My Metal Dreams

Will this place, Collapse on me,  If I learn to believe  in me, and I break down these shackles,  Of love and dreams, and pray for a world, Of sadness and pain?  No one dies, bathing in, The winter rain, and getting burnt  in the summer sun, But I will die,  If not for the hurt in my life,  But for the lies I hear,  and all the misdeeds, I bear.  I will raze all your rotten crops, All your decaying fruit, and I will laugh  and speak,"Come, Lash my bruised back" "And kick my teeth too, if that pleases you",  I will sleep happy that night, for having lessened your troubles and all your blight.  Happiness, does it slowly turn to a sore, Or, does it make you addicted, and you want more, You go queasy and it festers, open and bleeds,  And then you long for loneliness,your mountain of Mourne,  In your place to hide, you sit and mourn.

Wake O' wake my dear men, wake from your deep slumbers, Take up your morning tools, and go straight into the gutters, Wear your stinky boots, and your torn fedora hats, The world is a big hamster wheel and you my friends, just rats Run O' run my dear men, Keep running and don't stop, Think of it, if you will stop, the earth will die and rot, So, dig in deep with your poor feet, keep scraping this food bowl, Render this planet not a better place, but just a 'blue' black hole Gaze O' gaze my dear men, What came of music and the book, Can you see, out on the hills them burning by the brook, But you are now but hollow men, you know not song and wine, You know how to kill the man and you know how to whine Wake O' wake my dear men, wake from your deep slumbers, You have been lying around, just like logs and lumbers, And burn you will like pieces of wood, in the cool summer air, Warned are you, don't take a step, into the dragon's lair. Laugh for once and ...

I wish I could be young, Just for a day, I wish I was small And had small fingers i could twirl, In my father's hands. I wish I couldn't walk as fast, As I do nowadays, and I could stop, And see, the wonders and mysteries, Which pass me by every moment. I wish I saw love when I stared into, These million swarming eyes, around me, While all I see these days, Is a reflection of hate, envy and pain I don't want to speak, as words fail me, Like they did, then, and this cruel tongue, Speaks only lies, and no truth, I'd rather cut it off than let it harm anyone. Let me play in sand and mud, Let me eat chalk, let me fall off bicycles, Let me break my tiny bones, and let me lose my teeth, I would still laugh and happily finish my meal. Where is my mother now, I lost her, in my childhood, and I lost my innocence too, I lie in my home, alone and sad, While she dies, and no one cares. If i could be a child again, I would kiss her, And tell her that I loved her, And sit in her lap...

Her shoes were soiled in tar, Hair dusty, and her dress was torn Smiling, laughing she kissed my cheek, And I was left shy, coy and meek. My small heart, cried with joy, Hearing her footsteps bang on the lifeless stairs The house, dead for way too long, Broke into a serenade, a lovely song. I had lived a life motionless and strange Glued to a chair and cigarette smoke, Ashes piled up with the passing years, Slowly drowning me were all my tears. She came to me, her face was wet, She whispered in my ear,'Dad, it's raining,come out and play' Holding her little fingers,and my wooden cane I walked to the door, into the baptizing rain There was a lake nearby, she followed me there, I had been lifeless too long, I wanted to play She told me that it was sad and lonely here, And jumped in the waters,cold and clear I had cried too long, I stood in quicksand, As it rained, I smiled and beamed, The lovely picture hanging on my fireplace, Had turned into a r...

I met you in the college park, with my hands on a stick and your hands on your face, and I let out a gasp, watching you from afar, Wondering  what I would say  when we'd meet. I walked up to you, in the wintery morning, When the winds were cool and the grounds were wet When I used to be a limp, and you afraid, And my shirts used to have holes in them. My broken self and a cold hand, were the things I brought you, when we met that day, And you had a look on your face, Whether this was the vagabond you had loved that may. You looked in my eyes, and gave a smile too weary, For you had woken up too early, when people around you slept Just to meet this guy you had loved, And I could feel nothing but sorry. Shy and coy, we walked to the gates, Our hands touched, and we broke into a song You tried to look into my eyes, But couldn't, as you were short and me, too long. We took a ride to the holy lake, Where lord's hyms blared and people bathed naked, And I knew why we were in this...

In solitude, I stay alone in peace, The Sun shines and I wrinkle I collapse onto myself, like a touch-me-not, and Disappear under a wintery cot I feel the cold, shattering my teeth, They clatter, and sometimes bite my tongue, I wait for my mother's warmth and smile, To dampen my cunning and all my guile I lie in my bed, it's now on fire, It burns my dreams and all my desires, A face of hope and distant dreams, Breaks in little pieces at the seams Winters come, and summers they pass, Years remain, etched on my skin With every passing day i feel, The pen will soon run out of ink. Last days of summers, In my life are here, Bound by leather and the chain, I see around the corner, An end to the pain.

She looked up. There was no sky above her, only a stationary fan. She was covered in sweat, and her eyes were full of tears, she didn't know where she was. She looked around. She had a basket full of waste papers, crumpled in a small heap. She exhaled, and let out a deep sigh. She was so close to her target, her goal of life. Her moment of reckoning, the end of starvation and catharsis at last. A knock. She heard a knock on her door and some muffled voices. She drowned the voices. She started singing, and a rainbow of colors blew up on her face. The room sprung up with life, with vigor and infinite possibilities but soon turned back to how it was initially. Someone passed a plate of food under the gate of her room. Surprisingly, the food was very good everyday, considering she had expected everyone to have conveniently forgotten her by now. But evidently everyone loved her. Moreover, she had turned out to be a celebrity in India, considering what she had done, how she had re...

Sometimes the wind doesn't blow And the days are harsh as the winter nights You walk through the muddy waters Under the cool and warm moonlight You long for a touch that mends you For you are, my broken toy And the layers of dust on your face Show you are still pretty and coy Encircled by clouds,shadows mirroring in your eyes You stand revered by men and gods Arms open, your self up so high, Rains waiting to fill up the skies I wait for you, oh warm and pure Inside my shell, locked in too long Baptised, tested through rains and storm Longing for you, for you are my cure The storms subside, the sky now warm Looking at us all battered and torn And the bodies of two lovers under the sun Conjoin and blend into one

I drift in ionic sub matter, into an abyss of darkness and enduring mist. I fall through viscous maladies, which through its multitudes of derisions have created lacerations on my soul, bleeding profusely till the cesspools around me turned to resin. I dry up inside. Obdurate as I am, I have run helter-skelter since the time immemorial, calloused fingers tell enough of what I have been through my entire life. Ameliorated? No I have never been a belligerent to what I had been given, just kept floating upon the brim like the remnants of the ashen world all around my constructed realities. And like my pomegranate spacemen, I disintegrated with a poof. Like a wisp of smoke, I was gone. People grabbed thin air, only to catch a shadow of my old and ornery self. And what did you do? You were there in the mob, fastidious and full of cowardice. When my soul blasted into smithereens, you ducked away into shadows, fearing the blood thirsty crowds, looking to keep all the ambrosia for yo...

Pacific Rim- There is a reason why I absolutely revere the beautiful unpredictability of movie business. Sometimes you predict something and the inevitability of uncertainty ensures that you in the end are only left confounded, wondering how the usual play safe Hollywood mentality sometimes goes all the way to produce something so risky. First there was Inception and now there is Pacific Rim, both being multimillion tentpole sci-fi features they are, and most importantly they are completely original properties. Dabbing into history, Inception went on to gross more than 800 million USD, but what is it we can expect out of Pacific Rim? In strict terms, this is not exactly an original idea, but more of homage to all the guilty pleasures a spoiled adventure loving kid has ever had in life. Referring to a Variety article I read earlier this month, this is Transformers minus the crass Michael Bay mentality plus the playfulness, the cutesy dumb action and the human sensibilities omn...

What happens when someone tries to blindly replicate something without even thinking how loosely the formula gels, given the situation it has been applied to? You get Man of Steel, a flawed vision marred not only due to the utter discontinuities in the pace of how the action unfolds on screen, but also by its absolute reverence towards the Nolan's Batman trilogy. Essentially in reference to the aforementioned discontinuities, the film can essentially be separated into two parts, the one before the kryptonians decide to wreak havoc on earth and the one after it, oddly enough with an absence of any comprehendible third act, partly because of Snyder's-'Always start off the action at 11 and never know when to slow down' attitude. The movie starts off on a very vividly imagined krypton facing a military coup with Jor-El(Russel Crowe) and Lara, Superman’s biological parents trying to resist it, ultimately culminating into utter wastage of time and effort as krypton i...

Forgo all your discourses, They are all made up, Your mind's fabric is all torn, And you diss out mere farces Pretentious and vain, I lynch thee outlaws Those who sit in reveries,self proclaimed visionaries Keeking,sitting atop a mighty pedestal, And the birds,perch upon the eerie jigsaws Spewing angry words,at their own distitude, Savage oracies,an epitome of loss, In these times of gratuitous dispositions A guillotine falls, breaking the lassitude

Dreams of leaving, Lingering echoes of voices All surreal ecstasies wane, Masked by a penchant for healing Our slashed minds,set ablaze deriding the crazy worlds,we left behind Walked through flames ,down to the isle Did we traverse alone, the maze? Eons have now come and gone, Edges have turned to dust, Passing days,slipping,receding to nigh Acrostic mess,what life had become Looking back at the deeds I'd done I only realize, how foolish I had been to have run (For how I had fallen back every time I'd walked There always was a safe home to have, a place I revered)