P.s : Lord Shiva ,the mythological Indian GOD, who is the destroyer of evil
He’s like ‘Amitabh Bacchan’ of heaven (Angry young god -in his “Tandav” pose n the famous “Third Eye” )
P.s : Lord Shiva ,the mythological Indian GOD, who is the destroyer of evil
He’s like ‘Amitabh Bacchan’ of heaven (Angry young god -in his “Tandav” pose n the famous “Third Eye” )
P.s Prostitution ,a journey to no where !
P.s : Jim Morrison from legendary band “The Doors ” , died early cos of drug abuse ,he is still regarded as one amongst the very best vocalist of entire 20th century
Created By – Anup D.
@ Created by- Amateur me- Anup D.
A Nameless son
– It’s all about loving your parents
I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
My eyes are weak, but I still see the sign on my only property, which says ‘to be sold’
I now have a thin body and my wife and I are both eighty year old
She is ailing and lying on the sofa shivering with her hands fold
Nowhere to go and no one to talk with and behold
No choice left, but to be self-consoled
Only tree left in my garden is ‘alpine gold’
The view from my balcony is very clear
Sometimes thoughts of unfulfilled desires only come near
Instead of going away, they rather bark like a deer
I have a son who was born in ‘leap year’ (29th Feb-Only comes once in 4 years)
I remember the first time when I held my dear
Seeing those eyes and angelic face my heart’s emotion did nothing but stir
My love for him was only pure and sincere
There was a time when my front courtyard was filled with his cheer
I was working then as a young engineer
Every day I was dying to get back home to see the God’s souvenir (Gift)
Watching those small little hands and tiny ear
It was like to seeing your heart walking outside your body and that feel of fear
Our lives without him was ‘completely hollow’ that was so crystal clear
God please do something and make him reappear
I remember his complete school days
Working for him till midnights, to complete his essays
That helping him out with his tense, noun and phrase
Answering his millionth question with same excitement and craze
Those innocent acts and naughty plays
Why are my eyes wet now remembering those dusted thoughts and decays?
Heaven must be very small, because I could see it in his shining small eyes
My boy was becoming a handsome youth and I blessed him to always rise
His mother and I slept and skipped our many meals and rice
So we could save for him and thus he never have to live short and compromise
But I could never understand, what turned him towards us to see us with despise
He rudely denied our love for him, which was our saddest surprise
First time he held his mother’s arm and gave me his red eyes
I’m sure I would’ve done something wrong to give him a ‘No smoking’ advise
Only a child has this power, to become the sweetest or most painful devise
I remember one day when he was on the terrace
I saw him taking drugs with his friend called ‘Ferras’
I told him to please stop and explained him the evil of this virus
He told me to get away and don’t make him embarrass
On several occasions after this he screamed at us and implied
‘I don’t need your bloody love, so don’t bother me and stay outside’
His mother still thinks about those painful memories and cries
Her eyes have emptied out and dried
It pains my heart to think, he is now not with us alongside
Oh Almighty! , Don’t please show this day to any father worldwide
My son got married to the most beautiful girl
I was extremely elated and gifted them diamond and pearl
He use to abuse and be rude to us in front of his wife
Those words pierced me from inside, like it was a deep cut from a knife
I could never understand the reason of this disconnect
But I still could not neglect him ever or object
Only thing I wanted was some reasonable respect
I swear I did everything I could to love him more and reconnect
I wondered why, this strange distance was beginning to arise
God I must have done something silly or unwise
I still can’t tell, why he could not realize our love and our cries
He left us lonely one day so easily, without even saying goodbyes
I consoled my wife, who froze completely, standing still like when someone dies
‘Grant me oh God’ just one wish, to please let me go back to that day and revise
What did we do wrong that we lost that precious prize?
I need the answers from you to my entire Why’s
Was my purpose just to raise him good, educate him well and pay his loan?
Did I burn my entire youth, for absolutely nothing to call my own?
Can you tell if his mother rightly got, what she deserves?
Was that fair that she lost her speech and now only lifelessly she observes?
They say dusk is just an illusion, because sun is either below the horizon or above
Despite this room being absolutely empty, only for you ‘my son’ there is lot of love
Some things can’t coexist at the same time with each other and even without, such as a day and a night
‘I don’t know my mistakes my dear son’, but I’ll pray you raise your child forthright
The view from my balcony is very clear
‘My son’ I can still see this empty courtyard and remember your cheer
I know you were born in leap year
But we still celebrate your birthday each year
I still do remember, when I held you first time my dear
I could die for those small hands and tiny ear
My love for you is pure and sincere
If I get to know that you are happy, then I can leave this earth without any fear
I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
I can’t see the chopping of my only tree ‘alpine’ gold
I wish someone would listen to my wife, after my final hands fold
The pain she have within her is hidden and untold
I wish he would visit us before the angel from heaven takes us away
‘My son show me your face just once, come back please please and don’t delay’
-From a father of a ‘Nameless Son’
P.S: Most beautiful thing in this world is to see your parents smiling and knowing that you are the reason behind that smile. ‘Our birth’ itself is such a debt on each one of us, that we can never ever replay it no matter what, the very least we can do is to keep our parents happy and respect them.
@Copyright: Authored by amateur me – Anup D.
Finding Myself (Mixing one’s Reality with Ideal Alter ego)
– That is nothing but my own definition of spirituality!!!
I have decided to find one in India and my bag is pack
With his help the real me should find itself and come back
I want to find the purpose of life through him, to be on track
I need a spiritual guru and my name is Jack
I spent my teenage with cocaine and crack
My life was disorganized and shoe were out of the rack
Things I have done I don’t even want to remember in flash back
I wish I could rectify everything, realize and drive back
I want to be happy again like a jumping jack
May be that’s why I need a spiritual guru and my name is Jack
Now I work in MNC overtime
Those deadline frustrates and angers me sometimes
But this gets me pay my bills on time
Helps me to save a nickel and a dime
Everyday I spend my morning with coffee and evening with soda lime
I work with people who are my partners in crime.
Everyone talks about this ‘where is life heading to climb’
Are we all not just running a rat race and forgetting the purpose of existence that is so sublime?
By killing our own dreams isn’t that an organized crime?
I want to be happy again and write poems that rhythm
That’s why I need a spiritual guru one time
I have an Alter ego that tells me my name is ‘Van’
He wants to give food to a poor man
Educate one street kid and make him a confident man
Become the stick for an old man
Do a social work in capital of ‘Sudan’
Donate some money from his retirement plan
Travel a lot in Japan
May be one day marry beautiful Suzanne
Have kids and become a family man
These are his dream and vision of becoming a happy man
Jack is my reality and ‘Van’ is an Ideal
I want to make this illusion so real
I’m trying to mix ‘Jack’ (Reality) and Van (Ideal Alter Ego) for a fusion
Hoping to get some fruitful conclusion
I am realizing spirituality is nothing but purity of the heart
So can I not mix my reality with my alter ego and somehow kick-start?
Why should I complaint about working overtime and helping a poor at same time is a struggle ?
Did I not do the same thing, having 3 girlfriends at same time that I easily juggled?
Now I should find no excuse to send a street kid to school for study
If I can’t do it alone, can I not ask those ‘partners in crime’ to help me do this being their buddy
Is that too hard for me to leave my coffee every week for a day?
Knowing somewhere this will help an old man so his debts he can repay
Can I not remain calm and not frustrated like a cold red cherry?
I’m sure beautiful Suzanne will see this and come to me running to marry
I will figure out how to travel to Japan
And go for social work in Sudan
Only when I believe I’m my own spiritual guru and my soul I scan
My Ideal Alter ego is pushing the real me to follow
This experiment helps me to lead a happy life without being hollow
I do not think now I need any spiritual guru to be my guide
I have everything within me and not outside
Happiness is not anything more than a state of mind
I realized that always came to me when helping mankind
So what if I had cocaine and smack, that is all dusted and behind
But what matters is I’m new me, with semi pure heart and refined
P.S: Real faith starts with experiment and then it becomes an experience, don’t hesitate to experiment to achieve your illusive ideal alter ego and kick start somewhere and you will realize more you try the closer you are reaching to your ideal with your experience.
@Copyright: Authored by amateur me – Anup D.