some poems

Scrambled life

Days belonging to the bygone time
Clinging somewhere in a hidden mind
Bringing with itself all the blues
And all the days with different hues
Time passing with a different rift.
Remembering life’s different cliffs
Commuting and blending these drifts
And now analyzing some cheerless cricks


Is it possible to change this rhythm alone??
Is horizon so near to clinch on my own?
Discarding the trifles and mysteries
And of course the hidden perplexities of this platform………


Life nothing but a scrambles of pieces
Unjoined if remained, may create nemesis
Don’t let the dreams swaying away from the genesis..
Else the zeal will not remain in the premises

Nothing in the world is so divine
But still everything here seems so benign
This is nothing but illusion of mind
Coz certainly, one day, this divine get malign ..

incomplete

Yet another day of my life
Was subjugated by an enormous twilight
Forming the vivid formations and the moods
Of several emotional nosedives

Like an avalanche of the ripples
This heart sometimes dribbles
When the gigantic tides of the feelings
Get unable to quench the instinct

Why this panorama gets changed at once?
Yesterday with flowers and today irritants
Close the eyes and deafen your ears
Still seems someone squalling in front..


Agony is a state of mind
Calmness and serenity are another that sublimes
Deep inside our self, pondering, waiting for the benign .
Traveling like a desperado, this unfaithful mind
Leave us amidst the cyclonic wind