EGO

EGO

Towering over my alter self.
Questioning the notion, Of Who... What ... Why

Perpetually moving from here to then.
Feeling time slipping out and running low on points.

Dissecting what was, to what could become.
Riding my thoughts and hushing my soul.

I learned to tuck logic and reason.
Now I choose to live without rules.

Between yesterday and tomorrow,
I missed many moments of now.
Forgetting to relish the joy.
Pondering over fluke connections.
And how it made this a blessed world.

Today, I finally learnt to be still and looped into infinity.

Come, my friends, Stop, Breathe, Rejoice.

The death of what was once me.

The Raver's Anthem

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

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

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

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...

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 )

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 ~

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 )

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...)

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 )

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 )

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)

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!)

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 )

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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In this pursuit of happiness, I searched long and hard.

Looking for that reason to be more than one can.

Confused, I pushed ahead. Directionless, In search of a friend.

Stumbling onto you by pure coincidence or cosmic plan.

Among the million grains of sand, you found this unlit soul.

I knew then, I would evolve. Unconditional, Divine, Curious and Raw.

I had been blessed by the shining star and the oracle.

With those compassionate breaths,  slow resurrection began of my battered heart.

Inspiration dangled of my mind, I much more.

Fearless, I face all the storms. For now... I am not alone.

I have you, my ecstasy, my scholars stone. Knowing well that it would rain again;

You wrap me in your thoughts and innocence, I am warm, I am strong, I am willing and bold.

Some things are left unsaid. But, like an unasked prayer answered.

Reasons for intrigue, you have done more for me and my future self.

My dream is alive in You and that’s all I will ever need.

You are the refuge to this paradox I call life. The key to the riddle I forever had.

You are my witness, My everything. And I LOVE YOU more than you will ever know.

Who are YOU? ( Questioning GOD)

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?

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

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...

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

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