black nazarene

Last day of the year....still pondering what new came to life and what next coming..thousands of new people on the road i travel and leaving hundreds of them at every junctions, i get millions of new views of everyone's psychology which makes me a silent observer...sometimes the old roads cross and i find some known faces undergoing age long changes but though it feels good to see the familiar faces again...sometimes i recall once familiar faces but fail to paint them as we both have travelled light years apart... hundreds of new faces waiting for the year ahead....and ready to be lost again..thanks to the people that have travelled the most with me along this predefined path... but their travelling can be attributed to the road taken rather then the companion taken...

carry me with the stream that once flowed don't want to be a silt in the dying river let me swim again across my destiny

Beyond the mist nature god hides floating amongst the cloud in search for mystifying world there lays the spiritual heaven..

slowly n slowly I wonder that..... In times of desperation..... the past shines better.....n the present fumes with rage... only d future bears d hope....all irony...too hard to percept....

n the darkest of dark corners I have locked the ashes of my soul Pure and serene it exists Out of reach of the stagnant civilization blissful thoughts cultivates every passing second with no physical unholy influence to pollute I am ready to shed my mortal shell

AT TIMES ITS BETTER TO STOP THINKING AND LET THE PASSAGE PASS IN HARMONY AT TIMES ITS NECESSARY TO KILL THE PAST AND FUTURE FOR IT RUN THE RISK POISONING THE PRESENT AT TIMES SILENCE IS YOUR TRUE COMPANION FOR NOTHING MEANS MUCH THEN TO BE NUMB

Finally I meditate in thy monastery of silence thousands of miles above on the snowy peak with my conscious as my lone guide burning away my egocentric material skin I gift the ashes to the world store them in the cemetery of mortal voices for I shall return once my quest is complete

Now I reside on my comfy nest on the branches of my treasured poetry with words they hang and fall like leaves jeweled in woods so tall by the gloomy lines of conscious verse i shield my skin from chaotic surround purblind, hypnotic I shelter in thy green chased by memoirs of thy torched inn

Sometimes I miss the child within me... he emerges in the lonely hours shy among all the matured...often he laughs for the person I pretend to be.....and he whispers, 'My brain was vacant, my pocket was empty but nothing made me gloomy

All my core is now a frozen sea...where dead neurons locked in its voids... everyday I cry for stagnant ice to crumble...so let some sun pour its warmth...and let my core loose again in the mighty ocean....

As time flowed before my eyes like a divine stream I sat numb on its bank, mesmerized hypnotized until what left was merely the remains, the sands oh an era passed and I was still in the dreams all i hear now the winds of an eternal void as if a part of me is lost, and by nothing it would fill

Settling down in life is such an ironical term....its like the temptation of adam n eve to eat the apple in the garden of eden...only after having that fruit they realize that they are now fallen angels.....temptation should remain as temptation...aim should remain as aim...dream should remain as dream...because when people think that something is their destiny...and they should settle...there is nothing left....n empty vacant space...light years to travel...but nothing to be found..

I see u my friend on other side of d railway crossing....seconds to meet by...and you cross by....I see u my friend once part of d same river but now we flow along different tributaries....but m I prisoner of memory...and there you sit on the memory lane....to all d lost friends with a hope of meeting u again...

The days that are no more but their soul dances in chaos hundred sleeping pills i take to skip the venom beneath the nectar syrup still i hallucinate to the ancient history once young green leaves standing high Now the smokes in some distant street what are these things-the memories a non degradable substance

Marketed love tailor made emotions Absconding God's vacant temples Corrupted sociality's masked gatekeepers Immoral Intellectual's moral lectures Self proclaimed celebrities selfish selfies Concrete hearts in concrete floors What I am never to be bothered What you are is all to be bothered Think deep you get crushed Think nothing you die like dust