware and Ignorant,

all the things in the world he wanted to do.


Had no mirror to show him his strength,

Nor anyone to reflect his weakness.

With closed eyes he thought he could play chess.

One day packed his bag with all of his mess,

left for a trip thinking he was blessed.


And as he traveled he saw himself,

in his shadow,

as sometimes a dwarf and sometimes an elf.

In every step he was perplexed.

The carefree steps were now complex.

And a little smile was also heavily taxed.


He reached a desert with a demon to fight.

Ferocious it was, and ready to bite.

The boy picked the knife and held his nerves tight.

I will slay the demon and then there will be light.


He thought, despite the beating he got

he still fought.

Kept on getting up and the demon finally lost.

He said,

It’s done now and enough i have bled.

With overwhelming joy he tossed his head.


Then an unknown voice from somewhere said,

This ain’t the end and wont be over unless you are dead.

Draining Thoughts

in a strange land untouched by time.                     coming back
my mind floated there.
in perfect rhyme.
life was easy friends were close.
even snow wasn’t cold.
free i was not. but never felt chained.now i m a freeman.
but thoughts have drained.
dreams have faded.
and joy chained.now the wonder world is gone.
its now the moon of dawn.
there is the sun now.
all i want is a shade.
waiting for sun to fade.
everyone is so pale now.
with eyes so strange and mind so full.
tied in chains with heavy weights to pull.
though the chains aren’t real nor is the weight.
dreams i could see now, are nothing but bait.