Tik Tok

I’ve seen the clock struck the same hour every day. Saying it’s tickling all round the degrees and coming back and forth.

It creates a magical sound. Something like ‘Tik-Tok” or “Click-click”. It depicts the time is moving. Someone’s taking a birth, someone’s dying. Explain the process of getting closer to the happenings in the world every passing second, you can’t! We’re not supposed to.

So, even if it clocks not moving, time departure is not being depicted, or you’re careless enough to forget about time, time’s still on the move. Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, can you hear it? No? Maybe you need to.

Tell me, how’s your life. That you can.



I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,
Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

Straight, cloudy, road and sky,

I tear my heaven to know if it’s you.

Your shine, paused with ample happiness,

I fear my eye, fate if I come see you.


I paint back from past, things, chats,

New like a pinch of fairy on my cheeks.

I fly out of my mind, towards you,

Off where you begin, the world ends.


I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,

Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

I wish not to bring it back, but bear fruit for today,

Whose seeds time sown years before this today.


I’m now out in open, dark land,

Easy it seems, looking at sunlight, you.

Overfilling my pain, your happiness,

Your hopping body and motionless time.


Seeing you if I can make it possible,

I’ll get wind of this crawler, me.

I lift my spirits not in pray, but in convention,

I’ll look for me and then I look for you.

Walk of Life

A little about the walk of life will be told,

The scent of which is inherent in all,

Wherever will be the sound of the music,

You will paddle through waves like a moment ago.


Well touched and written about it are books,

Often what seen and felt is never forgotten,

And set inside the travelling heart of all,

Are values, gifts and laughs all round the horizon.


One peels off the bad lucrative chin of thoughts,

Lands in the dustbin of forgotten memories,

There where no side is taken, none borrowed,

Lies the sight of God in its full glimmer.


Look back don’t you, pass over the present,

Like a clean, shiny mirror speaking nothing but truth,

That one won’t die without a word in the mind,

Of chances there aren’t to forget their’s.


So drunken in silence I’m today, out loud my ears heard,

I can’t let go off my veil before the shine of tomorrow,

I rest calm on my bed journeying around the world,

So damn is the challenge, takes nothing but me after all.


To the walk of life, I stay stiff still sleeping in the noon,

Watching and crying over elasped moons,

To the age of wisdom, bold and powerful,

I arrest my attitude, laid back and laggard.

To where I scrupled before attending a thought,

So bleak in diffusion and slow to arrange,

Wild ideas, opinions and life of mine’s,

But here in stays slowly to create a sense of change!

Way I Sound

Way I sound close and near, so calm,

Way world heard and narrated, so loud.

The show want me to say hard, and speak,

Let freedom set trends big and clear.

Not easily composed the time, it went questioning,

Again and again, those limits strained.

Limitless close to fear and dared to hate,

Life went short and high in meanings.

Not was my way nor did I say it should be,

But it flowed and never paused.

I set trends, one after the another,

It was me, all in me, all unclear.

Now I stepped into the world so new,

That millions words won’t enough be.

Straight road I murmur, it will see,

An end, a winner and a reward all clear.

The Lantern on the Chair

I won’t talk of those who ride their wheels like a mad sheep or those willing to share their hair with all passing by. I won’t think of those who delay life like an Indian Monsoon and neither of those who sell their defence with those of Misty wits.

There, I was a little unknown, to this little new world I came to know. Even after bearing the thrust of regrettion with every taken breath, I had glimpse of an imagery mirrored from someone like me.

She was there gleaming her eyes on something, and the next word I remember hearing from her, “What???”. This she answered as she was measly ordered to shut the door in her vicinity by the one standing next to me. All of a sudden she had me glaring like those similar gleaming eyes pointing for her necromancy on me.

It was a second’s show and I believed nothing has happened and nothing was already destined to be. For all those in my second opinion, the people have their ideas diffused with just a sight, I was desperately failing to find a place. All I was left in again was the darkness.
And so in the sleepy afternoon, I found myself braving my face against the bright tubelight trying to borrow a sleep. In the bitter darkness, I saw her elegance on the throne of my wisdom and I had nothing else to believe with my heart throbbing like a wildfire. For all those eventual dreams perpetuating out of nowhere, I had no gatekeepers and the floods had already touched the danger mark within seconds.

We had the ones that people use to do. We had those that people use to have. We shared those that people use to share. All these when they talk, walk and see in each other’s eyes. But I had nothing but a boring dream awaiting permission. It wasn’t shattering but wasn’t even raising and so I decided not to shred decency.

So, I was the same guy, with the brittling soul which is sold in easy markets for easy money. The one that those people had already sold to their lenders and me awaiting permission and admission in any of those queues.

But I still congratulate that Lantern lightening on the chair spreading hope for all those in need and inviting those worthy of her light. And still I ponder upon myself for being the most hopeful and effulgent at a time when it wasn’t needed. So, I was drawn out of darkness preceding the brilliance of a beauty underestimated by people of no virtue and eventually no life. I still regret and out of no use I find time to fill my mind with her memories!