The Fallen Mercy

The womb of a mother and the distant dream of a child
Relinquishing unborn miseries and a story that gone unspoken
The beginning of a dawn or vanishing the light...
And we hope for a better day by accepting our plight
Innocence lost in a horde of unbound lust...

Death of love or dismembering two hearts whose emotions were vast...

Somewhere down the memory line,we still try to make it a better day
Happiness flows across and inner feelings which pray
Two hungry souls run amok for shelter and asks for mercy rather
The creation had gone wrong ,tears overture...
Touch that still unfolds,unfolds our echoing words
And then we bid goodbye,goodbye forever happy rain...

The womb of a mother and the cries of her unborn child
Relinquishing unborn miseries and a life that has gone missing
Now the memories are history but the pain that remains
Counting the moments of misery and relishing the grievance
This is how we dismantled ourselves,this is how the story ends
Pray for mercy,pardoning myself never...

The End Of Innocence

The divinity of the night sky falls high tonight
And the forest blooms with all those fireflies shining bright
The blowing wind is spreading the mesmerizing aroma of those unknown wildflowers
The fallen stars predict the fate of an untold story
They say love is blind so they walk by hand in hand
So that the celebration of tomorrow can be grand
The moon is feeling shy tonight hiding it's face across the blanket of cloud
And as the rays of heaven approaches the moon, they goes circling
Round and round...

They smiles looking at each others eye
 Ohh he is just planning to pluck that wild lotus
Showering her with the blessings of amphibians
Slowly she holds her breath,her emotions shies away
Like the face of a serpentine who hides itself in it's own coil
In the far distance,the trees collates the magical harmony of the forest
Making every second memorable,the leaves never stop nor they take rest

Slowly the night is becoming old turning all the elements cold
The emotion flies high with innocence,the human feeling that embrace
They are coming closer and closer,flesh and bone are giving up
Leaving no choice but to coil up the hungry skin and the souls
The cloud have becoming thicker,hiding the reflections of the moon
Oh the mighty nature she hides down everything
And she don't want to turn these innocence into ruin

 And then I come to my sense to realize that it's only a dream
My eyes still wonder,did i try to chase all the moon beam
The night is still cold and silent like a serpent's skin
The magic of the night takes away the pain
And makes me realize,although hardly we are humans anymore
But our emotions still run high
Into the silence of night and with the blessing of nightwind
In the distance, from those mountains of hope
Some passing souls whistle and smiles
Reminds me of the fact that may be the night is getting older
But the innocence is still younger
They blows with the wind and whisper in my ears
'Go back to sleep son,the emotion in the night would never get old
But in the day,it  would become bold...'
I hide myself into the solitude and the spirits give me the hope again
Well again,this would not be the end of innocence...

Photo courtesy: Vlad Marica
Get it here : http://vladmrk.blogspot.in/

The Departure

To get you in these arms and fly across the horizons
Of life,love and mortality...
Is a definite distant dream of oblivion and pain
The summer of starry nights and...
 The weeping of deciduous leaves in the winter rain
Holds the path to my eternal salvation and inner silence...

The day holds the memory of us holding our hands
In the eternal mystic wood of happiness and gain
Far away in the distant land,our voices emerged
In the sad tune of that lone carrier of flute who sang  (X 2)
Who sang for sadness and vein...

And how do we fell apart,and how do we fell apart
Is this just a dream or just an illusion of another sorrow...
I had to let you go,I had to make you shine
We had to let us go as we had to cross this ruthless river
The river of grief,remembrance and silent hollow
Slowly I kept my fingers on you...
And whispered ''the nightmare is over''
And hope for a beginning is rare...

The coil of serpentine and sorrow holds my feet high
Unable to reciprocate and unable to hide
Unachievable rage of pride...
Sometime I let myself go,I let myself become numb
Over memories of despair and
Over despised cry of my soul where I have nothing to hide

The dark horizon of apocalypse
Is coming to take me away
The Coil of serpentine
Is letting me go...
I am leaving this over,I am letting this go
Is the pain over yet?
 

The Golden Light years of Memory and The Cold Embrace Of The End

They say wishes ohh wishes are made up in the stars
and they coils up with the hindrance of your time
And when we grow up, they sweetens the verses of our dream
Which lets you exhale the outreached far cry of your memory...
Time shall pass by and memory ohh memories shall vanish
So the day you die your soul shall absolutely relish...

Hope ohh dear hope,they say you still live in death (a cold death)
Those who rages upon life and marches beyond time and takes you in their breath
And then they meet fate ohh our fate which vehemently proceeds
Calming down all the possible tantrums of wishes to live
Time shall pass by and memory ohh memories shall vanish
But ohh fate you are so cruel that our hopes,they shall all perish!

Those everyday mornings we wake up and those countless nights we dream
Isn't that all of us we are bound to realize 'who am I or who are we to live?'
And like they said,live for today and live better for tomorrow
Don't we place our unknown happiness over our dear-most sorrow
Beneath your flesh and bones,our immortal soul struggles forever
To find the key and release the ever infinite struggle of joy
like the old man says,river shall run forever,the soul struggles forever

(Collapse)
And then the cold hands of death reaches us mortal beings
Diminishes the fight of mortality (To become the immortal one)
Like the ocean and the glorious whale or the sky and the restless birds
Our dreams and hopes get buried beneath the infinite yards
And then our memories speaks to race against our time...
The struggle still continues...
WHO ARE YOU AND WHO AM I TODAY?

Music inspiration,Fen- Epoch
Know them over here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fen_(band)

The Story of Bottled Water (2010)

Alissa's Lullaby

Unknowingly and unconditionally she wakes me up with her silent kiss
Makes me feel the warmth of her lips and my fingers running through her bohemian cheeks
She asks me to see the birds leaving their nest in this marooned moment
And their feathers touching the sun in the limitless vast sky...

The aroma of her skin and the touch of her lotus feet makes me forget about myself
Our skin welcomes the the first ray of the sun and the day which is about to run...
Silently i take her into my arms,my soul still mesmerizes about the heavenly moments
The magic that we had created and the joy that went through beyond the limitation of time
She says ''Oh darling lets make love with the morning sun,..
Let me taste the sweetness of your skin and let our surrounding burn...''

Here we are standing with the echoing chants of that last nightingle
I say ''ohh Alissa,let me merge into the twinkling notes of your bangles
And watch this night leaving its memory into an another day...''
The sound of her anklets are breaking the silence of the whispering souls
And her giggle is forcing the leaves to break the solitude of words
Her hair runs through my momentary blissful eyes
My finger touches the divine dew drops that touches her silk skin
The cold morning breeze is passing through with a lustful grin
And then she whispers ''oh darling let me immortalize this dream''
And make love to you forever and merge into one
Like the phoenix rises from the ashes,and the passion that embraces
Ohh mother earth let us paint the morning sun with our happiness...

Inspired by Hypomanie - Alissa loves perfume
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUbjBWr1658
 

This Landscape Calls Your Name

Part 1(Remembrance):
The surreal state of the landscape is still alive in my eyes
through the unforgettable bond of happiness that we shared
sometime in the dawn of the night i still call your name
to ride the tides away and rejoice your fame
i have had the memories alive...
till the time this landscape will make me realize...

Part 2(Happiness):
The stars are sparkling mystic tonight
with the heavenly aura that is making you mine tonight
we will dive across the sky and will make love with the cloud
the moon will shower us with it's silvering twinkles
and the trees will scream our names...

Part 3( Desire):
I hope the night will not come to an end

and we will still dream away with the glorification(of our love)
how are we today and how we were in those days
brings the rainbow of blossom which brings back my happiness
ohh landscape! make us lie on that carpet of blue bell
oh landscape! help us in making our giggles immortal

Part 4 (Departure):
i am not there tomorrow...but this landscape will call your name...

Inspired by ''My Cats A Stargazer- Solstice celebration''
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwLj0s2qVgY

Do support him so he can create more magic,buy the albums over here - http://mycatsastargazer.bandcamp.com/

Pride

The shuffle between the life and the relation ends
the day your dignity makes this life an worth
until the time and the moment of realisation stands
right knocking at your door...

the days of emptiness and the days of uncertainity spreads their hands upon
the existense of your soul and the remains of your memory that takes you down
the misery of digging your own reality
can be painful then possesing the bullet into
the heart of a crying mother's heart

we fight,we lose then we still move on
to meet the horizon and the kindness of the earth
the earth which has been following your wish till the time you realise
your  wrath...

now why do you wait for
to throw the stones away to welcome your waves
or the air that you have been wasting to see your rage
aren't we the creatures meant for nothing and doing everything
now let me feel the happiness of the visible authenticity( of life love and death)

we do,we keep and we force upon
these misery  of our life that talks about a sweet ocean drive
and till we realize the reality when we loose ourselves in pride
there is, in a distance a momentary pardon of hope leaves...
with the up most expectation of misery that calls...

NOTHING!NOTHING CAN SAVE US FOREVER!

OSTITWO(Dignity-Assamese)

dukmukoli puwar kumolia poroxor halodhia dhanoni
sikimiki boroxunor tupalor olex aluroni
aai matrir haator proyaxot utoli utha puwar saah pioli
xokolu jen smriti aji...
barudor dhuware abori dhora xudur akaxor prachin khyonot
thomoki roi mur mon proja poti
aaami kun! ki amaar oshtitwo
axomiya buli hei porichoi hei gourove buku uphondi utha
aru prachin xonskritir poroxot muggdha hua
hei krishnasura fulor xubaxe abori dhora junaki godhuli
xokolu jen smriti aji...smritir gobhir korun aloroni
hei bahuboli brahmaputra...
aah buai ne ei papor khyon aru manobotar bemejali
borjonar axirbador aji nai kunu sthan ase mathu hinxar kholokoni
xudur xodiar apun adoronir pora borak upotyokar bhatrir adoror xoxari
xokolu jen herai gol..

bhahi gusi gol manobota barixar gobhir baanor logot
aah aah ulai aah,aji ulabor hol kokalot tongali bandhi
xuduror joli thoka gaokxonir korun binonie gaai amar ostititwor gaan
amar otikoi apunor baputi xahun hopunor axom khonir joi gaan
aji bosaboi laagibo,ostitwor ei bemejali atoraboi laagibo
nepahoribi lachitor hengdang aru kolagurur pranor gaan
ei xaatbhonir ekota aru bibhin xonskritir miolonor khyon
aji rakhiboi laagibo,kailoi puwar xuruj utha khyonot uthibo laagibo
ghror alir modhuri jupat sorai sirikotir kholokoni
aru hoboi laagibo olex xihur xinxa bihi kandunr(ba hanhunor)aluroni
aah aah ulai aah,aji jujibor hol,kokalot tongali bandhibor hol!
doba honxo mridongo aru borjonar axirbaad aji xirot lobor hol
aah aah ulai aah,aji aguwabor hol..
tur mur pran aru amar ostitwor ei gaan...
utholi uthibo matribhumir pran!
pis nuxuhukibi,bol bol aguwai bol!

The Post Apocalyptic Twilight

The incurable moment of reality of life that calls it a day
Gulping down the devastated truth of life that still pray (to live)
far away in the horizon, her soul takes its direction
Upon the temple of hope where an wish became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

With that pair of eyes which speaks the solitude
and beneath the earthy smell of her breast
a heart lies which is always rude ( to her hope)
The moment of coldness has become the moment of truth now
the coldness of her skin would speak about it
before you will wonder how( her feet still stands on the ground)
Upon the temple of hope where an wish that became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

Watch her becoming obsolete now
her feet are the root of her ground
with those circles of  blistering wishes revolving round and round
She still wants to color her dream
and make them real...
ohh her roots(feet)are heavy now
Which needs the mellow touch of the mississippi rain
And there's she finally collects her dream and colors the rainbow too
The whole sky smells peruvian now

In a far distance far above the clouds
in the shadow of a dark nebula
she touches my rotting soul

and the moment of coldness becomes the moment of truth!
 The rainbow has become darker now...




(Artwork Courtesy- Saloni Sinha at http://morbidillusion666.deviantart.com/)

The Chronicles Of The Riverside And The Post War Symphony

here we go again with our own deeds and blazing weaponry
digging into each others horizon and destiny
becoming an insane breed of humanity and endorsing cruelty
destroying the wish of our mothers and their will
tomorrow the sun will rise again,crying out loud with our bravery

the love that we shared the dreams that we built
the teenage years and the growing up days of summer
when raindrops are the only happiness for what we had cried for
and the text books that we hated the most
the only thing that we followed are the footsteps
of our brotherhood that leads to the riverside
now that river had turned into red
for which our freedom shouts out loud 'oh boy you are great'
the nights are weeping silently over the lullaby of the nightingle
and the summers are craving for the rain of happiness

the smell of your blood is what i crave for
and the taste of your flesh for what i die for
one look into each others eyes
and the moments will stop by the solitude
of our inner-souls and our teenage years
the summer will not be the same again
and the night sky will not sprinkle it's romance anymore

if freedom is the only answer for what we are craving for
then who will be the survivor to hold the flame
and light the torch for our children's and dreams for
a better road to travel in?
the darkness is ashamed of it's existence now
and you and me ohh yes you and me
lets shout it loud and run to the riverside

to feel the cold death that runs by the tide...

The Silent Void Of Nothingness

hunger driving human beings cursing their existence for nothing
the will to live and the will to survive
ends it's craving in the race to die...
how we were before and how are we today
makes the diminishing prevalence of life and pray
blame your enemy and blame your god
and march ahead into the oblivion of pain

the mother earth weeps as she aborts her womb
wake up in a morning filled with armor and bomb
be prepare for an another strike,march ahead
into the oblivion of pain and raise the glory of death
he who possesses the crown of nihility
can stumble upon all of our life and exists in the reality

the silent reign of supreme destruction
crawls ahead inside the darkest dream of humanity
destroy the will to live and diminish the fear of divinity
the silent mother sacrifices her tears for her dying son!
and prepares for an another attack

create your hunger,the hunger for supremacy
when the power of love and life
becomes the will to survive and kill...
we question ourselves and the one above(or below)
is the evolution of life ending at nothing!

Beautiful Freedom

like the sprinkle of the sun after a hard night of rain
and the rainbow of hope in a day of dream which never ends
borrowing the glittering rays of the sky that saves the thousand of that love saving grace
her eyes speak about the hope that could fill the void
and the twinkling pearl in her lips could make the storm calm

if only the gods are praying for an innocence
and if only the humanity still saving our grace
her words will remind you of our infinite struggle
and her thoughts would be making you to believe
the femininity the womanhood and the voice that
echoes inside...

freedom is the struggle and freedom is the new believe
then peace could be the medium of silence
her silence speaks about the universal language of harmony
from the ancient scripture of Humpi to the monuments of Persepolis
her hope travels and beckons the vastness of her inner desire
a desire to fly and a desire to live and let live

woman your smile could save my day
and make me believe that
grief is a thing which i can keep at bay
i adore your beauty and i adore your inner silence
if life would permit then we will meet again
and will spread the language of universal harmony again...


  

The Begining Of The New End

The dying hands of the hallowed souls
captivated within the burden of greed
a few hours of misery and they will be released
from the utmost slavery of hunger and greed
when money and the power makes them the king
they loose their fight in the mortality ring
everything is hunger now....

love is a memory and greed is the new god
have we ever realized the intensity of  the end
or we have always but they never have
how many hours of slavery and domination
their souls will be released in the field
the field where they always wanted to be in
to protest to survive and to save their kith and kin

from the never ending slavery and greed

when humanity is lost and your right is the new pain,
raise your fist and march ahead in the nihilistic rain
fight and rise and make them fall
you are the supremo and you are the hope
ignite the spark and let the fire reign
this fight and our will will never stop
the hope will be alive until and unless
yours/mine brothers and sisters will  be smiling and
will be building the mansion of their beautiful dreams again...
AMEN!

The Summoning

the days are approaching in silhouette
the nights are becoming reality
upon the existence of this nameless void and eternity
to the darkness and the passage of void and mortality
thou shall rise on the grave of those buried emotions
and thou shalt i pass through the shadow of my buried past

here is an wish to fulfill...
a day to reckon and
a night to remember
the dead will rise again
to crawl inside the uprising
movement of my own private hell

death beckons me and coldness remembers
up above the sky
there is this smoke of the funeral pyre
crossing the boundaries of immortal hope
i shall pass this life again
to rise against the vault of immortality

the dead winter nights will summon my name
and the day of the dead will weep my fame
i am myself still waiting for the moment...

the moment of eternity and reality...

Infinite Void Of Silence

words are inbound
breathe is becoming shorter hope is leaving no trace
broken pieces of the fertile bond that holds this mortal life
without a word and that calm coldness of silence
cutting short every imaginary obstacle of living trace

i feel like living in this coldness for thousand years now
my breath and the pungent smell of death
crossing the path of all of my desires
the living stench in my veins are drying now
and all of the possessed sins are smiling now

this mortal life and this dying soul
losing its ground amidst the life devouring howls
i may rise again from the womb of the fertile soil
of hope life and misery

or may be it will be too late to  rise again
to crawl and scream for the lifeless rain of pain
ohh thy lord of infinity and  void
take me into your oath now
the wrath of my greed and lust is burning me now
take this lifeless soul and accept the sacrifice...

the cold smile of death and this infinite void of silence...

A City In The Evening

Evening lights ,broadening horizons
and the cloud burst above in the sky...
hand in hand floating away in our dream of togetherness
honking cars in the street light ,souls waving in tiredness
the cold breeze waving your hair in my lips
the smell of your skin,can i forgive all my deeds?


the endless kiss on your shoulders
and your innocent eyes tells me an another story
of love life and togetherness
the rainbow of love come across the sky
passing through the darkness of desire and lust

can we meet and see the sun goes down again?
can we kiss the sun goodbye(together)
and wait for the night to come in...
your carelessness inside my arms
and your breath on my neck

how we hold the tear drops now?
and how we bid goodbye...
the evenings are empty
and our nights are colder...
 and this is how we loose ourselves
in our own breath...

a city in the evening
and an everyday mind in work again
may be we bid goodbye everyday

but remember even the city lights  are here everyday...

Music that inspires and beyond...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MoyW1H8FdVE

Stars in the rearview mirror: Children Of The Midnight

Stars in the rearview mirror: Children Of The Midnight: smiling on the road with the bunches of roses in their hands their hopes are buried within the symmetric cycle of their palms all they ca...

Children Of The Midnight

smiling on the road with the bunches of rose in their hands
their hopes are buried within the symmetric cycle of their palms
all they can do is to ask for a little mercy and sympathy
family is a distant hope and education is a dream...

the sky gazes dark tonight
swiping away the dream of their buried dreams
the shadow of the  strangers gives them the shelter
from the memory of the fall
of their family and childhood

a childhood about which nobody speaks about
their tears  are drying within to cry loud
a simple hello is a memory
and a helping hand is a dream

Children of the midnight
dives high on the empty street
between the garbage cans and cigarette buds
those roses determine their tomorrow
and remembers the yesterday

Children of the midnight
dreams high on the dead of the night
when the city light beams into the dark

tomorrow will be a forever memory...

The Guiding Star(Dedicated to my sister Geeta baa)

The human relation
Starts from  that umbilical cord
We take our first breath of life love and mortality
The first touch of  mother's hand and her uncompromisable dignity

The life moves on henceforth
moves on, in the midst of uncertainties
the hungry soul and the tired eyes
always crave for more
the more we hope the more we loose

In the circle of living dreams
we often loose ourselves
our greed and lust takes over
those helping hands those sparkling eyes
of that beautiful stranger
who her/himself counts your fall
spreading her/his unconditional wishes
for us to live and move across




In the struggle of life
I immortalize you forever
to drink that drop of dew when i am tired
or to rest in your hands
when my soul is fired
The rest will be memory with the ashes

and with the smell of my never ending desires
I will call your name in my afterlife
to wake you up in your dreams
and to be your guiding star...

The Chain Of Brotherhood(Dedicated to dear friend Haiwaan on his birthday)

there was this year
surfing through the idiotic precautions
to pass through and surf
in the world of virtual reality
the reality of an unwanted virtual humanity
identity crisis in the name of music,love and humility

i have come across these better identities
who never compromises on real life mortality
argumentation was the prior supremacy
as the old saying
a horde of lions could never live peacefully
but the warrior respect the bravery
and the cutting edge of the blade that bleed!

that's how the the chain began to forth hold it's identity
with the utmost blaze in the sky and the wrath of metal on you poor humanity
still continuing with a bloody lust for vengeance and originality!
blood to blood feast to feast and bloody sword to fucking sword!

the warrior says respect to the bloody blasphemy!!!

An Warrior's Anthem

he who possesses the faith
can cross the thousand oceans
and endless storm across
without the mercy and the defeat
the rage moves on
the color of the ocean turns red
and the sun weeps to its death!

the dead will rise again
and the reign will march again
upon the sky of your deserted soil
where your soldier looks ahead with helplessness

the raging sword and the merciless rage
the one who have the wish of his mother and his woman
can cross ahead the heads of all those cowards
blood to blood
sword to sword
ashes to ashes
we rise again
to feed on your blood and guts
BEWARE!

the respect of my woman is the RESPECT OF MY SOUL
the one who creates his destiny
and the one who brings happiness to his soil!

Duality

Surrounded by darkness
weeping miseries
into a ruthless path i am heading to
Darker illusion everywhere
through the buried dreams of morning sun
i am still trying to find
the existence of my destiny
whistling sound of mourning shores
and those abandoned fields of broken hope
trying to whisper my silent words
words that being untold
i am still heading
heading to nowhere...

The Solitude(Assamese)

ujagori raati ei nior xora poror junaki
ei nistobdota , hitor xemeka raati
monor major osin dapunot ringiai tumar protishobi...
tumi kot aji aru moi kot aji
khontekia smritir digholia dawor gola khyonot..
smritir gonibo nuara olex xomadhi...

jiai asa tumi ajiu
hei niyor gola khyonor kothin abelit
ratipuwa xuruj nuluwa khyonor sanekit
moi hoitu ajiu gao buku habota dui xorir ek hua geetti
hoitu beli dubar xemeka porot moi ajiu rom
prosolito hualoi tumar otitor protishhobi...
dapun aji uruka...poduli aji akolxoriya
barir hewali gos jupau jen tenei okolxoria...

nodir ghator naoria bihin hei naukhoni
panit uruka bothar, botahot protiddhoni
mur mone ringiai,uri gusi jai...
mur kolponar xagoror xima par hoi

hoitu ei prottidhwani tumi ajiu huna
kintu hoitu huni nuhuna bhao dhora
jibonor bator kothin hridoyor ei jujaru moi
kintu muru mon jai dawaror majot hengulia raamdhenur
majot luka bhaku khelibole...

tumar smriti aru mur ontoror dapuntot tumar protishbi...
herai juwa dinor nistobdota...

The Portrait(Assamese,dedicated to Monali Bhardwaj)

ajiu dekhun beli ghar mua hol...
godhuli gharmua hua bhagorua pokhi jakor hoite
ei hengulia puhoror protifolit xagorkhonu jen tenei klanto...
kumolia botah jake ahi mur klanto xorir sui jai
hoitu mur kane kane koi...
houa duronit dekhun olex puhoror khela...
klanta xorir,klanta mon mur
utrawol kori tule...
hei duronit ostro jabo khuja belitie
himaxin xobdor majot bilin hobo dhora apun sohor khoneu jen
aai matrir kular kumolota kon bisare
mon mur herai jai hei pokhi jakor kulaholor majot...
himaxin xagorkhonir bukut
Protifolito hoi mur olex xopun...
jauwonor dwarokat rosito mur kolponar dapun
xorir mur klanto...himahin mur xepah...
protidin ussolito hoi mur mon
mur hiya aru eiya amar xokolure hepahor prithive...
ei himaxin axa aru eei xagoror gobhirota.....

The Lust

behold thy power of the mighty destruction
i reign through the vein of your honest fear
without the judgement of morality and the light
without the pale honor of devouring humanity
let me kiss you in the coldness of the night
taste the poison running through your skin

the poison of greed,lust and happiness
let me hold your pale arm
let me crawl within you
lets merge into the infinity of your darkest dream
i am taking you into the garden of my sinful lust!
lets drink the nectar of blood
i taste the coldness of your lips
i smell the death running through you...

The darkness is reigning the sky tonight
the pale shadow of burning moonlight
let me crawl into you
let me make love
let me sacrifice,sacrifice myself to you.

The song of love Pt.2

sometime a millions of years feel like yesterday
or may be an yesterday just feels like the tomorrow
the years pass by like that arrow hitting the bulls eye
crushing the elementary reasons of hope that you believe in

sometime you wait for the morning
the morning which buries the hopes of disbelief
you build your dream upon it and run ahead
yes you build your dream and run ahead...
your tomorrows are creepy and your yesterday's are being your yesterday!

run ahead...run!...
through the shadows of thousand burning moon
crossing the howling and blistering of thousand wolves and canons
run ahead...run!

hey tomorrow!
may be you are being tomorrow
may be you try to hide yourself from me
or may be you look back at me with your haunting smile
or you still pushing me ahead
run ahead...run!

hey today!
can you see me running ahead
can you feel me crushing down my memories
or you can see me smiling down at my feet
the canons are still blazing and the wolves are still howling
only to see my wicked smile back

hey tomorrow!
yes i am running ahead
but not alone anymore
i will cross the thousand oceans and still smile at my feet
only to realize i am not alone anymore
hey tomorrow!
you will never be my yesterday again...

Afterlife

we guess we feel
play mockery the way we want to play
still a few of us explores the boundaries
the boundaries of infinity
the void the emptiness
spreading across the vast boundaries of nothingness
where we all become as one
crossing the limitations of mortality

we exchange the coldness
the coldness of air between us
and welcome the intimacy of thought that prevails
thought that prevails as one
the countless hours become as one

the reasons are not the reasons anymore
the memories of our buried past
collides at nothing
ohh the vast purity of nothingness
take me into your arms
and let me fly into the ecstasy of infinity
aren't we all human
afterlife...

Maa(Assamese)

hei poshhimot mar juwa belir lelihaan hikhat
duroniir akaxor ghor mua huwa pokhir kulaholor aluron
henguia akaxor daworor maje maje mur mone
luka bhaku khele...

emuthi axaa aru emuthi herai juwa smriti
howua duronit bilin nuhua heujia bononi
aru taar maje maje godhuli khyonor xujyo gola porot smritir aluroni
borjonar thaponat axaar egoshi saaki aru hei
dhup dhunar pobitro monoroma...

podulir muxot aair axxa bhora sawoni
sartha bihin moromor edukxori saneki
kothin bator ghormuwa huwa xomoyor jujaru moi...
aai tule monot pore,gusi jau akou hei pahoribo nuara hoixobole
toi jen hei daworia botoror pasot uka huwa botoror akaxot aluran kora belir saneki

ei xoindhya gola khyont mur monot turei saneki...
dui haat meli thoka morom akoluwa tur sawoni...

An Warrior's Regret

the day i have realized...
i have stopped looking at you ...hope
misery and faith and your deliverance
we wish we could be the way you want to be
buried in the heaps of gruesome reality
the sailor keeps on removing the tide
breaking the boundaries of ocean and hope

hope and sorrow
are not we all visualizing
i still go the woods
to collect my memories
memories of a sun and the sunshine
which come and goes everyday
the day i die the day i recollect
my own summery of death

ohh death you are so nearer
are you the one amongst them?
who trust his own void?
the ocean have dried into the oblivion now
my mother and i
stranded,stranded alone
let me cross the ocean
the ocean of hope

the day i died,i write my own summary of death

Dream Of A Dead Midnight

the memory,the background in my windshield
the day i lost you
|the day i lost myself
since you have been gone i have been
counting my ears...

the years are days
and the nights are cold
the time we moved away
the days we slipped away into our thoughts
the cups of coffee have dried away now
i ,me myself and the dewdrops
my eyelids and the cold mists
since you have been gone,..

the days are night
and the nights are the midnights
the day i have found
the trees are blowing our song
the wind has been flowing away sad,,,
the autumn flowers are fading away..
THE SPRING HAS BEEN GIVING AWAY...

the air and the sweat...
spreading you and me
i care for every leaf falls away
and the hope swings away
your 'a la voice'
and the win over love and love

now am i on my knees
hoping to fade away in silence
into the silence of solitude
and the coldness of the sun
here we are there they are
the sun has not been lying
me you and us have not been lying...
someday i will wipe off your tears
into our world of lust
till the day
the autumn and the leaves

i bid adieu...
the hope and the past buried in the dream of the past...

The Shame Of Darwin

the biogenetic degradation...
hydrolic diversity of manipulation
stranded in the verge of hibernation
we are the humans,the greatest meaningless creation

the existence of of a greedy perception
kill the creation destroy the life formation
enjoy your morning with the smell
of nuclear diversification
where countries fights for their own power generation!

kill destroy surrender leave no trace
go ahead loose your innocence
into your own existence
who are we what we do
dying to live and living to kill

the days of love and the moments of life
turn them into nothingness
push yourself into the womb of selfishness
nothing to live nothing to hide
destroy create destroy

we are the shame of darwin...

Epilogue Of Death

the existence of life
begins with the existence of our presence
into the tunnel of greed and hunger
in the dead of the night and
in the birth of the dawn
i recollect the memories forever

crossing through the field of dead daffodils
destroyed in the rage of finding one's identity
the quest for me myself and them
will never end

let me cross the river of hope
we still remember the cold nights
and the snow filled mountains
the howling of the wolves
will never be the same again

this life,this mortality
let it blow with the funeral wind
someday my memory will call you
to throw the same daffodil in my grave

epilogue of death...

The Unholy Lullaby Of Male Supremacy

darkened room,cigarette burns
empty bottles,broken and devastated
destiny overloaded and shattered
burning hopes of a empty childhood

male supremacy
in the name honor and pride
taking destiny into a ride
tomorrow becomes silence
today is a tide
ohh love..
or is it a marital rape?

her days becomes the midnight
and the nights are cursed
release yourself
into the tunnel of nothingness
survival is a hope!

how many dreams we brake
in the name of society
or primitive morality
the earth and the heaven
shattered always and forever
we all ride the tide
and become an worthless guide
punish ourselves!

The Song Of Love

i can make you sing along with me someday
the endless love and the shining sun above
the days are shining brighter ahead
in the river side and the country road ahead
the spring blows and the morning deity
all are singing for you and me
slowly we move across the riverside,picking the flowers of our dream
ohh sing along sing along baibe
before we say goodbye...

this earth and the heaven above in the sky
leaving all the memories of these hours passing by
ohh baibe we can sing along
before the sun goes down
before the birds flies to the nest
lets sing the song along lets sing the song along

i can make you sing along ohh we will sing along
the endless days and the endless hours
and the love we make
tomorrow can be a better day
lest sing along ohh lets sing slong...

The Tyranny of Love and Reality

spring is early
and the dew drops are nearby...
when we smell each other from nearby

the day we become together
the day when the heaven gathers
and our life becomes as one!

out of happiness the sun shines the rain
and the cloud burst into the rays
the foot steps of your feet calling the thunder
the passion and love
and the hope of of a tomorrow
which lives on an unconditional fact

i love you to see walking in the rain
spread your desire
your inner famine nature
ohh lady your beauty brings beauty to my emotions
my feet and my heaven becomes one
when the sun itself sings the song

the archeological mathematics
of love ends at the point
when the cloud burst
into the inner joy
and the sunshine becomes
a reason to live

let us live let us joy
let us spread our wings
into our own happiness,,,
your love and our hate
becomes our love
the tyrant of love and beyond.

The Serpentine Tongue

the perfect reason of holding on when you hold me
before i know you pass through my senses
crossing your boundaries and the nectar
and i am you and you are mine
when we crawl against each other
when a dead cold night struggles to be within
we would be crawling within each other...

when the hope is far away
and the death is nearby
i will sing the lullaby
and drink your blood
your sin is mine now
and my serpentine tongue

the mountains call my name with the arrow
that pierced my name
when you held your name into it
i thy myself guiding the honor
let's fight the when we all are honor
you love 'you are love'
when you need not to be

the winters are breaching and the serpent is hiding again...let me crawl....

The Eye Of The War

the blue sky turns grey
when the sun still shines with a mouthful of rays
the church bell rings with all those thousand innocent prays
the burning barrels smile across those innocent pair of eyes

before they knew their father would never come back
and before we all would remind of our god
our destiny cries for a mouthful of wish
to be alive and spread the last kiss of our life

our soil is filled with bombs and tanks now
no more loving wish
hope for a death bleach
our children's will never be our own children
we all will rot in the garden of eden
portray mother nature as a whore!
leave no stone unturned for gut splitting gore!

the eyes of the war is watching over
the hopes of humanity is getting older
nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
when dying is a hope,god takes a ride
into the oblivion of darkness and death!

a dying wish living underneath...
creating havoc into our morality..

Mind into absolute nothingness...

I should actually remember this date in my entire life! Have started initializing my idea of having my blog since from the past three years...but could not give a realistic movement to the initialization ! Shall I blame it on my laziness or shall I blame it on my old school mentality of putting everything in our old dear friend called diary?Well if I want to speak about  the truth then I should be blaming it on my restless mind  which swings in its own parabolic ways!And i end up in pretty confusing situations all the time!From that fateful day when my family had actually decided  the fact that I should be a life saver with all those stethoscope and disgusting medicines till this date when I am trying to bring a bit of smile in my client's face by doing bah bah about them in front of media, my mind is pretty determined about one fact that I love to pen down.Well things have been happening in pretty confusing ways in my life,be it my career plan or be it  loosing the best buddy in my life(I am not a cry baby by the way) or be it anything but I am pretty sure about a few things.I should mention about music,fitness and poetry, the three most important ingredients in my life.My body lives on food but my soul stays within these three ingredients.So here I go,will try to pen down my inner desire when my mood swings like the moon in the eclipse...well an well determined criticism is always welcome!