BLEMISHED PURSUIT

As I grew up,

I wus told -

that passion is in every soul.

there is a dream that is a mirror,

reflecting the feel of hearts interior.

And every individual has a reason,

to follow or abdicate their vision.

As the road travelled when dream is seeded,

is pain and pother giving speed receeded.

During the scented spring season,

within me sprouted a dazzling pompon.

Its realization made my heart bounce,

sacrifices and tough rebellion-

triggered its rhythm to become ounce.

Cold and nasty winters arrived,

flight of fancy exposed to certainty,

battered to morsels of morbidity,

crippling the intent of my life.

In the bed,with faded light,

slumber howls to materialize,

Somberness takes tears disguise,

Anguish reigned for endless nights.

O Wintry Winds! sing in-depth,

lay a chasm on my demise,

Every gust through leaves,

Say a lullaby.

Help me sleep,

and let me dream,

let me breathe,

Off from this world extreme.

Paleness

the days get older,
the luminescence longer,
I am scared,
to watch this light,
that makes me blind.
And It gets me nervous when,
I know I can get shattered.
Feeling of agony,
search for harmony,
My soul can see the right,
It channelizes my mind-
to make everything matter.


There is a very thin line,
cuticlatious and plasmic,
not sparse and fragile,
thwarts my escape from light!
My ivy shadow stoops,
the throes of its clasp,
run through my trunk-
I am pale and discomfited.


Cold waste of years,
As everyday gets dull and grey,
I want to go to the other side,
to feel better.
The Darkness is void,
and it equilibrates my mind.
taking in the no element,
I asphyxiate,
from the detainment and-
turn into bloodless carcass.
In the world of the dead,
there is no broken asunder.

Your glorious angel,

turns down on his wings,

to have the horns,

of the godfather,

whom treachery hails.

As i sublime,

in the thorns of time,

away from the kinship,

spurt my blood,

castigate my torso,

mitigate the luminous,

commend the obscure.

I am sour and raw,

with the games that sacred play,

Lift me high, with the pride

under fiends foresight.

i drift from the bondage,

hands off the Lord,

spill my guts,without rue,

to feel slimy and cursed.

Lay a chasm on me-

Holy dark Lord,

as I move on with devotion

in your awe.

dont let me moan,

as myself attempts to scorn,

to ridicule mankind .

utter the word of reverence,

to the blasphemy,

I count not ,

in the patronized,

but in the one distrusted.

the ill fates of light,

let my divinity be on fire,

and the ghastly sattire ,

testify pyrrhic vicotry.

EMPTY SOULS

the flowers that bloom,on the valley they hail,

the ice that touches moon,on the peaks they congeal,

All this is stalked for human desperation,

slaughtered for land,lumber and emotion.

the fishes suffocate,in the sea of contamination,

the air wails,on the climatic excruciation.

with the plastic dispensation in waters afar,

and carbon emmision becoming the star.

the alligators bellow,slayed for croc sale,

the bears growl,skinned off for apparel,

the elephants trumphet,abandoned for Ivory,

the lions roar,crucified as its human jeopardy,

the falcons chants,considered by the pest,

the tigers growl,cured to drug for clinical test,

the whales sing,to songs of human obsession,

the king cobras hiss,venomed to habitat predation.

we sell our apperhensions,to the comfortable automations,

degrade the earths creation,with our wicked imagination.

the exaggeration of species known as application,

lead to planets lamentation,and natures aggravation.

wake up and see,the destruction caused by you and me.

these mutilations will never leave for the rest of time.

come close and feel,the bleed we caused as we hid in denial.

PIECES' OF ME

No one has ever been by my side!
No one has seen the misery reside
No one gave me the love that I desired!
No one valued my internal care and suicide.

And now there are pieces shining so high
Crying and scattering for liberation by night.
There are a few pieces of me,
That the universe has absorbed,

There are a few pieces of me,

That has turned into a blackhole.

The fire and the sun have a collision tight,
To produce the heat of jealousy to rise
The pieces get absorbed in the dusk of sigh!

Pieces of filth, pieces of fame
Pieces of jolt, pieces of shame
Pieces of life that contrast
Pieces of crib that utter sarcast.

The moon covers the fiery sun

causing an eclipse of emotions,
Which agonize.
And the pieces still tend to lose their might.
These pieces slowly fade to the respite
Leaving me hurt and bruised inside.

A few of them make me feel the dearth
Ferociously eat me up to be disturbed.
There are pieces of me that are scattered apart.
On the road that leads to…
My death so far.

Do me a favor, before I disappear
Walk with me far and high, with a smile
Hold me for warmth, absorb my mistake
Unclear the obscure, heal the pain
Preserve my identity, infect the fake
Come collect these pieces of me.....

-editted by ashwin sharma. thanks bud! :)

DEVIL'S BARN

If there be honey, or flower ,
purity,or water,or air,
God I'll not afear;
If there be knives,and Poison ,
chops,or fire,or suffocation,
embrasure curse I'll till eterne.

Is crimson in my heart and on my lip?
Has dagger of men's speech hit my sleep?
blood hath brought in hearts ,dearth of blood,
As Damned hests human brotherhood,
I will fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
Forsooth, praying to heaven is forbidden act,
My death's sad tale may undeaf his ear.
And younder, to hell I curb face from here,
let me take to death dusty,
that wrath hath words thorny,
darted lies underneath of men's smile,
help compose with human grave have sweet smell.

O my soul,I despell thou,
Not through chains thee has,but the teen that thou through.
you are sick at heart,by the con that men do!
Now thou got non supernatural realm ,
and darkness trot,hand in hand,
to guard the people of sea and land,
guard on thine, guard on mine,
the charm hath the hell in shine.

My memory hath a thousand voice,
And every voice speaks of tale for morrow,
And every tale condemns me of behaviour nice,
And the goodness hath a rooted sorrow.
And therefore since I can venge my Lord,
Hear me Ay Angels loud,loud and louder!
As opes the evil, evil haps to be tall-
Some rise by sin, some by conscience fall!

Nature at its worst!

When you defile the pleasant streams
And the wild bird's abiding place,
You massacre a million dreams
And cast your spittle in God's face.
~John Drinkwater

**I believe that we Indians have a lot of potential and time and now we have proved this too. But i just don't understand what happens to them when it comes to behaving matured at areas where they are to be selfless.This post is my outburst. For years I have been keeping this with me. Today I just felt like sharing it with a few of you who understand me and my blog. I hope after reading this a few of you might start an effort on your own.. the way i have been doing it from the past 10 years.**

Its been 4 years since i have been at Mumbai, and in these four years I have somehow nurtured a strong observer inside me, an observer who looks at the world with a different perspective. Sometimes I believe I am far Superior from others at the thoughts that I own and during my bouts i believe that i am a psycho. In either ways, I have observed the damage that Mother nature has been constantly facing. Main Mumbai is POSH... roads have to plead the construction to not to block the way;Cars blow horn as if its a music which pleases the human ear;people throw food packets on road ,their ticket or coupon just outside the railway station, their bus tickets as soon as they end their road journey ;the beautiful Arabian Sea and the mangrove cultivation gasp for air beneath the colorful bed of thrown polythene's and used slippers and buildings climb on each other as if big Monsters are now being born to eat the scavengers! Above all, there is a few vegetation found haywire in the city as if displaying the "endangered trees of Nature". I am so surprised that people here would be an alien to a plant as simple as "Asoka tree"!

Navi Mumbai is a place far away from the hustle-bustle of the main mumbai, greener, calmer and fresher.But this scenario has been changing off late. The beautiful Kharghar hills which 3 years back used to be cut from human reach has had a few buildings pop up. The parsik hills near nerul have loads of Junk homes which are vacated and have the trees and grass penetrating into their walls. Once in four month some unknown mountain near my hostel has a massive man made fire destroying all the vegetation which took the grip on it.Within 3 years Vashi lake has become dumping ground for the human waste.The belapur creek is filled with polythene bags which come from the population.

Coming to the massive Mumbai=navi mumbai+ main Mumbai-

The poly bags with plastic glasses clutter on the railway track;On the Marine drive , one of the most scenic place of mumbai which unites the land with the water and water further with the endless sky, there are big dustbins installed but people still manage to throw chana-zor garam paper and tea and coffee cups either in the water or on the pavement.no matter how much Indians owe to education their basic behaviour of living dirty just cant quit!! Despite of the great Mumbai municipal endeavour of CLEAN UP!!( a special service to keep the mumbai clean) there are huge municipal dustbins overflowing with rubbish. The pollution emission is very rarely checked on roads resulting into a very contaminated air which has dust with carbon emission from vehicles and to top it all the humidity.

its just not in mumbai! Its everywhere. This pandemic of misusing the Earths resources, destroying the flora and conquering the fauna which leads to a Syndrome- the shifting baseline syndrome-The shifting baseline syndrome is the situation in which over time knowledge is lost about the state of the natural world, because people don't perceive changes that are actually taking place. In this way, people's perceptions of change are out of kilter with the actual changes taking place in the environment,

The thing that i ponder on is-

• Are we so dumb as to not to realise that we are polluting our Earth? I mean people have this attitude of keeping"my area" clean however it doesnot matter to them if they throw the bizarre rubbish in their neighbourhood! Our mind is trained to throw the waste in a Dustbin when at home but on roads when outside.
• Every second day there is a news to kill a leopard or a tiger which has invaded into human boundaries when actually its an inverted situation! the human encroachment is taking place. where would the carnivores feed? ultimately they resolve to eat the human flesh which least pleases their taste buds( as shown by a report).
• Tropical rainforest's are incredibly rich ecosystems that play a fundamental role in the basic functioning of the planet. Rain forests are home to probably 50 percent of the world's species, making them an extensive library of biological and genetic resources. In addition, rain forests help maintain the climate by regulating atmospheric gases and stabilizing rainfall, protect against desertification, and provide numerous other ecological functions. And our country plays a major contributor to them.As these forests fall, more carbon is added to the atmosphere, climactic conditions are further altered, and more topsoil is lost to erosion.

• There are now 41,415 species on the IUCN Red List and 16,306 of them are threatened with extinction, up from 16,118 last year. This includes both endangered animals and endangered plants.One in four mammals, one in eight birds, one third of all amphibians and 70% of the world’s assessed plants on the 2007 IUCN Red List are in jeopardy. and among the top ten extinction species exist the bengal tiger.

  
  

  I dont know how much can I contribute to be an Earth Warrior but a few friends of mine who think on the same wavelength along with me have been giving a small effort towards the Earth and Life by things like-boycotting plastic bags wherever we can; we use the same pen over and over again ; get our extra notebook papers of the different sizes piled together and spiraled to have an extravagous rough notebook ;dilute hand washes so that they can be used longer;being a foodie but just on greens; try save small animals around us from human and traffic miseries; aware our peers that it isn't a shame to act consciously ; joining some of the massive environmental awareness organisation like Greenpeace and a few more things where we as Individuals can contribute.
  

  I plead all of you, who manage to read this to make a difference some small way Because-
  

  "Your love for life, your love for your passion, Your love to dream BIG can only survive If the mother Earth Find its way to being alive!"