Whats (the ) Time?

All those first babbles… till their last sigh…
Have been a witness…
A silent one… never felt me nearby…
Stop me… go give it try….
Pass…pass… watch me pass by….

My presence… one might never feel…
As the wind moving white clouds… against a clear blue sky…
Slowly keep sipping one’s whisky and rye…
Sober and one often wonders when it all went by…

The telling line between victory and defeat…
The mute witness in honesty and deceit…
The one with no origin and no end….
I belong to no race, no religion have no friend

Of words spoken and actions bold…
Of experiences new and old,
Of thoughts that have arisen and opinions made well…
Verity or Faux, Veracious or faulty….
Only I….. And only I will tell.

More stupid attempts at poetry.......

What life’s like??? I asked myself,
Thinking about it looking at the close by shelf,
Is it the wide open sky, or an empty cage?
Sometimes you approach it with a fit of rage,
And at times like a sage,
Fighting till the end to earn your daily wage,
Is this all to this book with so many a page???
There are times when you act like a dove,
Strange things, odd events and people you love.
At times when the right one comes along,
Near you, you’d never allow.
Head or heart whom to follow???

Sitting, waiting, wishing…

I was always there waiting
But you were never……
Well…. its nobody’s fault
That the ship was steered away….
When I was longing for a halt
Never expected much from this anyways….
Just wanted to give what I had in intemperance
Just wanted to see if it comes back again…
Strong, true, worthy enough of sustenance
Although I read the signals
But maybe I construed them wrong
Am writing a hollow poem
But am trying to sing it like a song.

Dunno what to do with this beautiful gift?

This one was inspired by a Gtalk - Label put up by one of my slose friends Mr. Arun (Lazy) Menon

Another day's passing by...
A lot of thought gushing through
the space between my ears...
Feels like I'm wasting a lot of this thing called time...
It's a crime.. oh! is it a crime?
Often committed by a confused mind...
But what if one's like a rolling stone...
One without a home...
What if... there's no goal...
no destination... no place to go... no rat race to run...
at the end of which...you still remain a rat... with an illusion... an illusion that you've won...
Everybody seems to be in a perinial state of hurry...
hurry... to get to some place... ha!... i've got none...

The more I see... the less i know....
The less i know... the more i wanna see...
Thus i aggravete my own strife...
Hmm... don't know what to do with this beautiful....
beautiful gift of god called... "Life"?

Confessions of a confused mind

Standing at a crossroad,
I wonder which way to go,
See a lot of people walking each way,
Dunno who to follow,
I can read the directions...
But my minds too shallow...

Choices are half chances... they say...
Can't see any,... am too blinded...
Blinded by my thoughts,
Blinded by the way I believe...
Blinded by old paths treaded on,

reflections...... the way i am...
Blinded by myself, I dunno where i go.

Wishing for a better sunrise,
Dunno if that'll happen tomorrow,
Cause today my minds full of sorrow.

As i walk along... I leave...
I leave... footprints in sands of time...
These are... These are confessions of a confused mind.

Reaching out

Living with the illusion of foresight...
All the struggle... the fight....
Breaking the shackles....
Away from the groping darkness...
Reaching out.... for light....