Myself I want to somewhere find!

Just wrote it.Little screwed up mood! So the write!!!

I wanna break free
And let my self loose
Forget the wrecking world
And all its dues!

Myself I want to somewhere find!
And just unwind!
And just unwind!

I don’t fucking care
Whose kind,
Whose unkind.
To the spiky light
My eyes turn blind
Myself I want to somewhere find!
And just unwind!
And just unwind!


Enough have I seen
And enough have I said
Enough living life
For butter and bread!

Wanna feel like a feather light
Cut the chains which ties me tight
I don’t fucking care
If the world is unfair!
I don’t fucking care
Whats in my share!

For some time
Let me be “just me”
Release me free!
Oh! Release me free!!

Myself I want to somewhere find!
And just unwind!And just unwind!

We just live a lie!

No form is insightful
No food for the eye
The pure skin suffocates
With make up as pyre
The faces when unmasked
Will leave all petrified
The naked bare truth
Is covered with fake dye
Seeking the truth
We heave a sigh
Breaking the norms
Reasons, we glorify!

How often
We just live a lie!
How often
We just live a lie!

We run with the mob
To reach the sky
How can we forget?
One day
Each ones going to die!

We keep wondering
Holding a curious face
This body being mortal
What else we want to chase?

How often
We just live a lie!
How often
We just live a lie!

Radha and Meera..!!

This poem is based on the feeling of finding love and getting it or possessing it within you and never losing it. I loved the lyrics of this song called; ek Radha,ek Meera…so wrote something on the same lines.

Radha and Meera..!!

One is devoted meera,
Other is pompous radha,
Loving the almighty,
Is their fiesta ,
Their fair feira.

Meera as a devoted deity,
Radha with gaily gaiety,
Both love Krishna,
Their lover, the almighty.

Meera’s like a burning flame,
Radha’s like the glittering light ,
Meera wins when looses the game,
Radha speculates besides being called a dame.

Meera seeks Krishna,
Within her thoughts,
Radha feels Krishna,
She deserves she oughts ,
Both love Hari Krishna,
In different ways and sorts.

Radha wants,
Meera belongs,
Radha calls out his name,
Meera waits while chanting the same.

Hari Shyam dances with Radha,
To his happiness swirls Meera,
Both dainty damsels dance intone,
One in jungle.
One on throne.

Radha in Shyam’s arms,
Meera on his feet,
The rustic feels inseparable,
The queen solicits him to meet.

Radha with her beauty,
Meera with her grace,
Both attract Hari Krishna,
Running the same race.

ONE FLASH

One flash,
And I open my eyes.
No ache,
No grief,
No sorrow,
No misery.
I feel light as a feather,
My body curbed forever.

Pain. A frozen numb.
Nothing can I attain:
No sight, touch or sound.
Nothing.
I want to succumb.

I have polluted feelings with words.
Anything further said
Would have been absurd.
A long silence, now.
Nothing can break it.
Nothing! Oh, Nothing!

Out of the cycle
Of the highs and the lows,
I smile and leave this existence.
And end all the shows!

ONE TRIP

One trip,
Down the memory lane,
Blue pictures vigorously drain.
I surrender to sleep,
The soft, white pillow,
A true companion when I weep.
I shut my eyes,
The candle is burning,
Thoughts recurring, mesmerizing lies.
I dive into oblivion,
In this present tension,
The past, glowing like a blue neon.
You, in front of me,
No one else in the world,
No one but you, do I long to see.

Art is just been my plight

One of art;
The other of darkness
Fair is the thought
of their convergence
But,
Art is just been my plight
And darkness I hope
meets the light.
My brush strokes tremble
As I feed the canvas sight
A cry of the failure
who feels crucified
I wish my painting
Is again left unidentified
Art is just been my plight
And darkness I hope
meets the light.

Unconditional love is Non-Existing.

Unconditional love is non-existing,
it just conditional love these days.
You fulfill my desires and I satisfy yours.
Be it a parent-child relationship,
Or be it a husband-wife relationship,
Or be it just two friends.
Emotions don't really breathe,
They are lost with the smoke,
Where does the simple man
who knows only how to love would go?
I don't have many questions,
But what I seek for is just some answers!
Where did this love die?
When did this loving end?
Humans being inhumane,
Emotions don't breathe in this; mundane.
I sit here motionless,
Like the time is clogged,
Near my windowpane,
I see,
Moving cars, Flying birds,
Moving clouds changing colors,
But oh I am stuck,
Like; The life of a flower whose,
not grown but plucked.
I don't have many questions,
But what I seek for is just some answers!
Where did this love die?
When did this loving end?
Humans being inhumane,
Emotions don't breathe in this; mundane.
I wish to,
Step to the real world,
And stick to my work.

Arti Jalan.