Poetry.....

The Raver's Anthem

2008-09-19T20:02:00.004+04:00

FABLING UTOPIA, POLITICAL ASTRAY
ADDICTED TO THE RYTHEM
HUNGRY FOR THE SOUND

CHEMICAL JUNKIE OR DEMON CHILD
WORSE HAVE BEEN CALLED
FAMILY LOST, FAMILY FOUND
TECHNOLOGICAL TRIBE
NO COUNTRY, NO HOME

PROPHET-LESS RELIGION
MOTHER EARTH'S SPAWN
SEEKING THE MYSTIC MUSIC
READING SACRED LYRIC-LESS BOOKS

SEE, SMELL, TASTE, HEAR
BUT MOST OF ALL FEEL
LIVE IN THIS MOMENT
WHILE GOD SPEAKS OUT

TRANSCEND INTO THE PULSE
FROM CONCRETE TO CLAY
FROM STEEL TO WOOD
AWAKE, DAWN THE ROOTS

BURN THE STICKS
DECODE THE COLORS

SPREAD THIS HARMONY
TOLERATE THE UNKNOWING
LOVE THE SIMPLE

UNIT WITH THE ONE
FREE YOUR SOUL

THE NIGHT MAY END,THE SYSTEMS MAY BURN
THE SUN MAY RISE & THE MIND MAY SHUT
BUT THIS MOVEMENT WILL BEAT STRONG
FOR YOU AND I WILL DANCE ON & ON..

A RAVER'S MUSIC BEATS FOREVER IN HIS HEART.

Uncovering Utopia

2008-09-19T20:02:00.003+04:00

I contemplate a little,
And initiate on my inner call.
I ask ridiculous questions,
On who and what I am for?

Am I answerable for my doing?
Am I with coherent justification?
Am I what everyone sees me to be?
Am I to be blamed for my actions?

It’s not effectively correct to ask
But who am I, without this society?

The Friend, The family...
…Forming the very fabric of my fundamentals

Then the laws of the region
…And the imprudent notion that I control everything

Concluding I am what I am….
Because of what has happen to me?
Because of whom my parents were?
Because of the era I was born into?
Because of the friends I chose?
Because of the faith I blamed?
Because of the love I gained and lost?
Because of everything, everywhere, everyone.

But then again,
It could just be me…
….And how “I” have reacted to it all?

Awaiting my Sequel

2008-09-19T20:02:00.002+04:00

As I bleed and soak it with my soul…
I shed a tear for the golden years..
Of you and I,
And your beautiful smile

Echoing laughs into my hallow past
Oh how I miss you dear

It’s not fair, we were so darn right
Jealous eyes marks us for the kill
Stop blaming yourself
And venting your pain

It was so much more than just the end

I wouldn’t change a single thing
No a fight, not even the final sight
It’s funny how we toiled and toiled
Searching for the perfect home
Only to find out that we had left it long ago.

Now we sulk in our silent prayers
Locking demons on dear ones
How hate become so crystal clear
Pouring out from everywhere

Its not you, it’s not me
It’s the world that cannot see

And then I say to you as I always did
Be happy, don’t even cry a bit.
Life is long and until it finally ends
You have to live on and keep our memory alive

For not all love stories end in marriage…
Some leave it incomplete
For another life
for … A Sensational Sequel

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One from the attic...

old ones... I do like it

PAGANISM

2008-09-19T20:02:00.001+04:00

When time was young
And man chose to speak in tongues
A race stood mighty and strong
Making the others to hide and run

As time flew & ancient teachings dissolve
Thousand factions rose from one
Dominating pagans to call on a resolve
Slowly diminishing it to almost none

Beliefs came into exist
Preaching man and as the almighty
Some messiahs, Some as saints,
Some misinterpreted to being the deity

Salved into the new order
Or perish as unholy rebels of GOD
A choice of being hung or slaughtered
All in the name of a religion and their lord

It not easy to comply
When everyone seek further more
Only to be shown a broken defy
But ironic it is..... every religion has paganism as it's core.

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copyright(c)2007 sixthjan

sorry its just a hurried write written for a friend who believe in it! my gift to u mate!

Opaque me...

2008-09-19T20:02:00.000+04:00

Swallowed by the clouds,
I clink on to her womb.

I could see
the glitters below
and the glitters above

Caressing my bottom
the winds tease me
Chilling my warm core
Burrrrrrrrrh!

Just a little afraid
I peeked out a little more
then I sneak back in

I listened carefully
As my celestial friends talk on
It is in my nature
To eves drop on their story
I didn’t know what else to do
So I piece what ever I could
This little world of mine
like broken Lego

I waited and waited...
It was all I could do

Soon,
Morning will dawn
Brightening the skies and ending the darkness
Only then will we know if I'll burn away
Or will I drop to the scorned ground below
No one knows,
Not you,
Not even I
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Prequel to my older write “Foreign Rain”

Dream weaver .... ( Inspired by Niranjana )

2008-09-17T00:43:00.000+04:00

These dangling drops of rain
Moist soil of winter vain,

You can’t make me go away
For I am here to only stay

Take this rose and simply say
Hidden word of love today

This facade of hide and seek
Or your mood to not even speak

Take a risk and come to me.
Through the window down the chimney

I wait for you in your garden
Please relieve me of this burden

It is you I always need
Like fire flies on a feed

A numb face with eyes dancing
Angelic mom without wings

Come to me, leave your mind
Do something real, cruel or kind.

Today let me be the Dream weaver
And you my fairy tale …

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Just my imagination... i dont even know her in person.

The Green Giver of the Land ~

2008-06-03T09:50:00.000+04:00

She may not speak like we all do..
She may just bask in the sun and shade on you.
She might not be something planned upon.
Just a fallen seed some where around.
She may never move... Or say why she is stuck as glue.
She gives and never takes, shares her every thing...
She feed and foster all around,
Creature smaller than ever found.

I wish I were her too...
Care free and good.. was her simple life's mood
Peacefully she watches everyone....and how everything stood.
A race in time... a birth to dead is really tough
A constant struggle to grow and survive.
The will of a solid oak within her stride.
Keeps her going on without any pride.

Some times in her silent stares, she lies under the summers heat
Some times shedding as if dancing to the wind ...
Some times bare due to the winters scare...
Some times lush as it pours endlessly close.

In all of it all she gave her everything.
Yet she has been cut and chopped...
Eaten and burnt... ripped from the womb of her mother earth...
Most of all her body sold to the greedy two legged creatures of the hideous world.
I wonder if it would all come back to them.
And they would become raw materials for another race.
I hate them even though I am one of them...

I want to be only like her...
... when I'm born again....

" As The Green Giver of the land".

Dedicated to Shilps (& all tree lovers… )
copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

She ( Tribute tO Leenuka )

2008-04-10T14:15:00.000+04:00

She is like a blade of grass…
Sharp and life giving…
She is like a church mass
Subtle and forgiving

She is like a wave on the sea
Steady, gentle, on a journey
She is like the warm ocean spree
Calm collected & Free

She is like a leaf in a storm
Hurt but dancing beautifully
She is like a white snow cone
Cold yet sweet as honey

She is to me is a poet….
A friend… family…

My Unseen teacher ( Dedicated to Our Usha ji...)

2008-04-10T14:07:00.000+04:00

My Unseen Teacher ~ Thank You!

I had many teacher before this,
Some taunted, some purposefully pushed.
Or vice versa because I can be handful at the least!

Then she came... the one who didn't get phased
Just help me on with a few others too.

Corrected me if I did some wrong,
Praised me, even if it was a bad song.

I provoked and tested her many a times
Yet she handle the me with grace and panache

To me She is,

The most flexible mould I will ever see.
May shape you but will let you grow with in.
A ever lifting spirit to a shallow heart.
Seeding strength into the ones.. in doubt.

Encouraging essays or Educational edits
Have been her primal role.

Also happens to be,
The collector of the yet unknown

To me she really is
heavy with knowledge & compassion…
….A truly evergreen soul.

I am blessed to have bumped into
My Unseen Teacher, My Guru!

Just smile ( Dedicated to Amazing Alina )

2008-04-10T14:05:00.001+04:00

You are my sunshine,
You are my dream,
You may seem a little weak,
Don't you dare go bleak.

Thousands you can support...
...with not your tiny hands,
But with your huge heart.

It not how you see yourself,
For your eyes cannot look inside You.

I see you fine & I know you well.
Look into my eyes and you'll see a different gal

The real Alina is,

Some one strong, Some one not defined
Some one who cant take no for an answer,
Some one who is truly n sync with what she feels.
Someone I cannot compare.

You my dear are something special ,
And even though I may not say it that often,

My life will be incomplete
without you in it, my dearest friend!

So today,
Just Smile and make my day further fine!

Dedicated to Alina.

The Mute Philosopher Or Poet ( Dedicated to POP )

2008-04-10T14:00:00.000+04:00

Its a man I never met...
just a few words I had read.
A born escapist from the complex clan
No hunger for glory or fame.
Just loves to read between the lines.

A thinker of his time.
A finder of the Pattern Or Signs.
A keeper of the hidden lies.
A protectors of the break away artist.
A smart self sustaining mind
Hoping and looking into another find

The quoter of our time.
Digging hard to solve the poetic crime

Yet in the end of it all..
Too modest to let us know
How much he really knows!

This my friends is
The Mute Philospher or Poet ..i'm not sure!

Metaphoric Master(Dedication To Versatile Venkat)

2008-04-10T13:59:00.000+04:00

Metaphoric Master or Abstract Artist

A dilute cause of the concentrated feel,
A rogue or black mixed into infinite.
Like Absinthe… a solid mix.

I speak of my brother and his foreign friend – His brain

This constant collide of ones self and existence,
An Insatiable burning desire to swallow the candle dry,
A helpless painting, still colorful and vibrant,
An abstract artist, the metaphoric master,
Thousand name I Christen him…
But one true to his … dyin kind.

You whose…
Thought processed into the shades uncharted,
Progressive patient in recovery,

Yet a doctor to me…
To this silent client.
I cherish how you coax words into explanations,
Denting our minds into the real and unknown world

Like the very rain that drops
Jargon to the foolish fragmented flocks.
Yet truth to the few insane
Meaning understood, said and found

No cloak, no hidden story
Just a brother with
No real mission, no glory.

Contradicting To my thought
Like my hazardous mind.
A twin to my friend
Like bread broken in kind.

A tribute to You my Brother!
My Saner Side!

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Dedicated to Venkat 15th May 2007

The new hindrance ( Dedicated to Hir!)

2008-04-10T13:56:00.000+04:00

The old will stay old,
Their words further will not hold.
Written in stone for most,
Due to their old famous posts.

It’s a time for a new hindrance
Experiment my dear with the Evolving Era.
I found … where it would start,
Not in me… but in a young heart.

A learner of the classics
The preacher of their times.
Yet...Futuristic and savvy
She will breed new lines
& change fundamentals.

Characteristic raw & fresh …with a hunt for more.
Insatiable quest for knowledge & a Will to grow.
The hunger unknown... itself will break her mind into layers
Bring on the new dawn of poetic players

She may never know how it all unfolds,
But soon my god bless child will break free
Bring on the fall of this hypocrisy

A break away rebel she was born to be
that will the prophecy revealed ...just watch and see

Dedicated to the New Hindrance - Hir!!!

A Love Song( A tribute to my love )

2008-04-10T13:54:00.001+04:00

A Love Song ... (Tribute to my love)

Copyright(c) 2007 Shivraj Rajaram

AN ATTEMPT ON WRITING A LOVE SONG....

Also.....TRYING TO DO JUSTICE... TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO HER!

Sharol, THIS One’s FOR YOU!

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Thought I’d spend a life time,
Looking for a reason…

…A reason to live for
A reason to die for.

The moment I found you
I knew, I didn't have to look anymore.

I’ve been walking on quick sand all my days,
Until, I found you as my solid ground.
It is your sweet breath that
Breathes life into my battered heart.

I danced in delight,
Knowing well that even if it rains;
I will have your warm arms,
to wrap me and hold me close.

How I consider myself lucky!
You’re like an unasked prayer answered.

Everything has a reason,

If I hadn’t been hurt,
I wouldn’t have known your value;
And how much I love you,
And how much I am willing to do.

You fill my empty soul with your soft words,
Whenever life turns unkind,
You cast me gently into another world.
You hold me tight…
And everything disappears while I look in your eyes.

You, my darling are all I’ll ever need,
And this is attempt in saying just that to you!

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Who are YOU? ( Questioning GOD)

2008-03-04T20:42:00.000+04:00

I am the now of after
I am the after of now
I am the love of lust
I am the lust of love

I am the glitter of dust
I am the dust of glitter
I am the bitter of the sweet
I am the sweet of the bitter

I am the rise of set
I am the set of rise
I am wise of the fool
I am fool of the wise

I am the skill of tool
I am the tool of skill
I am the evil of pious
I am the pious of evil

I am the noise of silence
I am the silence of noise
I am the poise of mad
I am the mad of poise

I am the good of the bad
I am the bad of the good
I am the end of the start
I am the start of the end

I am the death of birth
I am the birth of death
I am the thought of desire
I am the desire of thought

I am the spark of the fire
I am the fire of the spark
I am the dark of light
I am the light of dark

I am the wrong of the right
I am the right of the wrong
I am the strong of the weak
I am the weak of the strong

I am the scent of stink
I am the stink of scent
I am the saint of sinner
I am the sinner of the saint

I am the scorn of honor
I am the honor of scorn
I am the form of void
I am the void of form

I am the bliss of kind
I am the kind of bliss
I am the happiness of suffering
I am the suffering of happiness

I am the existence of being
I am the being of existence
I am the ignorance of knowledge
I am the knowledge of ignorance

I am I of I...
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I am I of I
I am I of I...

Are they the same?

I know I am eating your head with this one...

hmm.. thought i'd do something different today..

It actually inspired from theology (my favorite subject )...

actually two books particular which almost saying the same thing at least on this ...

``Ego Eimi Kai Alpha Kai To Omega.'' - The Holy Bible.

"Sarganam adiratas ca madhyam cai 'Va 'ham," - Bhagvat Gita.

They almost mean like ....

I am the first and I am the last.

Thought about writing on the oxymoron talks of Theology for a while now..

Also, just changed my boring style I tried my hands on some rhyme...

That itself is an oxymoron, a serious topic on funny style....

Every para..havin 2nd and 4th lines ryhmin..
and every 3rd line of a para ryhmin with the first line of the next para
and so on..

Well.... Sorrie i know it a big one to gulp down... but i'm just being same old me..

Cheeriyo... have a nice day...

Sixthjan(c)2008 Copyright

What is the Use?

2008-03-04T20:41:00.000+04:00

What is the use of journeying across the world in a quest?
Cherishing the few who also seek the truth
Only to be wary of the ones who claim to have found it.

What is the use in knowing no matter what they say or show?
The real man will be confined inside his head.

What is the use in climbing a mountain high?
When we can see more from the bottom of a well.

What is the use in asking the way?
When we don't even know what we are looking for.

What is the use in touching someone?
When we cannot go deeper than the skin they bare.

What is the use of a gaping wound that bleeds the soul?
When one cannot sew it up without leaving a scar.

What is the use of surviving in this darkness?
When all we really should be doing is living it full.

What is the use of these lines I write?
When tomorrow comes and these lines smudge within.

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Its another one of my Impluse writes... so dont think too much over it...

I would like to thank Mamta for proof reading it before posting ( I know how so manyof you get so irritated about the errors i leave as trade marks ).. what would i do without friends... ?

Thank you...

Looking for A Hero

2008-03-04T20:39:00.000+04:00

Everybody tells me how,
Everybody shows me how,
They are right in every way.
But I won’t listen to their say.

A world built to punish
It’s funny when everything ends in hues & cries
As if it’s a race to the finish
No one mourns because they jump on to the next best lie

An explosive solution to a diverse cause
It’s almost too easy with seasonal toss

Hero or tyrant smudged across
Exculpated only with a win or loss
No body disagrees at all,
Yet they have their final call

History bares witness later
While people play the fool
I think it’s a world filled with preachers
And a world deprived of pupils

So today I finally choose to follow,
But who is worthy to lead us out of our sorrow.

As I wait about...

2008-03-04T20:31:00.000+04:00

I lay silent as the world went about,
They came first for the African
Its wasn’t my continent
So I didn’t speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about,
They came then for the Arabs
It wasn’t my neighborhood
So I dint speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about,
They then came for my country
It wasn’t my southern clan
So didn’t speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about
They then came for my state
It wasn’t my city
So I didn’t speak a word

They then came for my city
It was my home they burnt to the ground

Suddenly,
When I thought to speak a word,
There was no one left to hear them aloud.

Romance in the Air

2008-01-15T17:12:00.000+04:00

I crave to be nothing more

Than the flower on your hair
Than a petal on the flower
Than a shade on the petal
Than a(n) ingredient of the shade
Than a rhythm of the ingredient
Than a breeze of the rhythm

For that very moment
I will be the cool fragrance around you

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Foreign Rain

2007-11-25T11:48:00.000+04:00

Eavesdrops on the noise
Everyone pace & move
As the city takes its bath
I choose to drench…

Oh!
Calm cool breeze
Wraps with ease

A Strange lil kiss
Another subtle bliss

Sun reflects light
On a naked wet street
Gutter fountains spring
& Park grass sparkling

Spawn a new.
Rustling a few
Touches of drops
On foreign stops

I love this,

After Math of the Rain
And Moisture on my skin

For I can feel again,

My Monsoon in an unknown land!

copyright(c)2007 Sixthjan

Destiny Deceived ..or Not!

2007-11-25T11:43:00.000+04:00

I am but a grain of sand
Slithering slow with my brothers

I was once free like my father
And his father before
From deepest desert and warm winds
I journey across... towards the mighty sea

It was there I joined my clan
Hearing all of the great stories and it's end

Of how, now man could built with us
Not only towers but castles and monuments too.

Or I heard of some who were tested
While only the purist resurrected
Baked out with the godly imagine
Of Ice which never melts – Glass

I longed for an eternity like that
Lasting time and weather too

Nay! I was only washed up
Cleared and shined
Even burnt by the sun

I was chosen from the millions around
As I knew I belonged to finest lot

Aye, I slip into this awaited abyss
Only Now…. to realize I am the keeper of Time!!!!

- The Hour Glass!

Life of a Leaf

2007-11-25T11:33:00.000+04:00

Morning sun breeding light,
Kissing every part of this site.

It was among this I was to be born,
In between warm currents and cotton balls
I basked & glowed in my pride.
But it changed sooner than I thought,
As night came along with frost bit & snow
Cold Crispy Chill deafened my flow.

Then I limped away
Dragged by the whirling winds
Shoved into a corner beside nothingness

A Silver tint blazed about
Glowing as if showing me the way
I was cast away again,
But gentle I settled in
Calm collected I saw it was deep

As day broke,
I found I was being nudged along

But...
Rough tides forced me against my will
Then peaceful silence, I drifted thinking along
Its a trip to live up to,
The end would drawn on all of us soon.

Then why not caress this flight,
And jump of that cliff
Which beckon me to river bend.

..... And there I fell free
Finally Into the waterfall end!

As I drifted along the aqua ripples
thrust on me was a duty
A tiny 6-legged creature
thought I could save its life...

And so ,
The life of a leaf...
could save a little life..

This thought erased all my strife
Born a new story and a new sunrise.

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[i]********* the italic extension is added on with help from a dear friend and poet Latha [/i]

This is a tribute to a fantastic haiku poetess "Mamta"
Copyright(c) 2007 Sixthjan

CHASING RAINBOWS...

2007-11-19T10:59:00.000+04:00

As a child, all I did was Imagine of what it would be to be a man.
As a man, all I did was re-live everything I missed as a child.

In my health all I did was drown my self in making riches
In my riches all I did was lose everything to re-gain my health

Why is it that I still chase the other sides of the same rainbow?
Or is it a vicious circle every man has to go through?

INCARNATIONS : 10 Haikus

2007-10-23T15:45:00.000+04:00

1) MATSYA

Life begins anew
Evil stalks, steals golden truth
Fish burst- demon dead

2) KURMA

Churning Old Mountain,
Tortoise transforms; beauty pours
Immortal nectar

3) VARAHA

Earth under ransom
Boar’s victorious lift, world
Resurrects again

4) NARASHIMA

Blessed demon corrupts
Blatant arrogance stuck by
Neither man nor beast

5) VAMANA

King grants priest word
Three steps- heaven, earth and head
Benevolence wins

6) PARASHURAM

Religious scholar
Exterminate royal sins
Immortal man walks

7) RAMA

Behold, Ayodhayan prince
Wife abducted, partners build
Evil beheaded

8) KRISHNA

Born malice and strong
God manifest to reveal
-Bhagavad Gita

9) BUDDHA

Thirsty seeking truth
Refine old philosophy
Born enlightened one

10) KALKI

Messiah awaits
Age of darkness/destruction
World begins again

copyright9c)2007 ShivRaj

Blind Man's Revelation

2007-09-04T18:21:00.000+04:00

A Million minds... a Single lord !
All rivers flow to one ocean floor.

A birth and dead in reason...
A being ..."not this"," not that"!
For right & wrong at the same spot.
It's a miracle in itself, knowing that...

A man's mind is weak and wanders fast,
Hence the idols and the direction to seek,
Without focus no one can...
Calm your thoughts and speak their minds.
This reason is sacred to the unknowability of My Dear Lord!

Closest we come in many a theology are

Not the One with body , nor Form,
Not the One you are inside of or the One inside you,
Not the mortal touch or the immortal glory,
Not the constantly changing and the practically still.
Not the actual existence or a true breathing being.

This revelation is not objective or trustworthy,
But it is subjective and born from a conviction. .
...And a illusion of a story!

It is blasphemous to compare the Might Lord …
… from a simple blind man's reasoning or logical queue.

If the code is cracked,
Then it will not be GOD or even close to it.
One thing is for sure,
We can never know GOD,
Until HE wants us to & we want HIM to!

I, The Thief on the Left!

2007-08-21T11:00:00.000+04:00

I, THE THIEF ON THE LEFT

I awake from my thunderous thrash.
My hands and feet soaked in blood,
I didn't remember much.

Numb this body was,
From all that had happened;
I saw a horde of people,
All waiting to watch us die.

There were three of us that day.
One,
My partner in my crime;

Another,
A Man I never saw till that time.

Tables get ugly for this Man in between…
...The head priest came and spat on him…
...Followed by soldiers whipping him sore.

Everyone mocked this Man, called him “The fragile fool”!
They teased Him to get up and about,
Or show them if He could speak or shout.

My partner goes along with the chanting crowd,
So I think to myself... if I were to follow suit,
I might just be able to get off the hook.

I open my mouth to throw a curse,
Only to gasp in horror of a shameful truce

When I saw this Man again,
I felt Him reading my mind.
A circlet of thorns was jabbed into His crown…
…looking through His locks, a face covered in blood.
I saw more than just His eyes

And I shuddered under my dying breath,

"Forgive me Lord,
Oh Messiah,Son of God! "

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

"Just Me and My Mind”

2007-08-20T17:44:00.001+04:00

"Just Me and my Mind”

Every...now and then I find myself staring on...
...My hollow soul, my aching heart...
I try to say, it will rekindle all my dying thoughts.
As time doesn’t wait, I crash and test my limits to my faith...
I have never been so weak, yet so strong.
I convinced myself that nothing can go further wrong.
I talk and argue with my alter self....
Without you how will I live... Without you how will I die...
Promises made without a thought,
Now come to haunt me for all my very salt.
A two face monster I have become.....
In the day, I oscar my way...to the funniest man alive.
I trick and treat my fellow friends.
Smiling and dancing with every scene.
They say, “Wish they were just as happy....as the boy with the thousand smiles”.
I sulk within for the pain I bare.
Like a empty patient I wander and stare
... For silent death is better than one that rots from within your soul!

In the night I come undone... it’s not so much fun.....
There is puke on my pant and smoke in my lungs...
I can’t contemplate what I have truly become...!
I fool myself and keeping my mind & heart pre-occupied.
I talk non stop and try to bring another a little joy.
I am strong and I’m good. I will rule the world for that is what I should.

Then why today my bleeding heart can't even see this very loss.
A one time contract to live and die ...,for good or for worse,
Through sickness and for health,Through distance or through time.
I have to stand by.Stand by thee.
A last hope, she will one day smile and I will bounce back as I always did.
I will have to be strong and carry her till my kingdom comes.
A new meaning with an old cause. I will not quit….I shall fight on.

BY Shiv on 31/11/2006 dedicated to the woman who made me strong
Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

"Final Kiss..."

2007-08-20T16:13:00.000+04:00

"I'm bleeding and bleeding….. Bleeding low...
Red stains run down, to my shoes...
Into the tub of solace & seclude.I'm sinking...
...and this is just the prelude...
There is a slow damping feeling...
...As bubbles of water wets my toes
The warm flow through veins,
pumping a silent tune
No struggle to tame,
just waiting for the final game
No real sight just a candle light - running dim...
The most romantic date with death has just begun.
Falling into my destiny's arms I shall dance with her...
..I will win this race of time… no matter what may come.
All things I thought was lost.. I will gain again from my past..
Worth it or not.. life anchoring into a shady stop..
The beats gets louder in my broken head... as it paces slowly in my chest!
Everything is a blur ... i'm so relaxed now...almost numb

Soothingly, passively, I float to my growing ground..
........My mama’s lap or Dad just driving me around...
...That first kiss, or that ocean sound..
A happy place, No one to bother & no one to miss.
My lady in black is back again...
And with that last grasp of air i gave my.... "Final kiss..."

~ Shiv, 21/12/2006 ( Living Euthanasia)

I’M TRULY SORRY

2007-08-07T15:32:00.001+04:00

Stripped to the core for the shame I bare.
I know I'm guilty and not to be spared.

How do I explain it wasn’t me..
It was another man another me.
I had the demon in my soul.
Intoxicating the very me with wine and gold.

For all my Sins I have to reap.
I suffer silently, I cannot sleep
Silent hums of this wrenched kind
Joy as they have conned me like a child

I dint mean a single thing.
Yet there are marks that I cannot clean.
These physical bruises may fade away..
It the emotional scar that I have no say..

No real reason, just a spark...
I keep asking myself…
How could I?

No bleeding heart...
No crying eyes..
I can’t take your pain away.

A court room filled with only you,
All I hear is your scream and boo’s...
I am judged for this single evil action..
Hang me now, for I too have cracked.
Beat me till I forever drop...
Don’t bother …don’t even stop!

....I'm Truly Sorry!

Dedicated To DJ ~ In my Little Bro’s shoe

- by Shiv ( 19/12/2006)

Sound of solitude

2007-08-07T15:24:00.000+04:00

Sound of solitude (Anagram of Secrets of silence)

O wings of solitude, you reached within my sleep,

O misery of the home, you whistled into my eco,

O trinity in the quest, you unrevised my aspirations,

O mime jungles, you eventfully evoked my jury,

O Brutus of the cause, your closing on the paradise inn.

Uprooted away the maverick dish in my can.

O windfall of the tact smiles, you ogre out all the disgust.

There I slept, seeking for the evasion

Which could coach the vaad in her epitome.

:) its not meant to have serious under tone... :D hehe just an pun / anagram!!

Dedicated to the "god bless gal"!!!

PS. please read the real work...:) this is a souless anagram of a master piece!

Mordant Massacre.

2007-08-07T15:21:00.001+04:00

Many breeds have come and gone
All beings tortured for eons.
Some perish into extinction,
Some find it a useless cause.
All gutted before any revolution even starts.

It funny how they fed us and breed us,
What reason could they have to treat us?
They trick us in believe they do care.
But then they steal our young
Before they could even run!

I have seen a million of my fellow prisoners.
They checked upon us on rotation for being sick,
Before queuing the healthiest one is to be the pick.
Some Shackled in chains,
Some bounded by cages.

Finally transported to the gateau of gore

My father and his father before,
All their fates have been the same.

Their kind chooses us one by one or lots us into some kind of batch.
Then they drag into this deadly den,
A single Scream heard before the blade strikes in.
Stench of blood oozing… out...
A deafening silence followed by a humiliation
Stripping some and bagging the rest.
Some parts let lose to hang.
Showing we have no prayer or kind.

Are we born with no choice to freedom?
Are we just mechanism to feed them?

A listless life, they may assume,
I don’t intend to become food.

As labeled well,
In this massacre of the live stock!

Cricking Chair

2007-08-07T15:19:00.000+04:00

I'm angry as always, But... I'm sure all is fine...
This so called end to, "the most feared of my kind".

Pa, told me once... I wont be anything,
like a broken record it played in my head
But see Pa!!! I made it big.
I'm on the front page now, "Daddy go read"!

Even through this bullet ridden chest,
This broken jaw, I can re-collect a faded face,
That blue eyed boy who was belted like a Pig!

I managed to make it all,PA!!!
Still ... We do what we have to do.... to stand tall,
It was either that or to fear & fall.

No real regret, I will not bend,
Nor will I listen to you.... lousy hypocrites.

I hate to think they want me to ask forgiveness.
Two decades with a gun as a Toy,
Can really change a boy...Dont you agree?

Ah!! My favorite dish they asked me to write.
If i could write wouldn't I become a teacher or a sort!
I blame YOU,
Yes YOU! For not watching over me.
Ma told me YOU would help me when she was gone.

That's why I kicked the Man in the Black coat!
Preaching something he too doesn't even know!

No go away from my mind,
My only friends have arrived.
A last lick of my ice cream..
I want to relish this..

Hmm Home....The turning locks...
and the dozen of doors.

Ah! here comes the fans..
Some in horror,Some in hate,
I dont really care of what they think of my fate!

Darn ....My itching head,
& these leather belts on my hands..
A blind fold and heavy gear above!

This cricking chair
squeaking like a child.
arrrgh!!!

Hello, are you there?
Don't you go ....now,
......I dint mean what I Said!

You know as well as me
I'm sorry... I did what i ..................................

copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

I KNOW I'M EVIL

2007-08-07T15:18:00.000+04:00

I KNOW I'M EVIL

Do we really know, if the Beast is hiding low..?
How can you say, the Devil is driving slow.
In this insatiable quest for power, ecstasy & show...
Have you had remorse for a stranger’s sorrow?

The demons do there dance like little flames...
As we share them with all our blames…
We have lost our cool... many a times
Started a menacing array of total defiance
We created nuisance to the fools and to the preys...
They are like meats in a can and zombies on trays...
We hate and defy everything forced upon.
Cursing silently like a prayer under our tongue.

"Be evil or be bitten by it"
It’s a new age mantra going around.
Derange and wild it will protect....its everlasting glory!
Seducing anyone, who will try to reject... its never ending story!

Are we seeds from the evil one..?
Why does hate comes so naturally?
A cruel joke mocked by the devil’s tale.
Are born of sin.....? Fact or fable...anyone?
If you think and look real hard,
You will notice, we do hold an evil card.
Secretly, selfishly we do his crime
Hidden from the eyes of the ones we shine
I'm just one of those in a million fools
Who fell into these lies, of our ancestor's tools.

I am evil, I know within...
I can twist and wriggled all my sins.
Greed, Pride, Sloth, Envy
Wrath, Lust or Gluttony
Tell me which sacred sins haven't you done…
Then I won’t be saying these lines to come!

In this trip to hell, I will save a seat.
Don't be fooled of my confusing ways,
You will be the one sitting next to me...!

copyright(c) Shivraj Rajaram

Wrath of the Man Whore

2007-08-07T15:17:00.001+04:00

Wrath of the Man Whore (Mental Discretion required)

Wrath of the man… of the fallen one...
Don’t kick him now,
He who is on the ground...
A wounded cub he may be....
Don’t test your luck,
He might just break free

Don’t force him into another scum
Don’t keep twisting his mind into a vacuum.
Bleeding him from ear to toe,
You abused his talent enough for desuetude.

How man will evokes the beast with in.
Instant insanity… the witch will haul in thrice,
….Calling on the collapse of this tyrant rise.

Don’t cage his passion and treat him as a child...
Rage and anger will soon flood … seep & spill...
Forcing man to spit on the grave of the one he will kill.
Don’t make Life a cork... not worth sucking...
Don’t make Life a bitch... not worth fucking...

Try as you may… to squeeze his ball and freeze his brains
But watch out, it’s just a matter of time…
… Whose foot … Whose groins?

The clash of egos has begun...
The jungle rules do apply,
Friends or foe… you should decide...

Snap of the fingers, a timid gesture of hello...
Wait and watch.... the Wrath of the Man whore,
And then hear the screams of the burning ghettos...

Copyright©2007 Shivraj R
Looking into the darker side of my mind!!!

The Dusk And the Dawn

2007-08-07T15:14:00.000+04:00

When day is night and night is day,
That split second of change that comes to play.

No breezy day ... No windless night,
Just a moment of the timid twilight!

Our busy mind or our sleepless eyes.
Gasps of a world in changing times.

The mystic forces of the unknown,
Blend of existence of the brilliance shown!

Slow starry retire or sunny trots
A reason to think and define our thoughts.

Bringing in new meaning to pointless reign.
A cycle to refresh the damaged cause.

The ashes we speak about,
Not white... not black,
Just lying in between...
...the thousand shades of grey

by Shiv....

Sorry dint ask both of your permissions...

was just bored..:)

WITHOUT DEATH

2007-08-07T15:12:00.000+04:00

Death is a beauty, a painting of the a private name ...
Death wanders lonely, frightening everyone as it came ...

"Life forever", Now there's a thought!!!
There wouldn’t be no end, neither a start...
It would be one monotonous cycle...on & on,
Bring in a false joy of being on the driver’s seat…
But this will dissolve into what is sadness and defeat..!

In-humans would walk the earth...
None would care any less....
For this immortality would be the hidden curse.
Finally...We would want to end this horrid thirst!

Its was never about how long you drag it on..
Its was always about you willing to risk it all.

What would be life, if you never felt death at all...

How close have you come to being drowned?
The breeze through your hair or a silent sound
Wow......... what a feel.... just falling down

Death is an art, collectibles of the divine world.
Souls are sought like rarity...
The once pure are the highest bid!

Death my friend is a destiny, not a brawl
Its inevitable...for one and all.. ..
Just one life... don’t plan to only exist...
Make a mark! For that’s all you got...

Even if it’s a single day
Don’t stop, just start shooting away..
Cheers my friends, the game is on....
The touch of the crow is yet to come

From dust we raise, to dust we will fall...
Forget about Death, till its final call!!!

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

I KNOW...
It Still needs work.. but I'm so tied up these days.. thought I'd let you help me edit it .. :)

cheers!

An Ersatz to None ~ The Mother!

2007-08-07T15:11:00.000+04:00

Can you hear the rustle…
Can you hear the wind…
It’s in a mother’s prayer that I confine in.

A numinous peace in those forgiving eyes…
A jolt of hope in her constant strives…
A solemn promise she will always keep…
To protect her brood from the drowning deep

This giving nature… no matter how much we test,
She gives it all her very best.
She may scream, she may fight,
She may cry and even black mail us.
She can be impossible for what reason that lies
Behind that entire act is the divine cause.
Not for her own but her little one.
She makes it sound so easy, why don’t we try it for fun?

A hard and tiring job it is…
Doesn’t stop with 36 weeks of caring in her swollen womb…
…Or 36 years of caring for… in her mind.
It’s a never ending task of finding out
It’s her child she always thinks about.

No love like this can ever compare to be.
The greatest of all you sure will see,
Through those misunderstood acts…
We judge selfishly, pushing her aside
Even hurt her meaninglessly.

But when she leaves us, we realize…
The mother is the best...
Even through God’s eyes…

It’s the hardest job of all ….
…In raising You & I !
.

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram ( 08/03/2007)

Dedicated to the Mothers all around the world!

The Best Mistake my Parent's ever did... My little sister

2007-07-29T20:26:00.000+04:00

She......
Is my eternal dairy, a childhood I can never lose?
She is My Little Sister!
The pride of the family and the solace of my home.
She now hopes to make it on her own.

....A transition from child to thee...
.... Some memories quickly flash by me….
.... She eating mud some where around two
.... Those teary eyes I cause for something new....
....Those endless fights I remember not why...
End of the day….She tolerated it all....even me.

Yes at last my little flower made this choice
To end her single run & be born again as a fresh rose

An impossible feeling of love is in the air… today...

Now here I am giving her away.
Ushering my dear slowly into her new domain.
The silent quest ends here...into this bind of love.
An exciting new world with this new member.
I finally shepard her to the man who I will soon call my brother.
A weird feeling as my little baby looks on to another.
I quiver a little and sigh; She so is beautiful, just like my mother.

As I took her tiny hand and gave it onto his.
His gentle eyes spoke ... “I needn’t worry”.
It was all going to be bliss I told my self...still unsure....

Standing around the sanctity of this holy fire...
Them exchanging the rings of romance...
And the chains of commitments

I sail through across the chant and burning incense.
And I notice only her & her smile that said it all....

Touch wood & God Bless !

Copyright(c) 2007 Shivraj Rajaram

FUNERAL IN SMOKES

2007-07-26T14:03:00.000+04:00

Saying Goodbye my dearest mate;
Its hard to taste this sorrow of your fate,
This final dance on this final date,
Remembering the old times of debate.

How I knew you would comfort me so,
How I felt your warmth in the horrid snow,
How you would accompany me for a drink,
How you would help me ponder and think.

Its truly sad my lover, my friend;
You've been with me through thick and thin.

I wish to let you know,
You've been there when I was alone,
You were there with me late after work,
You were like the only thing that never let go.

I know you made me many friends,
Even though you never got along with all of them.
Some time I even noticed the stranger's stares.
But I thank you dear for those frustrating days,
For that silence on those far away stays.

And today I choose to kill it all,
End your mesmerizing bind on me,
And choose to throw you in the tarred towel,
I surely will miss thee…

Oh wretched killer of man,
Or the sinful curiosity of a teen,
No matter what they call you,
You've been good to me,

But I don't intend to be devoured like the very rest.

Its time to quit, no looking back,
Fair well my white smoke and golden butt,

Fair well my cigarette!

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Amin

Call It Home...

2007-07-24T16:42:00.000+04:00

Behold, it comes out of sight,
The thought that is conceived in a spark,
The sun that is born in the dark,
The broken shades of a thousand lights.

It is word that never spoke,
And grief never felt,
A fragrance never smelt,
A mortality never in a choke.

It is joy within sorrow,
It is a mortality on a borrow,
It is a figment that we follow,
It is a today within tomorrow,.

It is music for the deaf;
A patient wait of a sailor coming home;
A word written on sand or stone;
Or a path traced by the flow of a leaf

It is a calm from with in.

It is a heart that never felt alone,
A tribute to the fallen ones,
And the lyrics of the ancient songs,
It is found again in secret unknown.

It is a birth between two deaths,
A pause before your first kiss,
The void in space and bliss,
Only to be held with in breaths.

A bird flying high into the heavens,
A birthday candle waiting for it's blow,
A man in prayer dropping his bow,
A Goal finding us in common.

I seek Home!
Isn't that what the journey is all about?

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Amin

The mirror then and mirror now.

2007-07-19T10:33:00.000+04:00

It was then when I had peeked upon the shiny stone,
I found a barren land and silent tone!

It was then when I pursed my lips,
I tried to trace the craters of the moon!

It was then when I gaped open my mouth,
I fell into a volcano deeper than the one on Olympus!

It was then when I touched my failing face,
I felt the course abrasive nature of my beard!

It was then when I glanced upon my eyes,
I lost my self in the ghostly land of the souls!

All that changed in time,

It is now when I peak upon the same shiny stone,
I found myself in the springs and the dunes!

It is now when I purse my lips,
I find raspberry tarts and candy sticks!

It is now when I agape my mouth,
I fall into a constant shower of lovely words!

It is now when I touch my flaunting face,
I feel smooth baby skin and grace!

It is now when I glance upon my eyes,
I lose myself in kindness and smiles!

The mirror of Now and The mirror of Then,
The same human being in a different time span!

Poetic license

2007-07-18T13:32:00.000+04:00

Born in a new world of super scholars,
Self proclaimed to be - the never wrong.
Preaching as if it was all there own,
Following the codes of a free thinker of another time and zone.
These demented fools assume too much,
To self assign themselves as Guruji's!

My visions are clear, I need no intoxicant.
I do everything in complete intent.
I don’t need another's style,
I don’t want to be told how to?
I rather fall again and again,
Bumping around till I make my ground.

The abstract nature of my mind
Keeping it cryptic to seek and find
I twist in a contradiction to make a plot
Deceiving all in reason ...that is not
No rules are needed to govern my soul...
I don’t need you to tell me that I’m a crazy fool!

I won’t use exotic word to have a fight,
I don’t even care if I was ever right.

I am the master and the slave to my own soul,
No one owns it... it’s a world not defined
Filling the blanks to the answer of the unknown;
That’s how we learn all we want to know.

Listen my friend... you can have a say!
Don’t worry a bit; we all can walk in the Grey.

I’ll decide when to run and when to stop
Don’t take my word too literally
I’m no child of a Holy Ghost.
I’m no saint or Demon Lord.
I'm not a bigot of Your Humanity..
If just a man.. Seeking Within...

Till... I have...
Thoughts untamed and motives raw.
Virgin borders and untouched by laws.

I may not be a cure to this mental disease...
But I may be the placebo to bring in a release.

copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Cross-Road

2007-07-18T13:28:00.000+04:00

Perplex in this world of unlimited desire,
We seek answers of what will transpire.

In this difficult and complex set of circumstances,
Confusion looms on the course of all acceptances.

How is one to choose the right path?
Or one, just lie there on the cross road choosing not?

This known moral question in life,
A forced notion to seek a certain type.

In this burdened world we walk into the dark.,
Thinking we make the routes as we go along.

Some are acts of your own doing;
Other, being reactions of an outcome.

A cocktail of action and reaction blending in a bowl
How we think, we have done the best of all.

But then again,

May be there are no choices, no dilemma,
We just walk ignorant into what is already written.

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Ride with Yama

2007-07-18T13:21:00.000+04:00

Half awake in my lucid dream,
I walked across to my window pale;
Dogs hauling loud with agonizing screams,
I hurry up in tying my illusive lace.

I jog below to be held by a noose,
Yanked up behind someone mighty as Zeus.
I sketched along his back in the dark,
Only to find green and red sparks.

I wasn't afraid , I was naively being me.
I poked him questions one after another.
Even though he seem busy with his scrolls.
A million names and thousand sheets,
This Job is only getting harder day by day.

I very well knew he needed a data processor,
then I looked below on his steed,
asked if he was willing to exchange his transport
for something more up to date and speed.

He shoved me down from what was not a horse,
Then he grunted a sound, as if it was all my fault.

I stood up to be told, "My time wasn't up"!
Then I started to ponder if there was any creature he would miss?

I was kicked hard by this very beast,
Almost mocking me with his gory grin.

It had read my mind, this buffalo would live on ....immortal,
That is only if "It" can keep it's job for ever,

Err....Until now It has done just that!

An Angels Conspiracy

2007-07-18T13:16:00.000+04:00

Listening to the omens...
They whisper from the wind or the shuffle of the pouring rain.
Through a wrinkle old ladies smile or your neighbor’s dog barking wild...

It could even be waking up for a drink of water...
Returning to find, haunting sounds of the window shattered all over your unseen shrine.
Its may just be a failure of design, But then again could it be all divine.

Is it someone else's prayer watching over you...?
Is it an angel sent by a friend, nudging you through your hardest times?
It’s like an envelope of prayers protecting your every move!

Some time it’s even tougher, like a bird which leaves its nest hungry,
so that the little one can learn to fly....
It’s like reading a foreign book not understanding a word...

But -The omens are out there telling, sometimes even screaming it out...
Good or bad... most of us fail to see or understand...
God speaks through these angels, or these random acts...
They let you know when you might be getting into trouble
Or a moment you supposed to hold on, just a little more.

Ever felt like, you bump into old Friends not knowing ...why?
You took an alternate route... Then you think again ...why?
Even a loved one lost at certain point, is it just to make you what you are?

The angels are conspiring to make you what you are born to be

If you listen well, you won’t rust or turn to dust...
You will just evolve into something more beautiful and just...

A purpose, a goal...a larger cause...?
Have you thought may be all your life was to actually show a lost one his way?

All of us do make it ... we just die not knowing we did so...
.
Sssh... Listen...now...!
It’s all an angel's conspiracy!!!

Field of Blood

2007-07-18T13:13:00.000+04:00

I had a dream while still awake,
I saw a man ragged and fake.
Times were old, Hebrew spoke.

The man screamed out,
They will try to kill the king today.

Pointing at me, He said....
You have to tell my story.

I am but One of the Twelve
But more so will be remembered for my betrayal
30 silver coins is the price you see,
But I have given more for my might lord thee.
You will not see my hidden sacrifice
That the lord has asked of me.

I know it is something cruel.
But with out this
HE will not be able to save Humanity.

Sins have to be washed and cleanse for all.
I will die before my master has gone,

The Son of GOD, will live on Forever
And I... will be known as
"The Hanging Man Judas"

Pantheist Twins

2007-07-18T13:02:00.001+04:00

There were two twins.
Both born from the same holy fire
But One ... life by example,
while the other by burning desire.

Both wanted to please...
...please their dearest father...

How they awed his creation from the soil.
Every time a better... in a better style!

All the twins thought,
Was to make the best of the lot.

Both same in talent,
Yet rules different.
One copied... the other.
Trying not to miss a thing.
Only surpassing the other in form.

And when their father said.
“Tomorrow we shall rest and watch all things grow”.

The twin rummaged in a hurry to surprise there dearest daddy
With there final show!

I’m not sure… if it was Gabriel or Lucifer,
But one came with Adam,
the other with Eve!

Or... So the Story Goes!!!!!!

Story from Eden

2007-07-18T12:58:00.000+04:00

From the ribs of curiosity,
One newer version evoked.
She glared and spoke differently.
A charm I couldn’t describe.
Delightfully delicate
Thoughtfully complex

A face made of snow
Skin softer than flower blooms
Alive… erratic…
Yet Calm… romantic…
Mesmerizing wild

She spoke in codes not saying straight
She wanted nothing …yet everything sought

The first thing she asked from me
Was the only thing I couldn’t touch!

But I had a funny feeling and
I bit the apple first!

The Journey With In

2007-07-18T12:56:00.000+04:00

When all is dark and you cannot see.
The voices in your head just... scream,
Convincing that broken mind to quiver & quit.

Eternity it may feel like,
To be trapped within these walls of self abuse.
To be gripped in the fear of never being understood.

A pathetic excuse of your existence,
To waste your time in seeking.. Why?
Don’t search for the light in the end of the hole.
Seek within and become whole.

No real answer will come asking blind fools
Don’t take no for an answer, grow your core!
Search for the strength inside your soul,
Nothing will stop you when you find that zone

Remove all barriers stunning your growth,
Take the blessing of your old,
When it gets unbearable,
And you are about to fall.
You will defy everything,
And stand titan tall!

That is when you become the Sun,
Lighting up not just you
But …. One & all.

God's Greatest Con ~ the Devil!

2007-07-18T12:55:00.000+04:00

I wonder why?
The loyal,
The ideal,
The best,
The most loved of all.

Why...?
Would one like you go so astray?
Why would you push your master far away?

Then I ponder on it from the core,
Logically, Curiously, Theologically,
Then a tad bit more

No revelation, No Dream,
No vision, No Scream…

Just as a smack on my face,
I was put in place...
...By blasphemy!

All being are with purpose & reason...

OH MIGHT LORD,
How could "YOU" not see treason?

Now here is a thought,
No evil, No suffering, No pain!
Would you my friends say God's name?
Who will it be to test your faith?
God greatest student,
The one who sacrifices even his stake.

Provoking and tempting us… To his very best
Taking all the blame… without a rest

The Greatest Con it is,
Without the devil,
Who would check us?

copyright(c)2007 shivraj rajaram

Eternal Desire

2007-07-18T12:51:00.001+04:00

Ssh …
… Close those blinds... and burn the candle light...
I want to make this fantasy further right
I waited too long...for this passionate night
Don’t stop me now... don’t put up a fight...

This carnal desire inside me…will not slow.
I want to proceed… I want to further grow.
I want to be possessed by you..
..making me sweat profusely in every show.

I want your every breath shared with mine
I want that heavenly touch completely inter twined..
I want to shiver as you run your palm across my face..
I want your warm body holding me to my place...

Defuse my head and kick starting my heart.
I want u to burn through me like a dry tequila shot.
I want to melt you heart to quench my throat.

Like a hundred dying men
I shall wait for those luscious lips to collide with mine..
…making me the only one... the true envy of time.

I want my pulse to race as I untie your hair...
As it fall across your shoulders and on my chest bare.

I want you to entice me to lead this holy quest...
Bind me in a spell with mesmerizing eyes and magic hips..
I want to worship you till the point of no return...

Drugged in a trance like state I would go to very unknown
Running my tongue…accompanied with my lips to every inch.
Starting with your face... those eyes, ears… lips to cheeks...
From finger tips to shoulder blades and further more
Down your spine... those roaring hips and those gentle toes..
I'd like to go on till I conquer you all
Leaving no spot unturned, touch every thing big or small

Do you want me to stop... do you want me to go...
I don’t intend to listen….
...I am the Teaser of the mind ...& The Pirate of your Soul.

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

All In All

2007-07-18T12:50:00.000+04:00

Do you think you seen it all.
Blind you choose… knowing all.

Look this world of yours through our fading eyes
Think for once of our plight
No tear will run, No moisture left within
No strength to raise our arm.
No voice to speak of our harm

All the things you take for granted
Is what kills us in the scorching heat
Not television, not education,
Not gold or luxury cars.
Just a bite to eat is all we ask.
Help us to live,
Where are those kind angels promised upon?

Food you throw would feed a lot of souls.
The shower you take could quench a lot of us.
The clothes you wear branded and all.
We just need a slipper to not burn our sole.

You fight with your sibling with a toy car or doll.
Then you hate your parents for not side you at all.
Think of a mother choosing which child to help
While the other would dies on her lap tonight

All in all
We are in a wicked world
Where the rich are rich
And the poor are poor.
Survival of the fittest
Is that really so?

Don’t you shun away....I hope you see so...
We may die, but don’t you say... you never knew...
How we were left to be exterminated
All in All

Seeking Salvation

2007-07-17T12:17:00.000+04:00

Seeking Salvation

Savage times …
How did it begin?
How did it all go so wrong…?

…Just ask me again ? I'll give it all?
Paid full in advance … A life time’s price,
Do you think it as a selfish sacrifice...?

Through the fields of fire…I fought and fought...
My flesh failing but my heart urged strong!

Shackles of society and work weighing hard,
I could hear your distant cheer,
Until echoes faded into the unknown,
And I lost out... that too... on my final run…

Then glorious love diluted into this ablution of agony,
Gods also forsook knowing well I‘d suffer for it.

Now,
This selfless act, suddenly deemed unworthy?
I’m alone; I’m hurt and losing sleep...
I’m falling …and falling deep...

Oh,
Baptized by the tears I have shed.
I confessed to even the maker of my loss.
Yet no redemption, no resolve...
Time in penance for another,
Where is the justice!

What is it that makes me love you so very much?
I am on my knees… I hate it all….
Now in the hallow whistle of a silence,
Broken dreams consumed by darkness.

Strange manifestation of my own reflection,
Snatching screams of salvation.

I hate this,
Sad excuse of a stranger I once knew,

Lord, where will my retribution be...?

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

MOCKING MOKSHA

2007-05-08T13:29:00.000+04:00

Seeking salvation in soul swapping world
Fending within this foolish fold
Mental Mourning of Murky mind.
How everyone plays the seek & find.

Not wicked warriors in any way,
Just a versatile wizards of today.
Nothing complex just a simple thought
Lost in ones own world of doubt
They call for change & control of chaos
Not touching it directly, knowing it would get worse,

Quick fix to an old Question.
Getting high on Systems of Delusion.
Catapulting up to this Karma tic cool
Followed by the consistent fallen fool
No banyan tree, No time to wait, No real sacrifice.
A reoccurring race of junkies enacting false.
Breeding to a meaning for a greater cause.

Placid prophecy of this pierced pack.
No Cause, No religion, No meaning to in-act.
It’s a tattooed race of urban bloomers.
A neon nirvana for the new age goer.
Flashy lights, florescent grounds,
Party nights, blasting sounds.
A push for an identity of their own
Born to self abuse and strangers to their homes.
A smoke in hand or pop of a pill...
No more years of meditation or hiding on a hill...
Just mushroom clouds and pricking pins.
A semi solid diet of liquor and sin
A trance like state of the lucid Dream
Chants of music bringing on a feel..
Eyes so red but vanilla skies…

This era of rev has just begun...
A clan of the people on the run?
Are you also one of them?
...Floating free with the Buddha Bongs.
...Are you too…. Mocking Moksha ?

MY UNKNOWN BOND.......

2007-02-11T09:16:00.000+04:00

Blood, pain and gut; a child is born...

A bond by blood is very strong...

Father, Mother, Daughter, Son or child

All coming from an ancient written Bind.....

But there are some unknown bonds,

Which have no names, or clause.

Just waiting there, to be found,

making everyone think and pause.

From far and near, they bump into you.

Some fade away, like most hit songs do.

Others last forever, like a bible of time.

Some need your help, others help you,.

Some you call friends, some you call family

No strings attached; no hidden lines...

These are the people, you come to love.

A simple feeling of belonging in a stranger’s heart

A truly giving emotion, Selfless from the start.

Calling them yours, even though it’s not your claim.

A bond strong and sweet, yet without a name.

You are my unknown bond....

My Mother, My other Lord!

By Shiv on 7/12/2006 for My Aunty/ My Friend/ My other Mother