The Trio, Sam, Ams, & Dips

Life goes on…

When our flaw was divine,
One failure was victory,
One plunge crammed their eyes
With chock-full of love and care,
Then we started our life.

When our gaffes were counted up,
Failures got penalized,
The errands outshone the concern
And falls became our own,
We learnt how to lead the life.

And now when we steer:
That your slip-ups are to be paid off,
One crash takes your life,
And responsibilities your own,
We have outlasted our Life.

Best Pals Together

On the way to Dhabaleswar on Sea, Berhampur, in the jungle that goes with the road, four of us, the best pals are freaking out in a jovial mood on a very special day, 1st January 2009.

Kismet

Driven by the ardor
The feat touched the acme
Made slave to splendor
And mastered the élan
The feel of great and grandeur
Won the self but heart, disown.

Made kismet
Grossed the fame
Became triumphant at the end
But neither could be forlorn nor content!

Life is but a burning candle
It’s a flight from the cradle
To the alley of comatose state
Where no one wins, no one fails
But douse the fire, the cruel fate…

Honest Confession

I pledge I’ll never let you alone
Will cruise you through
The unexpected sea
Of unprecedented tides

I promise I’ll never let you go
Will hold you back
From the eternal exit
Off the submerged dual life of well and woe

I swear I’ll never let you down
Will raise you
From the alabaster of flesh and blood
To the persona par zenith

I assure I’ll never say you no
Will be by your side through thick and thin
To share your moments
Lived and Grieved with me.

A Stroke of Fear

Is it always chased after?
Ever nearing and never near?

The chimera has outdone the elucidation
Eyes left less convicted than the ear
In the moon-blanched land,
The rustle and clutter have started to breathe
And the eerie has come to the fore.

A sudden yen runs in the vein
Belief tails off
The exigency of the hour
Neither the Almighty nor the Fear

One more confrontation
Fear is far or near?

Illusion

Oft chased but never reached
Seemed nearing but moved farther
The ever crave met never
Scattered everything at the disclose;
It was a delusion.

Cuddled the lust, enjoyed the presence
Became elated, at the wink of glee
Got the whole longed for
But lost everything at the wake;
It was an illusion.

Illusions, albeit emotions transient
With dreams and vigor they fuse our life
To strive and thrive, the vogue never dreamt.

Wreath to Rags

A bleak thought of making something BIG
A turbulent fire to make it to ashes
A meek, silent pursuit to reach out and grab
The unseen, the unheard, the far
Has sunken underneath…

The projected platform
The envisioned podium
The dream- All shattered and ruined,
Mock:
“A Rag- Remained Forever”

The shriek bursts out
A scream cries out
Is it the fate? Is it the future?

And a long sigh, a deep breath
And an acute silence

The repetition of realization
An accepted compunction

The life is lost beyond repair!!!

The Calm Storm

If the zephyr could be so irate,
The dribble could deluge the shore,
The unruffled Sun could infuriate,
Impede my fire, it may annihilate…

If the sea could delve so deep,
The sky could soar so high,
The earth could endure the lumber,
Check my clout, it may exterminate…

The world has seen me calm.
The ire is still not unveiled.
Let me not toil on my fervor,
And let the verve remain oblique…