The Voices of Silence (2020)

Silence has always been looked down upon as an indicator of weakness or retreat. The World today is constantly clamouring and reverberating with an endless noise; and in this noisy world, Silence is not a retreat… it is an advance… it is not a weakness… it is a weapon. When we glance the world from the side-lines as mute spectators, we are inadvertently ignored and forgotten; but soon comes a time to remind the world that in those moments of Silence, we are the ones who have actually seen it all, know it all and are now ready to say it all.

‘The Voices of Silence’ is an initiative to give a platform of unhindered expression to the independent writers and poets of India, and eventually the World. Each and every one is equally entitled to this platform so that one can fearlessly and seamlessly say it all.

Roars of the Immortal (Dedicated to the martyrs of Pulwama)

Roars of the Immortal (Dedicated to the martyrs of Pulwama)

A nation that sleeps serene,
Unburdened by persisting turmoil;
For the burden lies unseen,
On the knights that guard our soil.
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Serving the country selflessly,
Miles away from their own;
It is seldom that they get to see,
In only dreams they recall their homes.
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But that dream couldn’t be true,
For the forty-four bravehearts;
Their reunion was yet due,
When their voyage was broken apart.
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Unarmed, en route their nativity,
Mercilessly drenched in fire;
Their deaths don’t seek your pity,
Don’t need your whims and satire.
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What they need is our hands united,
Disregarding faith, caste and region;
It is time to stay undivided,
For terror has no religion.
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It is time to subside our fear,
And turn the defensive page;
To make the global corners hear,
Trebbles of the Indian rage.
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Let’s face the faces of terror,
With the advocates and the pawns;
It isn’t time to show them a mirror,
It is the advent of a new dawn.
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Those tyrants full of cowardice,
Let’s grab them by their heads;
And Look straight into their eyes,
And narrate a truth undead-
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“If you think you can stand tall,
By daring to hurt even one;
Let us make you recall,
Behind him stand a billion.”

Welcome to the place called ‘India’

Welcome to the place called ‘India’

Welcome to the place called ‘India’;
A Nation so simple yet witty.
Beneath the yogic and cultural trivia,
Lies the land of an endless reverie.

The Bay, the Sea, The Ocean,
The Rivers, The Deserts and The Mountains;
Enclose the majestic nation,
Like a fort without an entrance.

So what’s there amidst the fort,
Beyond the Mantras and Snake-Charmers?
Many a muddy and barbaric sport?
Just a land of poor farmers?

A nation young and tender,
For the Global Scavengers Squealing.
Even with resources so slender,
It broke the Titanium Ceiling.

Innovating, Improvising and Creating,
Wonders for the world to see;
Across each and every domain and wing,
Of Business, Science and Technology.

The Great Granary of the World,
With a history of renowned philanthropists;
Where the military knights doth whirled,
And the Scientists bordering on Alchemists.

We Run and Lead the entire globe,
But we just don’t like to brag.
Look up and you would easily know,
Even the Universe dons our flag.

Our train to future has joined the race,
Even though we could start much after.
So what if it has a slow pace?
The acceleration is much faster.

Yet we give a shout to abyss,
Predominant humility in every iota;
With palms joint and a joyful bliss-
“Welcome to the place called India.”

Let Them Burn

Let Them Burn

When the axioms were all blue but all be gone.
It was dark in time; Fidelity had yet not formed.

When time’s across a distance all apart;
It is all just wailing.
We fall on the holy earth and depart;
The faith all trailing.

The creator, the forgiver,
We pray thee in our minds.
Absolve us of the gallows,
Galacta has us in binds.

We raise our hands held all too still;
From her shall we learn.
That faith acquaints us not to kill,
Just let them burn!

Time halts for the time when they shall rise;
Krikos, the inferno to nature’s demise.

In flesh Kronos shall ‘guise again;
What’s said is done.
We will fight and we shall bear the pain;
Till we have won.

It’s war, it’s destruction.
It is the eternal wrath.
But we want salvation
Galacta shows us the path.
We raise our hands held all too still;
From her shall we learn,
That faith acquaints us not to kill,
But to let them burn!

Tears of Eternity

Tears of Eternity

Across the valleys of the old,
Lies what the sol clusters may unfold.
Of lost worth of time,
The faint divulgence of prime.
The lost segments shall gather,
All in the name of Her.
The acute rivers shall stand alone,
The blind oceans shall be gone.
When the rain stops to fall
And the sun halts to rise.
The holes in the memory shall be one,
For it has all begun.

The word is now heard.
The song is now sung.
What we see now,
Is what we saw then.
We fall out of the clouds.
We fall out of the sky.
We face our holy fate,
In Her name, we shall cry.

We rise again to the land.
The tears of the sea and sand,
Leads us back to the marvels.
The winds curve and the land freckles.
Kronos shall choose the one who Is able,
For none Is an ace and none Is a rebel.
The end of destiny,
The morrow of fate.
Rise the heroes of the slate.
Forged in the fires of hell,
For the blades, they tell;
A tale of the birth of the one,
Whom fate commands to kill the Krydon.

The skies Are now dark,
The rivers no more blue.
Fate commands no more.
She told us what to do.
Time has now stopped,
For we shall now divide.
We shall not see the dawn till they all die.

Across the valleys of the old,
Lies what the sol clusters may unfold…
The Tears of Eternity.
The Tears of Eternity.

The Mirrors… The Shadows.

The Mirrors… The Shadows.

Science the terminus of knowledge,
within its walls it’s all beheld.
The civility … denied… on the edge!!
The tears that cry what we felt.
Their time is our enemy,
ours is just a leap,
and it unfolds for none but villainy.
Here we stand and weep.
They think the earth is changing,
so are all the stars.
“The fires are yet everlasting”
Galacta … to the Universe!
“Why care for nature when we can make our own?”
They ask to the sublimes of stars.

Their lies are their truths.
Their truths are merely weak;
It confluences the mind to a labyrinth;
What to see, what to seek.
Time will oppose itself,
For now, we take a stand;
We call out to our brothers,
“Submerge them in the sea and the sand.”

Submerge their pillars, is what we do,
Submerge their time, is what we say,
Submerge their axioms for they are false,
Submerge the Shadows,
“IT WILL BE DONE.”

Forever Shall it Reign

Forever Shall it Reign

Forever shall it reign,
The majesty of Stillness.
The guidance shall we put to test.
In the deliverance, we may take no rest.
That even the stars gaze and call,
‘What is Stillness?’
That the Universe may gaze and call,
‘What is Stillness?’
But what is Stillness?

The answers they seek they shall never find.
For the answers are instilled by the divine,
Inside of their own existence,
Inside of their own creation.

The answers illuminate yet are not illuminants,
For darkness has Still and Still has light.
The Cycle shall be seen again.
The Cycle of Stillness, that of the Universe.
The light shall be doomed to darkness,
The darkness shall form the eternal Exile.
But the Exile must end.
And the end shall be brought by a new beginning,
A new light.
And this light is not of Stillness,
yet emerges for it.
For the light is the one not seen,
The one not shown.

There is no end for there was no beginning,
The end brought by change.
This is eternal Stillness.
Hidden in the ‘was’, the ‘is’ and the ‘will be’,
The one without an end, without a change,
The majesty of Stillness,
Forever shall it reign.

The End Of The Change

The End Of The Change

They climb atop
The Hills of time,
To see the distant view,
Of clarity sublime.
Of orders, reborn.
And civilisations asunder,
With dreams fickle as husks of corn.

“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end of the change.”

A universe ravaged by
Scores of stars,
Will soon depart
In endless gloom,
Like outward Mars.
Galacta of old,
Hear her speak,
Her words engraved in gold.

“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end of the change.”

“Await, in the world forgone”
Says she who knows;
“Awake, to the crisp of dawn”
In the starless night of late.
To entropy, we shall pray,
May he deliver us from our fate.

“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end is the change.”

Freckles of Love

Freckles of Love

Another morning came by,
My friends loitering around.
Faked the perfect sleep,
Interrupted by their sound.
Couldn’t dare to nap.
Fear the dreams, I always will.
‘Look in my dreams and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
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Confused at work thereafter,
Mixing up in directions.
I want to tell their laughter,
It is not the brain that malfunctions.
Enraged when they called a shrink,
Got me that depression pill.
‘Look in my brain and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
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My vision’s sometimes distracted,
I look to the ceiling and the walls.
Snapped back by waving hands,
Or sometimes texts or calls.
A diverted attention gets rage,
Cursed in voices so darn shrill.
‘Look in my eyes and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
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A heart within my chest
Pains more with every beat.
How can something hurt so much,
Protected by that thick sheet?
My palm frequently clutches my chest,
Traversing my spine, a chill.
It is not a hole that can end me,
It is worse than what can kill.
Look in my heart, and you shall find
Freckles of love, still.
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It was weak to start with,
It was always going downhill.
‘My ‘love’ was never mine’,
That’ll be the only phrase in my will.
But even then, if you don’t believe,
If you have blanks to fill…
Just look in my ashes… And you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still…

Smile and Laughter

Smile and Laughter

My friends stood at the door,
Being the usual hooligans.
Yet, ever innovative,
With new sarcasms and puns.

I laughed and laughed out loud;
A cycle which repeats the same.
Recovered when one of us all
Cracked a joke very lame.

Silence overtook the giggles,
It was though gonna be more fun.
We collected all our nickels;
The day’s adventure had begun.

We rode across the city,
With fancy scenes and a tan.
The all-seeing vigour helped us,
To map the blocks without a plan.

Aimlessness being our passion,
Direction not our trend.
‘There shouldn’t be a destination,
The journey should never end.’
Pulling on each others’ legs,
Being both stupid and wise.
The day had seemingly ended,
But we could barely realise.

Energised to the core,
We throttled back to my place.
Who can actually refute
That the night is the best phase.

We always kept ‘sober’,
In its most literal sense.
Though, no detox could fix us.
Our ‘high’ was immune to cleanse.

Slapsticks from the past
Kept us light all night.
Jumpscares from classic horrors,
Added the much needed fright.

The day ended with the sun,
Saluting the dawn we went to sleep.
Waking up was never a good feeling,
Loneliness prevailed after the leap.

Yes they had already left.
I lay alone on the bed.
It seemed as if the joy was gone;
Very much like I was dead.

Many a year thence.
Scirbbling away with my pen.
Recalling times with the boys,
Who now have become men.

Remembering queries forgotten,
Within the memory hike.
Why are smiles different?
Isn’t the emotion alike?

We could never see it coming.
The end was ought to arrive.
The laughters became eternal,
Made me feel more alive.

I do this every other day-
Going down the memory trace.
Howsoever bad is any day,
A smile always covers my face.

I know now after travelling
Lonely, Sleepless miles-
A day’s worth of laughter,
Can bring a life worth of smiles.