The Smell of Books

Oh, thou old books,
Fresh of library out,
I hold thou in full,
And smell throughout.

Thou fragrance to me,
And I sniff so deep,
Till the odor has
In my soul seeped.

And it brings rest to
My all wandering mind,
As I inhale thy pages
In one go, all at a time.

Meaning of Life

Understand life, they say,
I say, No, buddy..
leave it as it may!
Try creating a few
moments of happiness
only to find that
actually you can't..
that it's all written well before..
and all you can do is want!
Want, and then wait..
you may get it then & there,
or you won't, never ever..
Yes, there have been
some great times..
full of rhythm..
plenty of rhymes..
But, look back & see..
Have they survived?
And, there have been
a few bad phases too..
that put you down..
that made you cry..
Look back again and find..
Have they survived?
Nah! Just a matter of time..
Times and people,
moments and feelings
have always changed,
shall always change..
What will not change is
this series of change;
this chain of events,
some happy, some sad,
Good first, then bad,
Good, bad, good, bad,
then good again,
then bad again,
this endless chain.
So, stop that think-tank..
leave it as it is, as it may..
Do not over-analyze..
Live life King-size?

Of all the good things ever happened to me, I came to enjoy best the ones that happened after the bad ones.

My Golden Hat

Here I stand,

On a silent land,

Without an option

To ask or demand,

For I have to snatch

My golden hat,

That belongs to me.

That’s my destiny. 

Can't afford to lose,

For I must win

By whatever means,

Goodness or sin. 

It’s been enough.

I heard a lot.

Time to respond,

To flaunt what’s hot. 

So, get up, warrior!

Conquer the time.

Make it loud, grand.

Be a victor, shine! 

Prove it to thyself

As thou art the one

Who deserves his hat,

Who deserves his sun.

Live a life.. or waste it...

There's more to life than this.
Certainly more than what I believe.
And my imagination is limited.
My mind is a little baby.
One who knows nothing.
This baby looks content
With what he sees, what he has.
Although he seeks to explore more,
Yet, being a baby, what can he?
There are more cities than
What I have seen so far
More nations, more worlds,
More planets, perhaps...
Then why am I bound?
Why shrunken only to die?
To die without having lived?
Nah, a straight, plain "NO", I say!
With whatever I have today,
My conscience, my talents, skills,
Howsoever scarce they may be,
I shall set them free to life,
For if I keep them caged, confined,
They would still strive to escape,
And in the process, Lord,
I might just earn a few regards,
But, I shall have wasted a life.

My Wall

Well, then,
all of a sudden,
one fine day,
it occurred to may (me)
to put whatever
I got in color
on a public wall
to see for all,
and that's how
I'm here, now,
and you see the wall?
Keep looking, bird!
Welcome to my world!