Tuesday, March 31, 2009

After Nine


She twinkled high in the sky
It was not a night
So bright
Let me bite
A piece, a slice

A part of you

She flew so high
Abandoned by time
She said you are not mine
I was a known stranger
In her eyes

She twinkled high in the sky
A question in my soul
No love for me
She left me behind

It was me again, after nine
There was no love
And no signs
I was a toy for her
A mean of joy for her

She grew up
A sketch drew up
And then thrown away
The paper was torn away

But she twinkled high in the sky
It was no night
So bright
No love for me
She left me behind
After nine
No love, no signs

© rahul

31.03.2009

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Friday, March 27, 2009

Cry Behind A Roar


I am speechless
No, I can speak
You can’t hear me
You don’t fear me
Anymore

I am the King of Jungle
But I am not safe, I can’t mingle
With my friends, at my place
Your one bullet, and I am history

Who gave you the right
To kill me, to nil me
From this place
Without a trace

I am the most dangerous specie known
You gave me this name
Your guns have killed my brothers
My children, and you have caged me
With some stinking food, and a water trough

My skin is your prized possession
In your home, in your palace
To show them off with pride
And, I lie beneath your feet
My teeth serves you in your fights

Who gave you the right
To kill me, to nil me
From this place
Without a trace

I don’t want to survive on your plight
You are killing me again and again
And I am going extinct
For once, listen the cries behind my roars
Please end these wars
Please end these wars



© rahul

27.03.2009

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Internal Catalytic Urge


Dead life breeding
Inside the closure
Of the mankind
Survival so called
When the wolves howled

Numbness prevailed
With chained hands and legs
Plasticity, no elasticity
A life inside the ICU
Internal Catalytic Urge

Blood cells, Red and white
On a strike
Inside the glued structure
Hid themselves beneath the brown

Sometimes, it transpires
But, that’s just sometimes
They carry the bodies on stretcher(s)
Little time left, again a live theft

A life inside the ICU
Is Condemned Unsaid?
Unveiled the skin for undone sins
Loud and clear
On the pyre, a life again
Seared

© rahul
26.03.2009

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A Frozen Moment Of Time


The moments
Captured our souls
Haunting, wanting
Tick tock, tick tock

2x2 is 1
5 complete circles
With 4 circles for none

2x2 wasted...
1 only entitled
4 wasted in silence
1 was in the senses

60 minutes of sane
Running blood in veins
Still regret those 15 minutes
Of missing the last train

You took it for weird reasons
I blamed you for wrong
The fault was mine, I know
The feelings never got strong

But I still missed the walks
Do you remember the same?
If not, I won’t blame you
I would call you and hang up
Never spoke your name

1 was for the sensible talks
And I tried to do justice to it
Clock needles singing
Tick tock, tick tock
A frozen moment of time
And at last, the lips lock

© rahul
25.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Black Melancholy


A walk alone
Into the weeds
A foul smell
A taste in mouth
Is it something worth dying for?
And crying for?

I have an answer
Do you have none?
Ah! It makes me wonder
Silently crawls in my skin

Black melancholy
I am in, yeah
Breeding Mary Jane
Love of my life
Trance, a sweet little pain

Green is the color
On the death bed
I have no regrets
Opened up the window pane
For new pain, a new life

A life just began to fall
To stand up again, broken into pieces
On a t-U-rning road
Right now, right here

Green is her color
And pale is mine
Am I dead yet
Am I no more alive?

I am a puppet in her hands
She binds me to herself
Never lets me go
Set me free, set me free
There is nothing left for me

© rahul
25.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Four Hours, A Different Life


Four hours, a different life

NO LOVE
Black blood
No brotherhood
Static by the window pane
While entire world traveled in a train

A live-with life
Hugged a live-with
Yet lifeless life
Don’t cut her
With a saw or a knife

SOME HATE
Still I wait
The birds fly in the skies
It is their genetic trait

I did flied
Never slide, I did
Something out of the box
But you believed those hoax

NO MONEY
Still the nights are young
And days are bright and sunny
I am the same, as I was in the womb

Does this really matter?
A matter of honor and pride?
Ha! I don’t need it
While I have some blue and white walking side by side

NO FUTURE
How do you know that?
Have you ever been in the time machine
Ha! I know your tact

I know what I do is write
When you think nothing is right
Get me a coffee without sugar
A pen, a paper, and a hand
My future, I can bend


© rahul
22.03.2009

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Here I Stand


Dark light
Travels in my eyes
It strikes
And fights with me
As I fall into the night

I stand
On my feet this time
I’m not crawling
I’m not falling
As I’m beginning

To stand on my head
I fumble at the edge
Where my dreams are dead
The bloody thunder
Creeps inside my skin

But now, here I stand
On my arms
I’m not crawling
I’m not falling
As I stand on my arms

I passed it over to Him
And took a look through the hole
Pierced within the wall
Still, it stands still on the plain
Covered by hate, 'Nemesis' before it’s too late

Even now, I stand
On my guard
I'm not crawling
I'm not falling
As I stand on my guard

Copyright © Rahul Sharma, ed. Ajey Padival 2009 (India/Australia; rahulsharma115@gmail.com and ajeypadival@msn.com)

20.03.2009

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Different Way


Do I look like another?

Do I look like the same?

Do I speak a different language?

Do I live without offering a prayer?


I can be white

I can be black

I may be an answer

I may be a question

I may live in a palace

I may live in a shack


Tell me how it matters

If I wear a different dress

Tell me how it matters

If I do it a different way


One love, one place

We all belong here

One night, one day a time

Let’s see the things for clear


I can be short

I can be tall

I maybe walking

Or, I may crawl

I may carve the words

Or, I may let them scrawl


Tell me how it matters

If I am wiser or you

Tell me how it matters

If the sky is grey or blue


One love, one place

We all belong here

One night, one day a time

Let’s see the things for clear


© rahul

Co-Editor - Praveer
18.03.2009

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Monday, March 16, 2009

Barren Streets (Re-released)

This is a further improved version of "Barren Streets" which was released sometime back by me. The Editing for the song is done by Ajey Padival (Brosreview). I hope you people like it.


Barren Streets
Knock me down
Red Blocks pass by as
I walk alone
Striking chords with lifeless things

I take a look around
And, I see
The sky is not blue
And, flowers have
Lost their hue

No, don’t close yourself in a pot
Where your thoughts are barred
Break open it!
Come out of it!
Or, you’ll loose yourself in the drought

Come join me!
As I walk alone
Striking chords with lifeless things

Life waves at us
From the other side
It smiles as it dances
Keep your arms wide open
And, let the ends meet

Spread a smile
Offer a hug
Give it all
That you have
And, let humanity breed

Come join me!
As I walk alone
Striking chords with lifeless things


Copyright © Rahul Sharma, ed. Ajey Padival 2009 (India/Australia; rahulsharma115@gmail.com and ajeypadival@msn.com)

Image - World Of Stock (Might be subjected to Copyright)


Sunday, March 15, 2009

A Pretty Little Child


He wondered and cried
A pretty little child
With misery walking side by side
Filled with pride
A pretty little child

Everyone thrashed him, foul-played him
There was so much of pain
Dry was the land, never got watered
For he never saw the rain

His innocent cries
Everyone heard them
Yet no one had any answers to his question
“What is my fault, what wrong have I done?”

Son of a poor man
But with rich thoughts and mind
He was no lesser than others
No different, yet one of his kind
A pretty little child

What kind of rights are these
That deprives a child to live
Wrapped in rags with no place to hide
A pretty little child
A pretty little child


© rahul
16.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Barren Streets (Come Join me)


Barren streets
Try to knock me down
Red blocks, I pass by them
I walk alone, striking chords with lifeless things

I look around, sky is not so blue
Everything around is an illusion
Flowers are no more alive
Have they lost thy hue?
-----------------------------------------------
Don’t cage yourself in a pot
Jarred are your thoughts
Break open it, come out
Or you might loose yourself in the droughts

Come join me
Coz I walk alone, striking chords with lifeless things

Life is waiting on the other side
Smiling, dancing into the street
Take a look around, open up your arms wide
Let the soil and heaven meet

Spread a smile, offer a hug
You need what I need
Give it all, don’t be a smug
Let the humanity seed

Come join me
Let us walk together, striking chords with lifeless things

© rahul

17.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Image - World Of Stock (Might be subjected to Copyright)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Unplugged


Easy sounds
Plucking in my head
Un amplified bells
Ringing in my head
I am unplugged
While I sit by the river side

Chirps of birds
Fill me with something pure
I throw pebbles into the river
She laughs at me when I sit by the shore


This blue is my soul mate
I believe, Yes it is
For she knows when I am sad
Gently she comes close and offers a gentle kiss


It makes me smile
She giggles over some soothing sound
It touches my soul
The lesson she teaches is so profound


Take it easy
Pluck around your mate
Keep it simple
Keep it unplugged



© praveer & rahul
11.03.2009
Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Image - Sitting alone by the river

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Soul mates


Raise your hand

And catch the sun

Don’t be scared

You won’t get burned


Gather yourself

Fly high, don’t look behind

Hold my hands, heaven is not far

Though we need to find


It’s illustrious and huge

And shines over the earth

Catch the light, hold it in your palms

With every fall, take a new birth


Connoisseurs, we are not

Learning with every step we take

Sometimes, we cry over failures

And smile over small joys to let the silence break


This new dawn’s breeze is so soothing

Feel it on your face with closed eyes

Stretch your arms and let her hug you

Surrender yourself into her arms

For, we’re all soul mates.


©rahul

Co-Editor(s) - praveer & rahul
10.03.2009

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Monday, March 9, 2009

Four Candles (Amen)


Four candles
They burn slowly
Sharing hope and light
So pure, so white

The flames are yellow
While thy soul is red
Burning slowly
By the means of a thread
The thread of love, prosperity
In each other’s warmth

As their bodies degrade
The flames start to fumble
The end is near
Yet they have no fear
Anytime, they might crumble

Last pray to God
Lying in each other's embrace
And offer the last glow
The breath stops, they die
Damn, it’s dark again

© rahul

10.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Silent Cry


Late in the midnight
I stood on the dock
While moon kissed the stream
I looked down and I broke

My tears got erased
And I couldn’t find them anymore
I missed the days
When you would carry me in your arms
And walk to the shore

You would caress my hair and offer a smile
New to emotions, I would replicate it back
You were the one to wipe my tears
When my toys of joy would crack

I woke up that morning
Only to find you were gone
You were still smiling to me
And I could not even mourn

While my tears flow down
With the current
Please come back and be my river
Let me sleep in your arms
For I call for some dreams

© rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
09.03.2009

Image Courtesy - SMile to Me

Dotting Away


Let us start
From the end
Let us engage in recreating
The moments we had when we began
Let us laugh
Like no one’s watching
Let us start
By dotting away

While so many around
Pray for their gain
Let us pray for humanity
In our child’s play
While they are fighting
For a line
Let us fly
And make the sun shine
Over our heads
And into our souls
Let us start
By dotting away

We are all alive
At this immense and lovely place
Let us join our hands
Despite any creed or race
Let us pull ourselves out
From this blinding haze
Let us be blissful
And escape this hatred without a trace

Let us start all over again
By dotting away

© rahul

Co-Editor(s) - praveer & rahul
09.03.2009

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

image courtesy - Unity India

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Last Night(s)


I am walking
With empty hands
In my empty pockets
As my dreams are empty
Hitting the stones
That comes my way

I raise my head
And take a look at the stars
Gleaming in the sky
At the place so high

A sigh and I stopped
Trying to think
Where does my soul eloped
Have the stars said something
Like,” Shine before you die”
For this is your last moment
Your only moment to survive

Nights come and go
But I remain the same
Incapable of knowing what I am
Silently every night, I follow the stars
Trying to catch them
And find a way to my dreams



© rahul

07.03.2009
Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Image - Last Night(s)

Friday, March 6, 2009

MY Dear Song



Jaded thoughts
Tired, gone astray
I might not carve you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song

My pen cries
Pick me up, she says
But I might not fight again
With my dreams
With my mind's eye

For I have nothing left
My dear Song

My notebook is not blank any longer
Crammed with thoughts I once had
While I was at unease
With no rest in my mind
I finally am in some peace
And need some sleep

For I have nothing left
My dear Song

I might not carve you again
I might not beautify you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song


© rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
07.03.2009

Image - Notebook