Call it a day!

Ah…What is there that can’t be thrown at me?

What is there that can’t be shouted at me?

I stand cold and drenched in pain all mirrors to my destiny.

A milieu of emotions and a bag full of expectations.

I know I have to do it for the lot,

And I know I should have done up till now.

But I am late and I have to mend it, somehow.

I can’t end for sure before I let it sort.

As I pen down the things that keep me occupied,

I see the reminiscences and count the hasty decisions gone by.

I should have, I could have and a couple of questions more.

Delude my vision and hurt me like a running soar.

It may be the reality that was supposed to be,

Or it may be what I made myself to be.

But, whatever it is, if it is here to stay.

It might not be long, that I could no longer face the day.

I wish and I know it will surely end one day,

Bright sun and blue sky; will dawn a new day.

Dead or alive, I would have nothing more to say,

For I would be content; I would CALL IT A DAY!

Wish you called me back...

Wish you called me back...

Wish you heard me say...

In these lonely hours that I spend today...

I wish you got me what all I lacked.

Yeah, I long for your touch...

And I fear to loose you but I cant do much.

Now I know I cant be waiting...

Need to move on and loose the ring.

Years have passed,

Lights have gone dim,

A broken glass and a bottle of gin,

I still see your shadow and thats all that lasts.

They told me it would never work out

But I still believed and had a reason to say...

Now all thats left is the fading away day.

And I still hope that one day , that one day you would hear me loud!

Wish you called me back...

Wish you heard me say...

In these lonely hours that I spend today...

I wish you got me what all I lacked.

Realize

If you stop and watch your actions,

And try to listen and not hear,

If you realize your mistake even once,

You shall bring a smile and wipe the tears!

What have you done that can’t be undone?

What have you achieved with a loaded gun?

Just another desire to be someone,

You have fed the selfish heart but at what cost my son?

I had a reason to believe,

Wanted to make you achieve,

I sent away the purest part of me,

Didn’t really know what was written in destiny.

Now all I ask is to hold on to you,

Realize your mistakes and start anew,

And I know you would make it a better place to be,

A place that I always wanted to see!

*Dedicated to the Lord.

Let it flow...

It may sound silly and stupid,

To break away with the pattern and step out

It may be difficult to step out of the hide outs

But, that’s what you are meant for…isn’t it?

Sail in the blue waters like the way Columbus did…

Reach for the light, the way a moth does…

Go reverse; be different bit by bit…

It will pay you one day and it is worth the fuss…

Look at me, I have nothing….

I don’t know where I am heading….

May be not towards the place where the world wants me to be…

I don’t care, for I have this life to be….

I may die as a pauper

As an unknown one on one of the streets…

Or live life king size as one of the lot unknown for what he seeks…

But, can I grow stale like a blocked river….No never!

I don’t know whether you should read me,

Should believe in me and follow me,

All I wish t o say is everyone has his own destiny…

He needs to follow his heart and let it be…

Requiem for a Grand Lady

Eyes lined with Kohl,

Narrow slits with hooded brows thick,

Shone with a peculiar stance,

Sagacious eyes that judged one so quick.

Lips crimson with betel juice,

Turned at corners with smile of age,

Oft dripping with love divine

Twirling up as a sage.

Ever caring and loving her large brood,

Equally shared with profound care,

Never bared her soul to her brood,

Through thick and thin she gave her care.

Now she rests with nothing amiss

Without a care in the world,

Her beatific smile so worn

She rests in eternal bliss.

*Written by my father- Sanjay Atrishi

**Dedicated to my Grandma...

Random Thoughts.2

It is easy to be what others want you to be.

It gets difficult when you try to be yourself...

Random Thoughts.1

Try to hold it down, it shall erode you away.

Let it flow as it is meant to be,

And you shall live for another day...

'Such is Life'.

TIGER

I was lucky to be born wild

I was lucky to have Mother Nature by my side.

My parents were strong for everyone feared of them,

The sky was my world and the jungle my den.

I was proud to be one of them, for we had a mighty race.

‘Coz we got to roam around in sun and moon, at our own pace.

I had a bunch of friends and a few cousins, in here

And I sneaked out with them by the silent sleepy river.

Then one day the rules of the game changed.

A few us were nowhere to be found

A lot more died and gloom was to surround

Perplexed I was, and I was full of rage.

And then THEY came and told us it was not anymore safe,

That we would die soon and vanish will our race.

THEY promised us they won’t let anyone steal us of our lives.

For THEY would cut down trees and etch out safer boundaries.

Afraid I was for I saw my world turn upside down,

My close ones were nowhere to be found,

I had nothing but to trust in THEIR words,

At least I had ma and pa by my side, if not all my peers.

And then I get up today,

It doesn’t seem to be a just another day,

My ma and pa are not around,

I search and call for them in jungle far and beyond,

Where has my ma gone?

Where has my pa gone?

What have I done wrong?

Where have my ma and pa gone?

And then I hear sounds and I tremble with fear,

I find THEM coming near,

THEY pick me up and promise me safety

Only to hear at far, “Tiger bones are medicinal for they keep you hale and hearty”.

If someone can hear my cries,

If someone can wash away my tears,

Then let THEM know that THEY are terribly mistaken,

Stealing life from someone won’t make THEM breath again!

*Dedicated to tigers...

I have been around

I have been around

I have held your hand and shown you around.

I have wiped your tears and given you hope

When you had none and had chosen dope!

I have walked for ages and suffered for all

You have longed for me behind the manmade wall,

And you have massacred humanity in my name, isn’t it my son?

All I wish to tell you is that I am the one, the ancient one!

I was Zoroaster, Ram and Krishna

I was Jesus, Buddha and Mohammed,

My message was same, over and over I said.

Lost within yourself, you never cared for what I said!

I have walked for ages and suffered for all

You have longed for me, behind the manmade wall,

And you have massacred humanity in my name, isn’t it my son?

All I wish to tell you is that I am the one, the ancient one!

Now I am back in this life for once more,

To set you free from the darkness within your core.

To give hope to the hope forsaken,

I am here not to teach but to awaken!

-A dedication to the Supreme.

Tame my mind

A million thoughts in my mind,

A zillion voices to call them mine.

A face stranger than my own,

I see the world the way I’d never known.

Flashes of memories haunt like never before,

Intrepidly remain transfixed with the running sore.

There are decisions to be made in the 11^th hour.

For ‘THEY’ expect me to meet the raised BAR.

I see my love slip away in the shiny sand,

I feel my fate is nothing but a far away land.

I see my dreams blow up in air,

I feel I should call it a day for I can’t let ‘IT’ sear.

I make an attempt to put it off for forever,

And I quiver to think that it won’t be so sober.

Amongst the cacophony, I read the sign.

It’s nothing but frenzy in my mind.

So, of all the things that I can’t mend,

Of all the whims that I can’t comprehend,

To free myself from the clutches of time,

I need to tame my mind.

I NEED TO TAME MY MIND…

Who am I?

I am the comfort in grand ma’s lullabies

I am the innocence in the childhood lies

I am the gaze in a lover’s eyes

I am the trust in a matrimony tie

I am the deceit in the rolling dice

I am the shoulder to a million cries

I am the hope in an alibi

I am the nostalgia of the gone byes

I am the last word in a dying man’s sighs

I am a story teller who touches LIVES!

Interrogative Introspection

Who am I?

Am I the truth or just another lie?

What have I come here for?

To win over something which was earlier yours?

Whom do I belong to?

Am I one, many or just a few?

What name can you give me?

Is it fate or do I write my destiny?

Am I new or second hand?

Is it the first time or the umpteenth time?

Can I hold on or let it decay with slipping sand?

Does it really end or it resurrects after number nine?

Am I me or pretending to be myself?

Can I experience it as if I was someone else?

For once can I shut up and listen to myself?

For once can I be me and let MYSELF dwell?