An ode to...

This is a poem that I wrote when I went to Khardah, where my Grandfather's house is, and visited some  places that  Grandpa and I used to visit, when I was still little. I agree that this poem might not be technically very good, but it is filled with nostalgia of the highest order.
:) 

Btw, it's the place mentioned is Khardah Ganga-ghat (Adjacent to Kathiababa's ashram)

This is where I belong,

The child inside of me.

This is where we've cast,
So many golden memories.

I remember life, when we were here.

So very simple. Easy, wonderful, and pristine.

We'd hitch a ride together, to the grazing fields,

Where you'd play your harmonica amidst the green,

Sitting under the cool shade of some unnamed tree,

I'd listen and be merry; more than I had ever been.

The meadow grass was always warm and wet.

On which we'd play, sing, fight and even cry.

I never really thought that each kick of the ball,

Would someday bring back tears in my eyes.

I never realised when those days went past us,

Never gauged how fast time flew us by.

. . .

This is where resides,

My innocent, childish soul.

Left in the name of maturity,

And the excuse of growing old.

The old temple grounds, was often the spot,

For secret picnics, skipping school. And though,

I'd always get caught, and even you were scolded;

We both would laugh about it, after a week or so.

We stuck together through thick and thin. And now,

They're my memoirs of 'us'; and I won't ever let go.

We'd sleep on the mounds, we'd swim in the river,
Life was fresh, like the scent of the monsoon air.
Whether staring at stars, or racing our cycles,

Whenever I needed, you had time to spare.

You taught me to listen, and taught me to learn.

I could live freely, because you were there.
. . . 

The world thinks your gone, but you're immortal for me.

Because you now reside, in my heart and memory.
Your words and your thoughts, still guide me along.

Everything that you taught has made me as strong.

I remember your smile; and it still makes me secure,
As I stand where you taught me, everything that I know.

And this is where we parted ways,

With a promise, to meet again.

This is where I learned to face,

Every little ounce of pain.

This is where I've grown up.

And as I always, do believe.
Here I was born, unto myself,

When you taught me how to live.

Hope you all liked it 

The Scar

This is the third song of the little compilation of poems/songs called "The Elementals"
First song in the the series was: "The Timefarer" Which was a song about a person who is a neutral to the world, and is a mere watcher of events.
The second song was called "The Singer" Which was about a girl who does not belong to the mortal world.
She controls the happiness and joy of the people in the world, and is the main reason for mirth in everyone's lives.
 

This song, is called, "The Scar" It's about a symbiot of a being, who feeds of all the illness of this world.
He is the product of our hate and rage, and he is stronger than ever.

The Scar.

The scourge of the land.

The badge of the damned,

The abandoned; the deserted, and the hurt.

The master of disdain.

A poster child of pain,

He is the scar on the face of our Earth.

Limping in his stride,
Arms are open wide.
He's grinning in dismay.

He whispers, hear him say...

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah.... 
Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...
 

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . . 

A dark angel in disguise,
The preacher of demise.
Teacher of dissent and sullen rage.

He is the shadow of,

Trust, care, joy and love.
He's the patron saint of the modern age.

He's walking on and on,
His soul grows even strong,
As faith grows small, and weak,
Hear him, when he speaks.

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah.... 

Dwell on the emotions both fake and hollow,
Share the fear of an impending tomorrow,
Fill the sky with tunes of misery and sorrow.
Yeah...

Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...
 

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . . 

My December

"My December"

The things we took for granted.

The ones that gave us pain.

And moments never wanted,

We see them once again.

Is this how its supposed to be?

My life in winter rain.

Alone, and drenched, and drowning, 

In emotions unexplained.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That I'm happy, and I'm sure.
Inside four homely walls.
With my future, safe; secured.

But I,

I'm looking through the window,

With silent screams for help.

Looking at a world; wet and cold,

That I've carved out for myself.

It's my December. My December,

Lies been pouring all along.
I'll make myself a shoddy shelter,
From all the things that I've done wrong.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

. . .

The skies are getting darker.

Faith lies six feet deep.

My heart is numb and heavy.

And my head, it begs for sleep.

The winter chill surrounds me,

As my skin begins to break.

I guess I'm still searching out,

Reasons for my mistakes.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That there's sunshine on my back.
Inside four homely walls.
And my dreams are still on track.

But I,

I'm looking through the frost,

In a sullen state of mind.

Looking at my world; wet and cold,

And I'm trying my best to hide.

From my December. My December,

With no time to stop and speak.

Of repentance, and assurance,

Love is lost, and hope is bleak.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

 . . . 

Maybe

"Maybe"




Welcome to my life.
This is where I have arrived.
Everyone who ever cared and loved.
This is what they've been contriving of.
 
My mind, where I belong,
My judgment of whats right or wrong,
Where flickers the spark of realisation,
Where reality breaks into imagination.
 
Its all a part of what I am.
The people I've met, everywhere I've been till now .
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.

. . .


I've never got what I've ever wanted.
Or thats the way we'd all like to see it.
Cause you never get what you don't deserved.
Neither in war, and never ever in love.
 
And in my chest, a beating heart.
That brings us close but sets apart.
Which taught me how to hate, and care.
And emotions dipped in 'la contaire.'
 

Its all a part of what we are.
No matter where we've been, or where we are now.
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.
. . .

:)

The dream

I closed my eyes last night,
And saw us walking in the pale moonlight
Down the street, with the settling snow,
Looking at the playgrounds, that ain't there anymore.

We could feel the night grow old,
You were looking so beautiful, yet cold.

So, on a subtle note, I drew my overcoat,
Around your shoulder, and began to shiver silently.
And you did understand. So you took my hand,
Your touch, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.
So perfectly....

Skipping on the path by the lake side.
Under the stars in a moonlit sky.
Then we sat, on the lake-front bench,
Love was in the air, and we both got drenched.

The barren trees, gave us company,
We listened to them sway, in the icy breeze...

You put your sleepy head, On my shoulders, and said,
"Promise that you'll be there, and never leave me."
And I hugged you to be sure, and my heart felt so secure,
Coz your words, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.

Together we'll stand. Forever hand-in-hand.
Against the world that fights and hates so aimlessly.
We'll never let us frown, or let each other down,
Coz we complete each other, like a missing key.
So perfectly...


:)

The singer.

I have no idea what this song is about.

"The Singer:"

A vagabond sits on the grass,

Strumming her guitar.

She pens down all her sullen dreams,

Of sunny days and scars.

She sets aside her wayward thoughts,

And puts them into sound.

And a magic spell enthralls the world,

Spreading all around.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

The music seems a piece of heaven,

Like the sun on a winter day.

The soothing essence of her spirit,

Washes tears away.

Her speech; it seems so crisp and clear,

But she hides a solemn frown.

Her image forms her silhouette,

And her voice, it shakes the ground.

She keeps thinking of her troubled past,

As the intensity seems to grow.

Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,

As the words continue to flow.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Her verses paint a picture to her rotten past;

She's still singing.

It serves a stark contrast to all the smiles and joy,

That she's bringing.

All around her, emotions and perceptions,

They ebb and flow.

She'll sit and sing forever, coz she' got no one to meet,

Nowhere to go...

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Timefarer

After a long, long time, I've written a song, and been completely content with it.
Feels good to be proud of something you made. :)
Another (kinda)spontaneous composition...

"Timefarer"

He's the Timefarer,

And he's walking away.

As the hills turn to dust,

As the souls kneel to pray.

With tired eyes,

He's walked past joy and demise.

He's the Timefarer,

And he doesn't have a say.

Though he's seen the sun rise,

And kingdoms decay.

He walks alone.

With feelings written on stone.

He remembers every sight and sound.

Of celebrations, and of battlegrounds.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

He knows the balance of bad and good.

And you might think him, misunderstood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

He's the Timefarer,

And he's treading on the edge.

Keeping his solemn word,

Of an unspoken pledge.

To carry on;

Through circumstances come and gone.

He's the Timefarer,

And his knowledge is his prize.

He can see the scent of purity,

And pick out the truth among lies.

He travels forth,

To find out what our lives are worth.

He remembers everything he's seen.

Every nook and every corner he's been.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

And he knows that if he would,

We might have to pay in sweat and blood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

Ah, whatever. (Stop-start)

Wrote this song in 7 minutes tops, and I don't know what it's turned out to be.

Kind of a mismash of feelings, it flowed spontaneously out of the system, really.

Hope you enjoy it.

"Stop-start"

Stop dead, and I'm loose,

Treading as I snooze,

My destination is too far away.

Resting one last time,

The feeling's so sublime,

Like gelatin in my brain...

A sullen sensation,

Has been building up so long,

I get the feeling, I should yell.

I'm so sick and tired,

And I'm screaming half this song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

This road's left me to rot,

On this infinity knot.

Where life's an iterating anecdote.

Fearing the unseen,

Chasing blurring dreams,

I'm not sure which one way, I should go...

I've been away right now,

For time frames just too long,

Got a lot to hear and a lot to tell.

Circumstances make me,

Whine out half this song.

It's gonna find it's way to hell...

Ideas in my head,

Burn in my eyes, instead;

Memories add fuel to the flames.

Heart's on overdrive,

But seem so calm outside,

Searching out a detour for blame.

Been swimming in quicksand,

And I'm floating along...

With a thousand notions, to dispel.

My soul's asphyxating;

I'm panting through the song.

It's time to wake up and rebel...

Gonna stop whining now,

'Bout what has done me wrong.

Though its ringing in my head, like a bell.

I think about my road ahead,

And I forget half the song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

(to hell)

that's me in khajjiar. :)