An unearthed poem ...

One day we shall learn
That there is nothing we had to earn
Everything was there
But we went on a quest in full gear
Finally reached the grave
And epitaphed ourselves to be brave !!!!

Beyond the Doors

Listen my friend I want to tell you more
And have to open up every door
My heart is home for many of them
Holding up many many words at their helm

Nothing short of verse is shaping in my head
To put it out I do dread
But now I dared to put it down
Listen my friend for,later we are out of town

Words that lingered for years
Words that formed in tears
Words that I wanted to say
Words that would soon drift away
Words some shallow and some deep
Into my world,friend,do have a peep.

On the shores

Wandering on the sands ashore
Gathering shells of the yore
I wondered who was there before
And what imprints the sand underneath bore

The setting sun in the background
And mounting noises around
All mark the arrival of the dusk
Beginning their daily task.

Flying kites and Corn sellers
Camel riders and Fortune tellers
All in a game of survival and joy
With their many a strategic ploy

Survival and joy just balance each other
One giving the right place to the other
Like the waves trying to wash the shore away
But are drawn back farther away

Here there is joy in survival
And each day alive is another carnival
The dusk, to their lives is a bright dawn
It is their only source to live on.

Blood on the hands

With blood on the hands
And piety untouched in the mind
We worship the things we created
In a spate of blood unabated

Blood bath and bloody trails
This is where humanity fails
We still worship in our hearts
With blood on the hands
The one we created
With the bleeding unabated.

Dying for a cause is what we look for
But judging the cause
We never for a moment pause
Humanity has lost its sheen.
And fraternity, where is it?
It is not seen.

There is Order

Order in disorder is all that is sought
Fates turning upside down
Recurring bumps and no leads
Reflect only disorder's deeds

Struck by the storm in the middle of the sea
Land is near but I cannot see
The bouts of the gale
Leave me sick and pale
It twists, pushes and sways
All it does and there it stays
In the turbulence of the fate
I am caught always late.

The ship is wrecked
The journey is done
Up due to the noise
I See a new sun.

Though late ,finally is the order present
Chaos gone and confusion lost
I am in a new land and feel the sun
I am happy and long for none.

Corridors of Time

In the corridors of time
We walk between the walls of fate
Turning around the corners of destiny
We find new corridors
Walking in the moments,happy and sad
We write the story as the path tread

There is light and there is darkness
There is hope and there is despair
In these corridors of time
Everything is made as a pair

Do we have a destination
Do we have a plan
In these corridors of time
We just walk unknown to each other
We just walk to forget our ignorance
We just walk in a perennial trance.

The Blue canvas

On the blue canvas were the latest strokes of brush
In Red,Cyan and blue
Touching it were the birds flying hush
The same my heart was trying to do.

The strokes are now diffused by the wind
The blue canvas is now ready for a fresh paint
Grey was all it got
For there were rainy clouds in the lot.

The clouds are emptied soon
Towards the far fields they drifted apart
To only return for the same art.

The sun setting in the corner of the sky
Fills it with crimson as it goes by
The clouds are pushed
The noises hushed
The canvas is all ready for the moon
Who was waiting to color it soon.