prayer

Some years ago, when a near one lost a dear one, my (then) young mind was flooded with rage against the creator.

If it happens someday, sooner or later,
that i lose my life the sooner the better.
Confronted to God i have a few things to ask,
why is it always sorrow, behind every happy mask
You are god, you are great, you are supposed to be good
then why do you do things, which not even the devil would.
You hurt humans, you humiliate us
you 'show' that you are the almighty, you dictate us
why do you give laughter, when tears have to follow
when we think we are complete, you prove that we are hollow.
True you give us crutches, but its you who make us lame
of all the sorrows that we go through,
its you who's to blame
c'mon give up yaar, we know that you are strong,
stop manipulating our lives, u know that's wrong.
i mean...we call you 'GODD', isn't worshippin you enough?
or is it necessary to practice all the fake stuff.
Don't show me mercy, i don't beg you to
You have Fucked up y life,
and i will fuck yours too.
i am here to stay lissenup O 'Parmatma'
making your life tough, dead , iam an 'atma'
bu if you can,
just do one thing
all the people down there,
give them reasons to sing
bestow them, with joys and smiles.
happy humans wont cause you piles.
i have said what i had
you may do what you please,
middle fingers to you,
now lemme REST IN PEACE.

bliss

This is one of my earliest attempts at english poetry, written during my first bike trip to Dhanaulty when i was in class 9th.

I'm looking for my heart, I'm searching for my soul,
I'm out on a ride, I'm out for a roll.
To find myself, discover the self in me,
To search my mind bring out the best in me.
Hands reaching for spirituality ,
feet on the grounds of reality,
away from the noise ...worldly commotion,
diving in the oceans of deepest emotions
it feels so great when you feel...
your once hurt soul is now being healed.
my mind is all set...the heart so free,
clearly through the dark now i can see.
taking a flight , flying real high,
without wings of desire, reaching for the sky.
seeds of satisfaction sprouting up inside,
neither rules to follow nor regulations to abide.
giving loud calls, stretching arms out,
no one to stare no one to shout.
just me and myself, in my own company,
singing songs of joy in solemn symphony.
man in the mirror is nowhere to be seen,
since the day insider ...revealed and outseen.
Hopes floating desires flying,
pure bliss...no denying.