Saturday, July 05, 2008

The Unwanted(Song by a Brothel Born)

The Unwanted

Lookin’ back at my life,

Picking up the pieces

Of torn memories, strewn

On the bloodied path.

There were places I was wrong,

Places I was wronged.

Times that let me down.

Times I let down.

Happy memories annihilated.

Persuasions making me tense.

Feelings unfelt,

My life unwanted.

I feel like screaming,

I hate to hope.

Disgust precedes every want,

My dreams made a requiem.

Was I wrong everytime?

My unfathered existence.

I’m looked at with pity.

I’m waiting for mom;

Who doesn’t wait for me.

She waits by the bridge

Her ‘made up’ image.

Luring the fantasies.

Why don’t I have any?

An undecided bloodline.

Is enough license

For people to abuse you.

Their wants imposed on you.

And my hopes, flown away.

Not on wings. But by the bloodied bed .

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Seeking Redemption

A mass murderer on the loose,

He’s gonna hang you all, by the noose.

You can’t miss him, on the run;

There’s obviously some misinformation.

And before you know, your time has run out.

No point standing up, you ain’t got the clout.

Better bear up, Cuz u got no guts,

Oblivious to reason, keep your eyes wide shut.

No place to cry

For levies levied

My justice denied

You gave me a fright!

Just humiliation

Consternation

(Come out of)Hibernation

There’s some misinformation.

And before you know, your time has run out.

“Sophistication, in my veins, lemme come home”

I say, ’Fuck you’! Leave me alone!

Can’t recognize the ground beneath my feet,

What have I done?

I cry over the phone.

And before you knew, your time ran out.

Could’ve set things right, But you did not shout.

Misery envelopes your conscience

While you seek redemption.

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I really think i need to say certain things about this particular composition.
Im not exactly anti-west,but this poem highlights a particular phenomenon that affects those who had gone abroad to seek greener pastures..as Pundits would put it,Been part of the the Great Indian Brain Drain.Its about a guy who has left everything behind thinking the grass is greener on the other side.Maybe he gets more opportunities,more reasons to do well,but then realization dawns on him,He misses smiling with his loved ones.When he does realize that he's sacrificed a lot more than he bargained for,his conscience propels him into an internal civil war.This equally applies to those who stay at home and feel ashamed when someone returns their "yo dude!wassup" with a "namaste".Both these kind of people have lost touch with their reality,lost their roots.Aping the West has become the foremost agenda on their minds and the only way to "remain cool".But when they seek redemption,Its too late.

Not that far off from what actually happens,isn't it?


Saturday, February 02, 2008

Wanderlust

The realms of the azure sky,
The crimson red,
A streak of Golden!
I've the Wanderlust.

I look for Pegasus,
I'll fly above all men.
The wind caught in my hair,
My soul so cleaned.

Walking on the clouds,
I come across a gate,
Beyond which there is naught but Darkness.
It remains closed and Forbidden.
Was it the gate to hell??
Maybe Heaven?

Why should Heaven be the abode
Of Gods and Angels?
Where everything is perfect?
Can i not call my soul 'Heavenly'
If my Conscience is clear,
I give no insinuations,
And I've done good?

Why should i connect Hell
with Fire and Satan?
I'l call the act of refusal
To help a Fellow Human
Equally 'Hellish'.

Now i comprehend,
That Heaven is not about White,
Its about us being Happy,
And have a crystal clear Conscience.
Being human enough to
To help our kindred in need.
To banish Evil,
Foremost from our minds.

The gates open,
And I bathe in the Enlightenment.
I see Pegasus,

Waiting for me.


I have the Wanderlust.