The Wandless Magician

Somewhere in the corner of our minds,
Somewhere in the cockles of our hearts,
Somewhere inside us,
we are waiting.
To see a miracle,
to sight some magic,
waiting for a saviour,
a Ram,a Jesus or a Prophet,
to drag us out of our miserable lives.
A hunchback walking straight
A blind able to see
A barren woman becomes the epitome of Isis.
Our belief in god strengthens when we witness a miracle.
Why does our faith needs a proof?
Does god needs to prove himself that he is "above all"?
He already has.
With every single breath I take,
with my heart thumping inside me,
with each sunset and each sunrise,
with each flower unfolding its colors,
with each wave in the sea,
with each thunder in the sky,
with each bird that flies.
I witness a miracle daily.
He is a Wandless Magician.
But we believe in special effects.
Ain't we?

Pieces

Black?
Brown?
White?
Yellow?
A Caucasian?
A Mongoloid?
African American?
Jewish?
Quarter of an Indian?
Turkish Muslim?
An Indian Muslim?
A Catholic white or
a Protestant black?
A Brahmin Hindu or
an untouchable Hindu?
My head is spinning.
I'm tired.
I'm all.
I'm none of it.
I'm a human being,
not the pieces you have created.

Invitation to my Dreamland

I have a dream,
To walk on the rainbow,
play with the colors,
make the sky my easel.

I have a dream,
to travel in space,
feel eternal,feel the nothingness.

I have a dream,
to sing a song,
a song which is sung by whole humanity,
a song uniting all souls together.

I have dream,
that someone shares all of my dreams.
Be my brush strokes,
Be my spaceship,
Be my voice.
This is an invitation to my dreamland.
Come and make it true

my thoughts: Maybe...

my thoughts: Maybe...
No,I was not inspired by any real incident.I had a very weird dream the night before in which I was in the same situation as the man on the streets.but I wrote with the perspective of the other man to show that how helpless we are in such situations,so scared,so hesitant.By writing this poem I want to say that bravery and courage are not easily found.Its hard to put the need of others before our needs.atleast for me it is.

Maybe...

It was dark.
The street lonely.
I was hurrying back home,
anyone would,
these uncertain times.
out came a cry 'help'
A man's voice.
I paused for a second
again he shrieked,
a heart rendering shriek,
Now I hurried back home
my pace doubled.
The screams kept ringing in my ears
till i reached a 'safe distance'.
Oh!how it cringed my flesh,
that heart rendering scream.
I was glad to reach the safety of my home,
so warm and comfortable,so safe.
The man in the streets,I left him to his own devices.

Sometimes(perhaps once in a year or so),
my conscience pricks itself,
reminding me of the man in the street.
what happened that night?
Maybe he died,
Maybe he is crippled,
Maybe a
widow somewhere is shedding tears in grief,
Maybe a
son's eyes somewhere are bloodshot with rage and vengeance
Maybe I could have helped....

But before sinking too deep in the pit of guilt,
I retrieve myself.
Guilt takes the shape of doubt.

Maybe he was a hoax,
a gang perhaps(the Others,I'm sure)
Maybe he thought he has seen some sort of apparition.

But these doubts of mine are crushed
when I am reminded of the scream,
that heart rendering scream.

Maybe I could have done something,
Maybe my righteousness is just a farce.
I do nothing other than consoling my heart.

Believe me,whenever I remember this incident,
it begins with being ashamed at my uselessness
and ends with a series of maybes and maybe nots.
Maybe I'm not righteous or just or even human,
Maybe I am
for maybe i saved one life that day,
that of my own.

Empty spaces

Empty houses
Empty schools
Empty parks
Empty temples
Empty graveyards
Empty roads
Empty streets
I see the world empty.
Is it really empty
or am I deluded.
Even if I am,
but what about
our hearts?
I feel a void there
created by us
when we lied and didn't repent,
when we stole and didn't repent,
when we raped and didn't repent,
when we killed and didn't repent,
when we turned our motherland into abattoirs
for all the" good reasons"
of course we didn't repent then
after all it was done for a "good reason"
Place a mirror.
which one is the object
which one is the reflection?
what is reality
what is illusion?
Empty world or empty heart?
Is emptiness engulfing us
or are we engulfing the emptiness?
I feel empty
I feel full,
empty of goodness
full of evil.

MY HATE HITLIST

p.s- This one is dedicated to all my enemies{which are very few in no}

Loving
Caring
sharing and fun
frolicking
partying
gaming
long gone

now is the time for
duels and fights
some punching and thrashing
some kicks and some bites
Now here goes a message to all
my hate fans
die, die the hard way
DIE HARD

Gone are the days when i used to be innocent
Gone are the days when i thought you were innocent
I only wish to wring ur necks
to scrounge your face
to break your legs
so you come,
you have come on the wrong side of me
here goes the message again from me
Die, die the hard way
DIE HARD

No time for long talks
no time for you sticky warts,
Only revenge
raw and spikey
from all you jenny asses and dickie birdies
die, die the hard way
DIE HARD