Autobiography of Three Dots

Fingers start tapping...
On the virtual letter board - tik-tik-tik
It’s not the clock ticking -
It’s just the fingers clicking...
You type and type and keep on typing
Yet I am the only one to be appeared...
I am aware:
 I am just a recess
Between your chats...
I usually buy time:
To refine your thoughts,
To suppress your immediate reactions,
To hide your real emotions,
To fix all your errors...
I make you shake your head,
And raise your eyebrows;
I keep you restless and curious...
I am the most conversed language
Among most of the soulmates...
When the worldly needs and deeds
Sadly break them up forever...
Many a time, I hold them together!
When every lettered word fakes it up,
I am the one always holds the truth...
I know everything but never reveal a word;
I am the best confidant of everyone of you...
Also I swallow many beautiful verses
And many more horrible curses...
Though I am vulnerable with numerous crosses
That strike off genuine utterances,
I am rustic and real...

Uncertain Tomorrows

Time to time self doubts engulf,

Failures keep on embracing,

Decisions are totally daring;

Owning the society’s misfit tag,

Never abide by the set rules;

Always stuck with poverty 

And uncertain tomorrows;

Emotionally exhausted - 

Dreams keep on dying

One by one day by day;

Yet they are the drive...

Deadlines of the time never tethered 

Hope and trust never withered

Fear of the future never bothered

Living organic and authentic 

Alone matters above all

Know not where does the ride take;

Yet dare not by the insecurities

Always sleep with a satisfaction!

Nothing but Everything!

This huge big ball called earth

Evolves everyday

Yet, revolves in the same axis!

No past or present or future is better;

The elements and time,

The birth and death,

Begin and end at the same destination!

The random particles evolve to a form

And dissolve to nothing every day;

Good and bad; right and wrong

Collide at a gravitational singularity...

In the whole spectrum of universe

Nothing is either real or tangible;

What a mocking mystery we live!

Dreadful Life

Those forever happy-ending stories linger

Beyond a time limit!

A mortal life - A known fact

The mockery is faith and hope;

We always choose a harder way to live through,

Too busy in losing ourselves in oblivion,

Of meaningless relationships,

Very rarely notice the beauty,

Of living moments that fade away,

In a fraction of second;

Time and Timelessness:

Just a split-second difference,

Just like witnessing the atom with naked eyes! 

We all know yet we ignore,

We never had enough time to verify 

Our own vision;

Live while it lasts.

In the End, there is mere nothing:

A deep dark void! 

The Spark

Blazing as the Sun,

Soothing as the Moon,

Brimming with poise,

Perfect blend of grace and blaze;

A heaven-made serendipity,

Intellectually seductive,

No reason deciphers yet,

Blindfolded with enlightenment

Time, space, legitimacy, reality 

Were burnt in the flame of articulations!

Neither sin nor sacred,

Neither good nor bad,

Neither right nor wrong,

Neither a dream nor a fact,
Neither a lie nor a truth,

Yet a righteous blend of both - 

Insanely human!

All is fair,

Indeed, there are both love and war,

Beyond tangible sensousness;

Yet an intense ethereal,

A pious worship,
An everlasting envision,
An infatuated immediacy,
An endless enigma,

An intellectual triumph,
A sensible failure,

A stunning art:
On reaching out,

With ache, 

With zeal,

With melancholy,

For beauty,

For knowledge,

For passion,

Stands still forever...

Monotonous Oscillations

Insanity of humdrum existence prevails,

Composed state has been decomposing,

Sickness is sticking sequentially,
Day begins with an alarm,
Time just slips between fingers and keys,
Senselessly with no semantics,
Sedentary life swallows the slightest hope:
Of serendipity or of serenity!
Desperation leads to despicable temper,
Yet the nerve never negotiates
On the valour for venture,
Sadist social sentiment is stinking stagnant,
 And is thrusting the practical practice of the crowd,
Still relentless reliance on surreal radiates:
Images of grad cap and robe,
Holding self-authored books and mic,
Living in the vicinity of scholars,
Dying with out a regret
 Of not being burden to the earth;
Personal values cannot be amended,
To conventional custom of waiting
 For someone to validate the existence;
The images of fitting into a social routine
Or of binding to bonds of blood,
Or of creating connections inside closet,
Are subjectively scary -
Yet the verdict awaits verification!

Trapped in the Era of Bewilderment!

Having hard time trying to decipher:

The meaningless setup of the society,

The bizzare conflicts of the world,

And the emotional pandemonium of the self;

Life feels like a very complicated business,

To deal with conflicts of paradoxes;

'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction',

The universal law bewilders the basic lessons learned;

Mindless heart or heartless mind:

Both are dangerously meaningless,

Sensibly balanced heart and mind,

Try to find meaning in nihilism;

Dramatically dangling between both the crowd:

'Everything makes sense' and 'nothing makes sense'.

Hypocrisy comforts and consoles the self and others,

Wobbling questions of the era are:

What is right? and what is wrong?

Every principle and philosophy is scary,

As they have stunning oppositions,

Neither abstract limits of God can be trusted,

Nor the proved facts of Science can be trusted,

Information, information and information

Is found everywhere and for everything;

The zeal of era has pierced the zenith,

Whether for good or for bad?

Is that question of good and bad valid?

Baffled, confused, mystified, puzzled...

Wish I were born in the era of less information!

A Dream

Beyond tests of time,

Beyond arsenals of emotional conflicts,

Beyond sabotages of illness,

Beyond tremors of finance,

Beyond the pouring ocean of all,

A tiny ember breathes deep inside,

Hoping for oxygen to flare up,

Never allows to be complacent,

Lingers through frets and frustrations,

 Keeps restless with an abstract craving,

Gives unbelievable range of hope and confidence,

Dares to stake the secured life in social measure,

Prioritizes the fantasy than the reality;

Know not the tiniest sign     

When, where and how does the breathing air get in?

Language of Life

Ludwig van Beethoven is the finest example,

To start with the intricacy of life - 

Beethoven realizes the beauty of life,

And the secrecy of life through his ears,

When he started using the greatest gift of hearing,

Life laughs at him and flicks away the gift;

Still he deciphered the deeper irony,

Without his ears, 

He makes the world to hear him forever!

Life communicates with ironies

Many don't get it right,

People keep on questioning the people, 

Who are enormously lovable but stay alone,

Who are extremely talented but be poor,

Who are beautifully lively but be sick,

Why do they get abandoned from what they deserve?
Life grins at them:

'Fools, it takes a lot more to decipher me,
And I always speak Ironically!'

   

Endless Search

Need to learn the art of being isolated,

From all relationships,

From all emotional bonds,

From the (ir)rational society,

From all memories,

From the conscious of time!

Need to find the way,

To reach the blank days;

Cry for worthless worth,

Crave for fruitless fruit,

Crush the deep into mire;

When and how

Are eternal interrogates…

Treasure Hunt

Some see life as complex theory,

Some see life as simple logic,

Some live life as momentary pleasure,

Some live life as unending suffering,

Some live to pursue the spiritual joy,

Some live to question the spiritual existence…

Some curse life,

Some praise life.

Indeed, life is mere life!

With all flavour of expressions of emotions,

Perception and beliefs differ

From person to person,

From time to time,

From circumstance to circumstance.

But theory or logic or pleasure or suffering,

In eagle view life is worth living,

Beyond its extremities.

As in William Shakespeare’s classic lines:

“There is nothing either good or bad,

But thinking makes it so”;

 Still universal oneness

In love and pain,

In shine and rain,

In joy and sorrow,

And in hope on the morrow,

Thrive beyond differences…

And abstract and intangible secrecy

Continues to mystify

Every next moment…

And so life is a treasure hunt!

Utopian Handsome

Seeming beauty,

Mortal perfections,

Well-bred etiquette,

All external materials,

Matter a trivial,

Loyalty and love,

Innocence and indigence,

The abstract innate virtues,

Are the core attractions,

Of the noble chap.

The caress of a feather,

The responsibility of a mother,

Pure and chaste

Platonic and convivial,

Sublimation of libidinal impulse,

On partner’s single frown  

All buckle the masculine handsomeness!

Such authentic nature,

Sweeps a girl off from the ground,

Makes a girl feel flying in the cloud;

The prince of character

Wakes up in midnight,

Nuzzles on forehead,

Gapes at a sleeping lady love,

Fathoms her silence,

Admires her goofy excuses,

Blames her for nothing,

Trusts her in wholesome!

The dreamy guy of cuteness,

Lives only in utopia! 

The Beauty and Beast

Pitch black straight hair

Attracts mysteriously;

Deep dense eyes

And so goggles

Just arrest the gravity;

A curvy clown lips:

Plump and pink,

Keep smiling naturally;

Fair as peach,

Texture as pulpy,

Entices a caress deliberately;

Soothing vocal system,

Artistic musical acumen

Mesmerises irrationally;

Undulating moods,

Uneasy sensibility,

Unexpected sensitivity,

Either hyper-tensed or hyper-cool,

Nerdy and erudite,

All swathed in one soul!

Mirage of hues,

Deep dark arcane,

Scheming to death! 

Chasing Sharks

All alone left in the mid-ocean

Keep on swimming long way

But in vain find nothing but water

Still with confident manage to float

Suddenly found some sharks

Curse the time and nature!

An alarm ringing in distance

Not from a ship to rescue

But from the mobile to kill

The chase of sharks begin...

Swimming hard and wide to survive;

Gasping for breath with tiring limbs.

It's been many years,

Still not find the way to land,

Still none comes on the way to rescue!

But, the spirit never loses the hope!

God's masterpiece- Human being!

Earthiness of human nature

Wakes up the sleeping id;

Suppressing leads to a danger 

Surpassing is horrible! 

Reason pulls the swing 

To spiritual entity of joy

Passion glides the swing 

Into sensual mire of pleasure

Still the mystery of mankind queers

Rational mind and irrational emotion

Venerable and vulnerable 

The miracle is still a mystery-

What a make is human being! 

Suppression of Passion!

I’m away from my folk—

I stood quiet amidst the senseless walls!

None cares the screaming of my heart,

I flutter my wings to fly away;

O! My wings are nailed by responsibilities,

Parental and financial bonds…

Pooh! All earthly bonds!

One of my folk crosses me,

Flying and singing joyfully.

I hide myself behind the walls.

I shone as multi-colored plume,

When I was grown amongst my folk

All my colors have worn out—

My identity is lost amidst the colorless crowd.

What a life without sky for a bird!

Nameless feel!

A pleasant music flashes in

Soothing assonance frolics all over

Felt many preternatural:

Tender touch of newly bloomed roses,

Warmth of fresh milk,

Sweetness of manna,

Airy as humming bird;

Nature looks sublime:

Moon shines with shimmering knight,

Sun too laughs with brute beauty!

All fake of time! Nothing sustains

Mere a melancholy strain…

Every day passes confronting the pain!

In front of him, the heaviness of ache

Wander hither and thither….

Outlets of pain brimming out,

Bearing them in two tiny hollows

Is too artificial!

Reason has many realizations

But, passion ruins all the reasons!

Life

All get a precious book

With infinite pages for brief time span

From the library of heaven

Not even opened for half-time

But mere out-look

Made a cluster of impressions

When it inaugurates—

The surpassing lines

Cryptically punch the intellect

Lines which are like turtle-move

To skip is to miss

The pregnant experience of fertility

Many skipped—

And turned it into sterility

Many idolized in book-shelf

Not even gazed at

Caught in tangible world as mortals

Very few opened, obscure

And being universal immortals

But none have covered up the pages!

To open and comprehend

Really an agony of spirit—

Till one kindle the spirit

As a “spark from heaven”!