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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!