Along the road to nowhere

Along the road to nowhere,
In a car sat the Priest and I,
He gazed out the window,
Watching the streetlights flashing by,

We stopped along a bridge,
To take in the river, the sun, and the moon,
And to give ourselves some rest,
We had been travelling since noon,

He looked at the sun as it set,
“Is there anything more powerful than God?”
“I believe it’s called the Big Bang Theory,
A scientific phenomenon and not the power of the lord”

He seemed to be perturbed,
The insolent atheist in me had uttered,
And thus began a useless debate,
And his responses were too cluttered

We came back to the car,
And noticed a tire had gone flat,
I took a deep breath,
As he saw god’s hand in that,

“God has punished you,
For all your blasphemies and sins,
For denying his authority,
And for questioning his existence.”

I smiled and looked at him,
And looked him straight in the eye,
And asked him a simple question,
And I simply asked him “why?

If your god is forgiving,
Compassionate, benevolent, and kind,
Then how can the words,
Of an atheist, make him lose his mind?

Is he so insecure?
That a logical argument is difficult to fathom,
That fact is ignored for blind faith,
And attributed to reasons random?

No, dear friend,
His existence is not what I question,
I question you,
And I question your interpretation.”

He seemed to be,
At a loss of words, and unable to comprehend,
He looked at the flat tire,
And then at me, then across the river-bend,

“God will help me,
Out of this situation, as I shall pray with all my zeal,”
“God helps those who help themselves,
And by the way, it’s called a spare wheel!”

Indecisive

I don't know what to write anymore, so here goes nothing

I stare at the screen, thinking of something to write,
and the screen stares back, hoping that this time, I might,

I am confused and uncertain, I want to write something that rocks,
But right now I just stare at the keyboard, is this a writers block?

I am pondering, if it should be an essay, a sonnet, a poem, or a song,
then I can't decide, if I should keep it short or make it really long,

If that was not enough, these useless bunch of words need to be named,
As my motivation drops, I realize no one will read them, all the same,

But then, I write for myself, and not for fortune or riches,
though secretly I wish, to be one of those rich sons of bitches,

Who make their living, writing insanely stupid stuff,
18 till I die sells, and I am finding this tough?

oh man, i just realized that I have almost written a song,
Never mind, it's just a sonnet, cos it is fourteen lines long.

Being Told

They told me
I am not good enough
They told me
I am too slow for this stuff
They told me
I will soon bite the dust
They told me
I will succumb to the lust
They told me
I just don't have it in me
They told me
I can't be what I want to be
They told me
The others are too fast
They told me
I just won't last
They told me
Life will always be a bitch
They told me
I’ll always be short of a stitch

Then you came into my life
And I felt a bit more alive
You might not know the difference you made
But with you around many things changed
It isn't only the things you said
It’s also the things you left unsaid
Those things you didn't say told me so many truth
As if I was growing another wisdom tooth

You told me
I am stronger than I think
You told me
I am smarter than those dinks
You told me
How I fell will be forgotten
You told me
How I got up is more important
You told me
I have an inert inner strength
You told me
I am capable of going to any length
You told me
I can be what I want to be
You told me
My will is strong and free

You my friend, will always be special to me
Wrote this song so that you won't ever forget me

I, the wind

I am the wind, free and wild
Stronger than a rock, innocent like a child
If I raise my hand, I can touch the sky,
Send ripples through clouds and make them cry,
I rush through forests, and the trees caress,
My gliding wings, a pleasure I must confess,
I have seen the smile on a weary face,
When I kiss it softly and lightly embrace,
The tired travellers from far away,
I tell them, I was there yesterday,
I had seen your children running in the yard,
They ran with me when I stole their card,
The travellers move on, follow another trail,
I shall meet them later, and tell them again,
That I am everywhere, and that I can see it all,
I am the air you breathe; I am as real as a wall,
Invisible, intangible, impossible to ignore,
I am the truth; I guard the heavenly door,
The day you can’t feel me, is a day gone in vain,
But don’t be bothered, for I shall be back again,
To remind you that life shall go on,
I’ll still be here, long after you’re gone,
When you depart this mortal land,
A part of you shall hold my hand,
And eventually become a part of me,
Be a hurricane, or be a breeze.

Me

A friend just called,
Asking if I was free,
I said that's possible,
If we talk about me,

After talking for sometime,
He was bored I could see,
I said enough about myself,
Now let's talk about me,

He wanted to talk about life,
Life as it was meant to be,
I told him his life would be good,
If he kept talking about me,

I think he wasn't interested,
Because he cut short my story,
He said, "I think I'll call you later,
When you're ready to talk about me!"

Some people I must say,
Are as selfish as selfish can be,
They want to talk about themselves,
And hang-up when I want to talk about me!!!

Blogged with Flock

Let us go to war

Comrades, today we are going to war,
Do not ask what we are fighting for,
Or even if the enemy is at our door,
Or who is it that lies dead on the floor,

For someone once wrote on the fly,
that yours is not to reason why,
Nor can you make reply,
You will but do and die,

So pick up your arms and give your beloved a kiss,
Maybe, marry her, if she's still a miss,
Being a martyr's widow; a better fate it is,
Than to marry someone else for eternal bliss,

And when you fight, make them taste the metal of your gun,
Hunt them down, if they turn around and run,
Their women we shall rape, when their villages are won,
And don't you dare think, that they might be some mother's son,

Their country, is what shall be downed,
Their culture, we shall raze to the ground,
They do not believe in the democracy we found,
They are the infidel savages, we wear the civilized crown,

So come comrades, let us make war,
For our leaders know, what we are fighting for,
Our enemy is with us, behind our door,
And soon he'll have us crawling on the floor.

- Harkirat

A Toast

Come my friends, let’s raise a toast,
To all the things we once feared the most,
Raise one toast for the boss, who wouldn’t understand,
And one toast for the girl, who could’ve made your world grand,
Another one for the father, who raised a hand to hit you,
And one more for the brother, who you knew would ditch you,
One for the friend, who backstabbed and betrayed,
One for the enemy, whose aim never strayed,
Let’s have another one, for the child in us,
The one who made us propose to our first crush,
Save one more for our own parental mode,
With which we judged other people’s moral code,

Gulp it down, and make sure you savor the taste,
Drink every drop of it; don’t let it go waste,
And now think of all the things we could’ve learnt,
While we feared and cried, and our dreams burnt,
The incompetent boss, would stay there while you grew,
And the girl could still be your wife; maybe she too loved you,
Don’t forget that your father too, was once a son,
Or your brother brought you home, when you had run,
The friend who betrayed, was a choice gone wrong,
The enemies picked on you because you weren’t strong,
And now raise another toast, in humble gratitude,
And thank them all, for our unflinching attitude.

Still Alive...

Hello People...,

It's been a long time since I seriously sat down and wrote a poem. I think the last one that I seriously wrote was titled "Would" and i guess i wrote it last year on the 29th of July. Well anyways, this one's a sequel of sorts on of my previous poems titled "Alive". So just to refresh your memory, or in case you haven't read "Alive", I am attaching "Alive" before you get to read "Still Alive".

Alive

There is a story, my friends would tell,
Of how high I was, and how hard I fell,
A story about success despite disaster,
Of a slave destined to be his own master.
There was a fight which had once come my way,
Arrogance by my side, I made the choice to stay,
Outnumbered, I lost the battle, but not my pride,
My friends reassured that I fought the good fight.

... And then they whispered to me...
Look... Here... You're alive,
You've got to take this fall in your stride,
Today you can't crawl,
But tomorrow you will walk, run and Fly.

There I lay, Battered and bruised,
No words of courage, or abuse,
Then I felt it, Like a Midas touch,
A few people waiting for me to get up,
The rest had seen me take the tumble,
Walked away, thinking, I've been humbled.
Just because I lost, doesn't mean I'll yield,
They were still there, when I stepped off the field.

... And then I heard the unsaid words...
Look... Here... You're alive,
The way you fought, fills us with pride,
Today you can't walk,
But tomorrow you will run and Fly.

Invincible are the enemies you can no longer hurt,
And it's better to let go, like a worn out shirt.
Then I stepped onto another battleground,
My defeat was famous, and challengers abound,
And I fought them all, didn't hold back,
Like me everyone was bruised, blue and black
As I stepped off, some faces were missing,
There were new ones there, like a blessing,

... And to the departed ones I said...
Look... Here... I am alive,
What you gave me, can't be priced,
Today I can't run,
But tomorrow I am going to Fly.

From all my battles, a lot I had learnt,
No longer did revenge, hopelessly burn,
I came across many, so called the best,
They failed time and again, at my test,
The lesson they learnt, was for all to see,
They were the best, till they came across me,
And now I shall, spread my wings to fly,
To join the flock, up there in the sky,

... And together we all will sing...
Look... Here... We're alive,
We stood by each other, and through time,
Today if we fall,
Tomorrow we shall crawl, walk, run and Fly.

Still Alive

There are some stories that never get old,
Lying deep in our memories, waiting to be told,
Stories about the hour, before the dawn,
About the near death, of a dream reborn,
I once fought a battle, till the last one was down,
Victorious against odds, I let my guard down,
Lost all my trophies while I was basking in glory,
A surprise attack, was the end of that story,

They left me for dead, under the open sky,
In the pool of blood, and waterfall of tears,
With all hope lost, and facing my fears,
A voice within still refused to cry,
Said, "Not yet, not while you're still alive".

In a new country, and a new town,
Wishing no one would pick on a man who was down,
Broken and battered in every sense,
I picked up the pieces, and my friends,
I tried to rebuild, all that was lost,
Trying hard to regain, no matter the cost,
Fending of the people that came to scavenge,
And the enemies, hell bent on revenge,

And again I fell, and again I strived,
Strived to sit up, where I once stood tall,
Though every inch of me was ready to fall,
I told every sinew in me that was ready to die,
"Come on, not yet, I am still alive"

The relentless attacks came one after the other,
And the yellow sun, turned ruby in colour,
I told my friends to stay behind and wait,
To wait for me, while I opened the floodgates,
In came the flood of my sweat, blood, and tears,
And also a trickle of hope, and drop of full of fears,
This was a time of survival, redemption, and resurrection,
An eon of errors made and their correction,

The flood swept away my feathers, but I survived,
The flood subsided and I came ashore,
A new kingdom stood, grander than the one before,
In the midst of the kingdom, a castle touched the sky,
My friends looked at the king, who was still alive,

Now, it matters not, how many times I fall,
Or if the soaring phoenix, is forced to crawl,
For I have and I will, refuse to bow down to fate,
And if I can't walk, I'll crawl out that gate,
And once again teach myself, to how to walk,
And to learn to run, while fate still gawks,
It shall gawk to see me rise from ashes my own,
And fly higher, than I had ever flown,

To all the dream stealers; who'd left me to die,
Those who left me for the vultures; stand up and see,
I am more than what you thought I could ever be,
My kingdom is my answer to your prejudice and lies,
Oh, and guess what, I am still alive.

Die a little

Today, I want to slip away like grains of sand,
Today, I want the world in the palm of my hand,
Today, I want to run across the sky,
Today, I want to climb the mountains high,
Today, I want to dive into the oceans deep,
Today, I want to awaken my dreams from their sleep,
Today, I shall awaken the gods within,
Today, I shall defeat the demons within,
Today, I will blaze a trail for all to follow,
Today, I will live for yesterday's tomorrow,
Today, I am going to fly a little,
Today, I am going to walk the water so brittle,
Today, I might die a little.
But from today, I'll never cry a little,

When we are kings

Come my friends; let us not be bound,
To all the tempting vanities going around,
The temptation of easy success is growing strong,
And most around will give into it before long,
But you my friends have to stand by me,
For our will is strong, and we dare to dream,

And here we are, dreaming of immortality.
And destiny is now just a minor technicality.
In time they'll see, amongst other things.
And they shall kneel, when we are kings.

We are standing together, but are falling alone,
Don't cushion our fall, for we'll get up on our own,
The failures of life are not what we dread,
These failures have brought us back from the dead,
To stand up again, and go down with a fight,
Defeated, we've still proven ourselves to be right,

And here we are, victorious despite defeat,
Our kingdoms are on the way to be complete,
And though we don't wear any royal rings,
The time is near, when we'll be kings.

We believe in miracles, we believe in charms,
We open our hearts and hold open our arms,
We don't despair as the world passes us by,
We'll first learn to crawl, then walk, run and fly,
We believe in ourselves; with no place for fears,
We have our own treasures, of blood, sweat and tears,

And here we are, ready to face all odds,
And a resolve, that could defy the will of gods,
No matter what challenges, life might bring,
For even gods shall envy, when we are kings.

Invincible

Come and take your best shot,
Be sure to put in all you've got,
Beware this is your only chance,
Cause after this I'll make you dance
You might go as far as you can go,
And then prepare for my blow,

Did that hurt?
Did you just,
Eat the dirt?
Don't you know?
I am unbeatable?


My yardstick is much longer,
You have to be a lot stronger,
You'll never get close to where I am,
You'll never be the tiger, always the lamb,
All your efforts are futile,
The gap is not in inches but in miles,

Is that too high?
Did you just,
Reach for the sky?
Don't you know?
I am unattainable


Rub your eyes and reset your gaze,
Try and follow the trail I've blazed,
Yes, I am much beyond your reach,
It's for you to learn and me to teach,
Of the cruel laws of nature's selection,
Of how you can never beat perfection.

God is not, what I am
Did you just?
Pray to that scam?
Don't you know?
I am Invincible