Ending Credits

Ending Credits

The reel reads,
“The End”.
The show is over,
It’s time for my departure.
Played my part at par,
I would like to think.

Life is a circle,
I believed.
The reels would roll over again
For the next show.
I might play the same part again,
Or maybe not.

What I believed
Was not real.
As the credit ends,
The final laughs would be concealed.

“I’ll come again”,
I told myself.
Will I?
What good I did, I thought,
As I removed the make-shift clothes.

Everyone cried,
As I slept quietly on funeral pyre.
Though I was smiling with closed eyes,
Expecting, He would lend me a hand

My makeshift clothes
Were burned,
Red colored fire laughed,
And the laughs could be heard.
For she knew
Life cycle is such.
What comes has to leave,
Credits must end,
For reels to roll over again.


© rahul

Co-Editor(s) - praveer & rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
27.02.09

Image Courtesy - Empty Reel

I am the human spirit

I am the human spirit, I walk into the fire
The fire of anguish, the fire to bring about a change
To change the way we live now
To change everything around

They kill me every time
But I come again to fight back
Grenades, and guns do me no damage
Because, I am the human spirit walking on

I am no God, I am no saint and I am no devil
I am just a human spirit walking on

I maybe rich, I maybe poor
Maybe born in a fancy hospital or a shanty hostel
I maybe on my own
Without any assets, or with a home

You terrorize me, you threaten me
You think I will succumb
But remember this, you unholy coward
I am immortal, only this body will burn

I am no God, I am no saint and I am no devil
I am just a human spirit walking on

© rahul

Co-Editor(s) - praveer & rahul

19.02.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Image - Human Spirit

Embrace of the Mother

This One is dedicated to my Mom. Somewhere I can relate to this piece and that's why I wrote it.

Mom, I Love You

Thank you for being there with me whenever I felt alone and sad.
You mean everything to me.

Embrace Of The Mother

Resting with no serenity in his mind
Tries hard to get some dreams
To his dismay, everything is blurring
Are they empty, or he's getting blind

A smudged figure appears
With a scythe in his hand
The kid can't view who the man is
Wrapped in black desert sand

The kid stirs up blue faced
And escapes out of the dark
Screaming and crying
Scared and alone

He lies besides his mother, and says
“Mother, I am scared, please hold me
The man will kill me
Please hold me, please hide me”

Mother holds the kid in her embrace
And says,” I am here for you son”
She wipes the tears rolling down from his eyes
Like a bird sweeps the high skies

The kid feels secure in her embrace
And finally sleeps with some peace
Mother caresses his hair
And now the sweet dreams are no more afar


© rahul
Co-Editors - praveer & rahul
13.02.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Life Is Such

I won't say much, just read and think...

Life is Such

Should I laugh, or cry?
Should I crawl, or fly?
Should I Run, or Glide?
Am I mortified, or full of pride?

Should I be feeling empty, or content?
Is the sky blue, or gray?
Are the birds chanting, or they pretend?
Should I mourn, and just pray?

I call for the answers, do I?
Am I a follower, am I alive?
Have I lost my soul, have I died?
Lord! Let me die, but let the peace thrive.

Hollowed dreams, Oceans are red
Lives broken, they have no bread
Why can’t I see? why?

Let me die, Let me die!
I can’t laugh, I can’t cry

© rahul
Editor(s) - praveer & rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
11.02.2009

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http://www.wisenaturephotos.com/images/Eagles/JUVENILE%20BALD%20EAGLE%20IN%20FLIGHT.jpg

Copyright - Cathy Wise (2004)

Fumb Duck

Ok, now this is something very serious. This one too is written by Praveer and me. Let me clarify first, whatever is written is true to the best of my knowledge.

P.S I hope my Boss doesn't read this one. haha..

It's called "Fumb Duck"

My Office sucks, but this is my luck
I feel nothing but a fumb duck
Sitting without any work or load
Listening to trucks plying on the road

Orkut is my only mate
Boss says, “Success is never served on a plate”
Fuck him, he deserves only hate
Make him angry so that his arteries dilate

Downloading movies with torrents
Gosh, these colleagues should use deodorants!
Sending, receiving mails, is all I do
“Damn, the server’s down again, what to do?”

The food served is dismal in the mess
And it results in the tummy gas
I fart a lot all day long
If harnessed, enough energy to make India strong

Not able to impress girls around
Coz, it’s an empty ground
The beauties are in the neighborhood call centre
I don’t know how to control my hunter

All this is making me sick
Like a person with a dimp lick
My life just passes by
“Don’t I deserve another try!”

No, I don’t, coz this is a self created muck
My office sucks, but this is my luck
I feel nothing, I do nothing
Yes, it’s true, I am a dumb fuck

© praveer & rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo Creative House

10.02.2009

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Diamond Dance

Endless pain, drinking shame

Whirled to bury the previous game

All those orgies and those names

Wreaking my brains.

Wines and women, I had had ‘nuff

Erased the cigarettes puff by puff

Looked for joys, forever in trance

Life was nothing but a diamond dance

Mary Jane was the only friend

She gave me pleasure till the end

In her arms, I found solace

Never wanted I, to expunge the haze

Pauper from a prince, I became

The extravagance was now all gone

And only the tatters remained

Those bigots looked at me with visions of thorn

All this idiocy, couldn’t change me

For it was, me just being me

Life to me was a two-dollar whore

I let it be, I let be

I

Shades of Darkness filled inside my heart
Look behind to find no one on this path
Crossing the unknown way to place unknown I think
Wish I could go back again

Leading a loner's life, so austere
Wasted this existence part by part
Ego helped mind to nurture it
Love was gone untasted

Nothing ever came my way
Had useless talks over cigarettes and wine
They say time is a great healer
But I wasted the same precious time

I was no saint I know
But I wasn't even Cynical
Never realized time just passed by
And the life became so dull

You are born nude,Dad used to say
No one's going to get you dressed
You earn your place in this world
No one's ever born blessed

Self obsessed I keeps haunting Me
And I know things will never change
Somewhere deep inside my mind I think

Wish I could start all over again

© rahul

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E-mail(s) - sharma.rahul@rahul.co.in

praveer.bisht@gmail.com

Alas!

alas!

Oh, what a day it was

I was flowing with the wind

Standing by the creek

Saw an angel with a broken wing

I stuttered to a halt

And hid behind a rock

As if compelled by

Some mystical force

It was a vision extraordinaire

Though there was gloom on her face

As if her crying eyes were asking

“Will I ever be healed, is someone here?”

Something inside me wanted to help

Though I was not sure

“From the whirlpool of pains

Would I be able to bring her ashore?”

I walked up to the creek

And asked who she was

With frightened eyes she looked at me

Into the tree she vanished, alas!

© praveer & rahul

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E-mail(s) - sharma.rahul@rahul.co.in

praveer.bisht@gmail.com