The day that ain't ending

Do you know of a Zero Sum Game?

Either subsidized failures or glorious fame?

One Gladiator lived to save the day

The other buried in a grave astray?

Isnt it always, this or that, life or death?

Either the hate you had or the love you felt?

But self consumed portraits defy nature of land

They found safety in the convenience of the"AND"

Exclusive pedestals were crumbled to dust

Share the love and fuck the trust.

Plenty Moons Ago

There was a time of man and  his honour

Promises engraved not on a stone, but into his soul

Where truth swelled like sunshine,

Lies and traitors rebuked for shame

There was a time of shame

There was punishment and justice 

Where the guilty stood in admission

But with grace and courage to own up

There was a time where a man owned up

To his responsibilities, to his King,

To his Kingdom, and his beloved Lover,

Pride of Goodness bloomed in his heart

There was a time where a man had a heart

Sensitive to tears and pain, in empathy

Building great Kingdoms and Homes

Where he stood as bastion, through sacrifices and pain

There was a time when man understood pain

Not his own, but her tears.

He fought wars for her and slayed evil Kings,

He bought the moon back to her feet

There was a time when a man worshiped her feet

As a symbol of love and admission to femininity

Protecting her from the misery of the world

And fighting for her honour

There was a time of man and his honour

Honour of being the man. Honour for Love, 

For Bravery, For Destiny, For Pride

For Life, For Her and Her Honour

There was such a time, plenty moons ago.

Life 3.0

As the misty dew settle on the lids

Awakened from a nightmare never to stay

A shadow of the known, the embryo’s nest

Dances to the hope of another day

The night before, the lamps dimmed

Brewing fear that guts from within

The night after, the glow swelled into the room

Folding into the comfortable womb, akin

                                                                   

                                                                                                                                 

When PB was on a roll

Payal Bhuptani

‎"Aaj dub jaaye hum, wahin uss raat ki tarah, jahaan hum tum durr tanha jeete the,

Aaj phir hum saath hain aise kisi wajah, jahaan faasle kuch badthe kuche ghat te"

- inspired by the agony and ecstasy of THE ONE"

January 30 at 9:34pm · · ·

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  Sangeeta Panigrahy, Varun Shashi Rao, Gopichand Lagadapati and 5 otherslike this.
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    Kartik Agarwal very nice

    January 30 at 9:57pm ·
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    Vivek Vikram Singh Wah wah...aap bhi :), I told u---- "tum bhi mere jaise ban jaOge jab ishq tumhe ho jaayega.............. diwaron se takraaOge jab ishq tumhe ho jaayega....... :)

    January 30 at 10:05pm ·
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    Payal Bhuptani hum kissi se takrate nahi dost, aur baaki humse takraane ki himmat karte nahi, jab rat din aur din raat ho jaaye, tab mitthu bhi shayar ban jaate kahin :)

    January 30 at 10:10pm · · 3 people
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    Vivek Vikram Singh phir is bekarari ka sabab??

    January 30 at 10:13pm ·
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    Payal Bhuptani khaana aur baatein dono hazam nahi hui shaayad, issi par humne apna fasana likh kar diya, aapki seekh milti rahin humain, issi baat par nazraana pesh kar diya :)

    January 30 at 10:18pm · · 1 person
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    Rutu Nayak ‎:)

    January 30 at 10:20pm ·
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    Vivek Vikram Singh
    

    Wah wah...u ARE in a mood today :) in celebration of your mood today...."dil hee to hai na sang-o-KHisht dard se bhar na aaye kyoN ?

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    royeNge ham hazaar baar, koee hameiN sataaye kyoN ?

    
    

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    January 30 at 10:22pm · · 2 people
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    Rutu Nayak Umre daraz mein mangkar laye the char din, do arazoo mein kat gaye..do intazar mein :)

    January 30 at 10:25pm · · 1 person
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    Payal Bhuptani what have i unleashed

    January 30 at 10:34pm ·
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    Kartik Agarwal shayaron ki kya kami hai aye Ghalib, Ek dhoondo hazaar milte hain..

    January 30 at 10:43pm · · 1 person
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    Divya Garde Barbaad-e-gulistaan karne ko, ek hi ullu kaafi thha

    
    

    har shaakh pe ullu baithha hai...anjaam-e-gulistan kya hoga

    
    

    (cudn't resist add a sher to the mehfil of sher-o-shayari..)

    
    

    January 30 at 10:53pm · · 3 people

10 of them and a burning soul

While a script for short film (which now has taken a completely different direction in my head :) ), I had written these lines. These lines were supposed to be an integral part of the that first story. I was mighty proud of myself. 

“Subah hote hi ek kalash khuli dhoondli hawa se

Raat ke baad ka ujaala dikha yahin is jagah se

Aankhe khuli khuli band band si reh gayin

Dhoop ki kirane yahaan aate aate wahin reh gayin”

“Yehin se udhi thi panchi pehli baar hawa ke sang

Chode ghosle ki chaadar mile indradhanush ke rang

Aaj wohi guzara pal phir dikha, chulbuli aakhon mein

Dekhti usi ore har roz, jahaan jaa chuki hoon main”

To Life and Chances

Floyd and poetry became a part of me when I wrote this. Its called Nostalgia. You will call it a cliche. Well! I can live with that.

"Aaj doob jaaye hum, wahin uss raat ki tarah, jahaan hum tum dur tanha jeete the,

Aaj phir hum saath hain aise kisi wajah, jahaan faasle kuch badthe kuche ghat te"

The 90 minutes

The lingering smell of stale blue light,

Men of glory, awaiting their sweet wine tonight

Another one,yet again, shall be born,

As i stare through the silence of the dawn!

The Green Glow

Each brick of my soul seals a desire

My eyes yearn for that green glow

The wait seems endless and haunting

As I know which way, the wind will blow

Its easy sometimes to stand against the tide

Feeling the world against your face

As the deep-seeded reason for existence

Justifies all that the heart wants to chase

I let you in to the rise and fall of my symphony

Leasing love to define each note and its glory

My truth and lies become yours to see

Exposing every page of the unwritten story

Questioning every bit of my existent insanity

You could be a delusion my mind wants to seek

Dangerously guiding its way to an unfamiliar road

Still steering away my fear of falling weak

Will wait for that time when I can possess you

Give up a thousand lives to feel the that way

The perils of love can disappear into an infernal pit

There has to be justice which will see its day

Beyond the Horizon

My quest is to control and conquer

My quest is to go beyond the dreams of man

To over power the mind and seek incomparability

To go beyond truth and ahead of time

I crave to seek more than life

I crave for immortality

Subdue species in my power

Subdue God to be the God

Restrain time to unknot the past

Restrain mind to prophesy the future

Attain divinity greater than God

Attain devoutness larger than Satan

Fly like the eagle beyond the atmosphere

Fly to possess the horizon and beyond.

Looking Through

The luring eyes pierced through me

And stared at me sullenly knowing it all

The night sky screamed through its loneliness

The obscurity skulked inside my head

Just like the darkness above me

Remorse and guilt filled my soul

As it still gawked at me

The bloody knife still in my hand

The heaven close to my heart

But suddenly disappearing in me

Bleeding through my eyes, I wanted more

Just like grain for the famished

To save a life, a life had to end

And it still stared at me morosely

Guilt building in every moment

The shadow slithered over me

My hands shivered when I stabbed him through

And he still glared at me through his dead eyes

But he had to die, that was the rule

I gave conclusion to his life

He was the enemy

And his inert eyes still stared at me

My legs went weak again

It quivered in the pool of the red

The moonlight disappearing into the light of dawn

So it seemed to me

It was my conscience blurring my sanity

And yet again he locked his eyes on me

Discernment vanished from my mind

Filling me with numbness of the morning light

The right and the wrong seemed frail

The river of the blood sinuously undulating

Clinching my heart and my soul

And His eyes looked through me

Death now seemed natural

As if the purpose to live is to die

The vagueness of life holding its worth for me

Because the fight was for the flag

As told by the world

And his merciful eyes still mocked me

I had started the slaughter humanity, not men

The glory turning to guilt and remorse

I looked around the battlefield for victory

To find men, laying listless, for honour

Of the the same soil which I was a part of

All of them now looking through, humiliating me

I fought the battle of being born

I fought the battle of my childhood

I fought the battle of youth

I fought the battle of my soil

Now fighting the battle of my death

I still stared at the pool of my blood at me.