There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
...
A hitherto unrevealed thing,
relative to which,
your doings are judged,
the deviations of your deeds from the, yet nebulous, so called, truth are measured, quantified and then given the deserving response.
...
May be it's nice to know,
What lies outside the classroom's show?
The Times of India's unchecked news,
The canteenkeeper's maggi stews,
...
I’ve seen a brilliant lamp,
Beyond the walls of this enclosed room,
Beyond the darkest and darkest of nights,
Beyond the torments of its gloom.
...
In those nine scores of months,
When I was inside your vault,
I had composed a poem for you,
Memorized by heart.
...
Amid the eternity of emptiness,
I had soared up much more than i could have endured.
And when the fated mirror had to reveal my face,
I felt the melancholy, the fear that had lured,
...
You have often shown me that mirror,
In spite of how badly, I have despised it.
Often it would yield to that jolt of shudder,
or that pang of embarrassment on what it had to fit.
...
YOUR SILENCE...
Your silence, my love,
Has now ensued a battle,
To make itself heard,
...
Where,
Where cripples can dance, dumbos can sing,
The son of a peasant can be the king,
Where rabbits can wait for snails that crawl,
...
I
I am a cynic, I am fun
I am a rose with stock of a gun,
I am a saint, I am the king,
...
The heat of the city had burdened us much,
It has got riches but not one moist touch,
The torrents of sweats, the sighs of despair,
The sunsaving stuffs, lotions in layers,
...
Not that I have conquered a peak,
Leaving friends and foes behind.
Not that I am drained down a pit,
And no one above cares me to find.
...
As the blanket of fog,
veils the radiating sun.
And warmth from the heavens,
suffer a journey adjourned.
...
These two anatomical lumps,
One thinks, dreads and drives,
The next one pumps,
Pumps red fluid all over,
...
Not much of life stuffs to talk about. But yeah, i am one wondering-ever-ever kinda fellow. Through poems i want to talk about my doubts, and my curiosities and sometimes my answers too. My own idea about my poems, is that most of the times, they tend to speak about the conflict we find around. We live around the grey areas but what motivates us is the inclination towards the unipolar light areas. The compromise and understanding (or is it an eternal battle) that the light and dark areas have amongst them, yielding to the grey areas has always baffled me. The physics and philosophy of the balance. Thats what I want to talk about. cheers.)
Hormones
There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
For every of my emotions,
a specific hormone can be deduced.
A hormone that can baffle me,
a hormone that has left me amused.
These hormones with their reactions and transactions,
Creating a sort of chemical game.
And my philosophical pursuit might be a mere chemistry,
among these hydrocarbons that I can never escape.
Today some hormones that have over spilled,
has left me to pathetically realize,
If I am a man with a free will,
or a chemical product, spiritually disguised.
Oh my readers don’t blame me,
For composing a poetry this rude,
For you might now know the real culprit,
The hormonal rush inside the hood.