The Timeless Dream

The timeless dream stands in me

Falls in me, obscured by the nights

Silent, yet speaks beneath

The hidden clouds, flies high in the skies

Silent me – living becalmed, standing still

Into the broken tides

The standing clock, comforts me

Estranged me, and sometimes it barely finds

The moment that lives in me, that breaths in me

Somewhere when it hides

Silent me – looking behind, seeking hide

Into the broken tides

While I still have my doubts

You’ve already figured it out

Silent me – listening not, listening not

The mended wall, destroyed me

And paranoid me has fallen apart

And a chapter closed, the book is old

But reflecting me, still holding on

Holding on, and driving on

Finding home, driving on

Silent me – with the finest beer

I am driving on, on the freeway

Hoping to find a home, I may call it my own

Broken me, I was not breathing

Fighting me, I was not leading

Leading my way, to the freeway

To the freeway, yeah…

© Rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Breath 'em all, Die along

Out of the blue, when the sun was shining
Into the light, some shadows fell
Deep in the sea, when the life was smiling
Into the air, some poison freaked

Into the clouds, when the moon was burning
Fine were those stars, but choked to death
Into the streets, when the grime were streaming
They came along, them reapers seemed

Some manholes open wide, free flowing
Some breathing trees, in last times
Into this city, of ignorant people
Where do we find, peace of mind

Into this city, when the kids were laughing
Someone fell dead, and a life fell asleep
Some people cried, some celebrated life
Caring not, of their own fate

This is the city, they call of dreamers
This is the place, of cheapest lives
Just look around, and see for yourself
What have you lost, and what is found

Voids, voids
Poisonous gases into air
Suffocation, and crimpy faces
Breath ‘em all, die along

-Rahul

Sardonic me, Sarcastic him!

Get out of the way kid
Can’t you see they’re dropping the bombs
Destroying the tombs
Here, bite this bullet and keep moving

Sarcastic him ran to death
I moved back and kept staring
With a gun, he killed and killed
And then I heard someone mourning

“Here you go, bite this bullet”
The words kept haunting me, daunting me
Sardonic me, sarcastic him
Sarcastic me, sardonic him

Agonistic me, holding my ground
Shaving my head, shaving my eyes
Shaving my tears, shaving my life
Sadistic me, Sardonic me

The lights died a silent death
The waters turned blue to red
Demising them, surviving sham
Flaunting me, grunting me

© rahul

June 30th, 2009

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The everlasting dusk under the belt of moon

Swans dancing into the streets

Celebrating life, the life which thrive

Pieces of diamonds

Falling from the sky

In the wee hours, empty getting sky

The wind whirls, and swirls

Laughing little girls

Playing down the riverside

Exchanging words with unsaid forces

Called the silence of them children

One shall bid them farewell

One who works alone and never ceases to amaze

On the bay, who never rides the psyche?

Inside His secluded, spinning dreams

Of the everlasting dusk under the belt of the moon

-Rahul

22.06.2009

Psychedelic breakfast

Off the sun, I drink thy liquid
Facing him eye to eye
Off the sky, I eat thy cloud
Down the countryside while I drive

A surreal evening
A blur dream, hallucination
Dented by serenity of dark
Doomed by silence of bells

Un-ending roads of thoughts
Perpetual sagas of dew drops
Which rests unfettered in the realm of reality?
Thou hang on a new leaf
I’ll drink water of it

A feeling pervades to occupy
And entrust space of my mind
All I see is a dim of realism
Perceptions petrified by thy silence

I eat thy thoughts
To linger my hunger
Which never is satisfied?
By one, just one psychedelic breakfast

© rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
22.06.2009

AND THEN SHE CRIED

She took a while
To stand again
To gather herself
Again

Beaten by fate
She loved the hate that came her way
From everyone, from everywhere
She laughed, and then she cried

She was a mother
Of beaten fate
Her memories fade
While she slept late

And when she woke up
She couldn’t feel the sun
She could hear the mourns
She laughed, and then she cried

Everyday was the same old day
She couldn’t feel the rain
The plants were dead from long ago
She couldn’t even see them die

And then she took a while
To realize
That everyone was gone
Far away

She was the only one
Left alone
The love was gone
And hate was grown, and then she cried

© rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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Her Silver eyes

She stands alone
While it rains over her head
Chaos around, running to catch the life, everyone
While she stands still

They say she’s blind
She can’t see a thing
But don’t they know
She’s got silver eyes
She can see the life

They laugh at her
And point the fingers at her
Instigating her to start a fight
But, she stands still and mocks at them

For she knows if the sun will rise
If it will shine again
Behind the blackened lines
She could burn the sun

They run around
Chasing the light
But, she can see the life
That breeds and seeds
Behind her silver eyes

She could see beneath the ground
Where lies the wise man
She hears him talk
The world’s not a safe place, today

And she wakes up in the wee hours
While everyone sleeps
In their souls, in their minds
Her shadow creeps
Through the rooms

But they say she’s deaf
She can’t hear a thing
While they don’t speak
She can hear them sigh

She can see them cry
Behind her silver eyes
Her silver eyes
Shining, laughing, and dry

© rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

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