Nutter By Profession!

When I Start Advising,
Call Me A Philosopher They,
Then I Rely On Substantiating,
& They Call Me An Argumentative.
Not Understanding Is Imprudence,
Then How Understanding  Is To Overhear?
Leaving Before Time Is Lack Of Dedication,
But Stretching Late Is Unproductiveness.
Not Expressing Is Lack Of Romanticism,
But Then Expressing Is Being A Bit Too Blunt,
Thinking Like Others Is Just Like Being Usual,
But Thinking Differently, They Call You Nutter! 


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Intoxicated Pessimism...

Pessimism, Most Deadly Venom
Intoxicated Those Impure Veins
Plonking Presumptions In Hearts.
Attempts Piled Up At The Bottom
All Of Which Were Intensely Futile
When Thy Ego Garnished The Mind
A Thorough Way To Self Destruction
Formed By Overwhelmed Conscience
Brain Death, The Only Question Then


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I Was No Lucifer...

I Was No Lucifer, To Get Pushed
In The Darkness Of Despondency.
My Wishes Vanished In The Aura,
Like The Fumes From My Coffee.
Deep From The Ditch Of Laments,
I Cried, For The Awaited Salvation.
Neither Hope Nor Enlightenment,
I Was Pushed Again By Supremacy,
To The Profound Sorrow Of Infinity.
I Woke Up, Soaked In Perspiration,
Found Myself In The Paradise Again...



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What The Cloud Felt?

Like A Dark Cloud, I Wandered,

To Shed The Rain & Get Lighter,
But For Those Drought Strikers,
It Was More Of A Cup Of Solace.
The Romantics Burped Poetries,
As I Wept On The Dusty Deserts.
Saw A Green Cabaret Of Nature
As Thunders Electrified Guitars.
Even The Sun Seems Detached
And The Moon Was Dark & Cold
Bestowed To Wail For A Season,
Who Seeks What The Cloud Felt?




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That Ugly Reflection...

The Reflection Was Uglier Than Ever,
As I Gawked Into The Heedful Mirrors.
The Dinned Song Trembled Ear Drums,
Amidst The Chaos Of Societal Trumpets.
Then The Lord Abandoned Me, I Thought,
When Even Titanic Sank To Blue Bottoms.
The Rein Was Unfound To Steer The Mind,
Galloping Across The Boundaries Of Insanity.
Hooked By Hallucinations, I Ambled Down,
The Misty & Cloudy By Lanes Of Deception.
Treaded Back To The Wintry Bedlam Again,
But That Reflection Got Uglier Than Ever…


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An Alien...

On the Moorland, I Stood Alone,
Like An Alien, Alienated  By Self,
In Search Of A Nameless Identity,
In Some Undermined Cemeteries .
I Dug Up Those Uncanny Habitats,
Where Lethal  Mushrooms Dwell,
For A New Dawn To Open Its Eyes,
To The Gloom Of Incompleteness,
All Over Again Trying To Equivocate,
Through My Anonymous Squiggles,
When I Sign Auxiliary Pseudonyms,
Gathering The Impersonality Of Art…


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Orphaned Thoughts...

Deep Down Those Mindful Lanes,
Thoughts Wandered Like An Orphan,
Freely Aloof From The Worldly Errands.
Glassed Inside A Wine Bottle Of Memoirs,

Solitarily Confined To Squeeze All Essence.
I Signed The Treaty Of Love In Black Blood
Questioning Rareness, A Curse Or A Boon?
Confusions Laid Thorns On My Slimy Ways,
Strangled Them On A Piece Of White Paper,
Where Words Scattered Like Autumn Leaves,
Waded Through Them Like A Humming Bird,
I Ended Up In A Cemetery Of Wild Imaginations,
To Dig-Up The Fossil Of A Superhero Of Times... 



In response to the IBL Contest Round 2...

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Muse Of The Aphrodite

Shall I Evoke The Muse Of The Aphrodite,

To Quench My Soul Tasting The Nectar Love

As I Lay Open On The Sand Dunes Of Venus

Puffing Away The Hookah Filled With Mirages,

The Tall Dark Sky Rained The Voluptuous Night,

On The Sly, Earth Greened In A Fire Fly’s Glow,

Where Stars Courted & The Virgin Moon Dated,

I Smelt The Ashes Of Ten Thousand Rose Petals,

In The Air Of Taj, With An Antique Kingly Touch,

Blindly Saw The Misty By lanes To Heaven, As I,

Heard Her Footsteps, At My Corridor, I Felt Thee…

This poem is in response to the IBL 2013.