Being forgotten…


An old wounded monk,

Crushing his nails,

And chanting a betrayal.

Forgotten …. Be forgotten ahead.
It’s a deep dark night,

I fought myself to bring bright…

He roared like a demon,

Hurried to chant Suneman…
I feared of being crushed,

Rushed into bed to crunch…

My teeth into the teeth…

Alas! What I had done to me?

I questioned several times to me.

Exclimed inner proofing myself a second…

Shadow spread among the street,

Chants calm to the death…

I surrendered to my faith,

‘I have been crushed.’

Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.

I thought dozen of times, to under

To unbreak inside cheer.

I have been blocked in surplus,

Muted myself into nowhere.

Months to go I haven’t been out,

Life stuck being alive….
One windy night brought the same,

Loud chants…. Subbings… Nailing the same tree….

It was same wounded face I recalled,

Little week but same analog….
Dare punished me to walk near,

Hiding myself in courtier…

This time he set down,

And fell aside the tree…

I don’t remember the time,

But when I realised it was light..

Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,

And reach to me for unhid..

He may mentally changed.. 

I whispered into my ears..

And turned off to hear….
Stepping up to Home, 

I heard a tone… Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead…

Today it’s me.

Some day you will be….

Bored of being Gentleman

Since that moment, I felt I am an human, 

I acted like that…..

Day and night I pursued all duties,

All morals, all tradition.

Which I loved, which I obeyed,

Some of those were hanged on back.

But today I feel bored, of being not that suits…

To current scenario of behaving,

Of  working,

Of admiring,

And of punishing.

Here I lost those I taught in school,

Those I learner in college,

The idealism…. 

Now don’t work here,

It’s been paralyze…. Paralyze my goodwills.

I stuck between humanity and human…

Who was those people, who had written these impractical theories…

I found wrong..

Perhaps…. From the long time

I have been hidden inside the layers of these papers of idealism, which stand false.

I am bored of being gentleman,

Let me unlock my own,

The Human…..so called animal species.

Let me unlock this,

Let it come out and let it roar….

I admit the virtue of almighty,

But,

Their rules never proves their charm here….

I am a resident of India…

The land of God’s..

People say and relates,

Everything said and written here,

Are words of God…

But they amit not follow,

Sayings turned only sayings…

And they proven to be wrong.

And now myths have brain.. to modify and to sweat under the rain..

Idealism have no meaning here, showcase opens where…

I bored been a gentleman…

Want to unlock the animal’s chain…

Madness of Mind…

Madness

Being a fun of my Hands,

Love dwelling into my Nails.

Scratching my Heart,

That I love her, Apart

Truth of my Veins,

Stops  me to Rain.

That I love Her.
I being a Beggar,

Only can ask to Me.

Why? Why to ruin?

Myself me and into Me.

A story tough to Narrate.

A mystery revealed to Forget,

That I love Her.
Traditions tampered my Face,

My money but,

No rights to Case.
It deemed by my Own,

Nartured to Grow.

Into my Chest,

To pasteurized my Face.

But I looked Dull, 

Because of this Preamble.

That I have to leave this Society,

So that I love Her.
I was bound to Admit,

That I have to summit,

Me, my ego and Her.

To the brutality of Them,

To be punished of Nothing,

Done upto Wrong.

I scared of Them,

Can you understand my Pain.
When I torcherd  by Me,

Then what picture of Hers.
So, I became fun of my Own.

To scratch walls of Heart.

Developed or less-developed

One lonely night,

By my own,

 I answered and murdered by my own.

I cheated myself on the myths of,

Being developed,

From ancients to formers.

Being wild to deputed,

I travelled so far, that

When I look after forgottens,

I laugh and admire my success..

But, is that much true…. What I thought?

I proudly said yes!I am.

A small finger point at me,

Trough the bottom of my heart and,

I dismissed it’s hearing.

That is what I am doing from a long time.

I know that, somewhere somewhat I am cheating on me….

I modified the definition of being developed,

I replaced the word as I convenient.

To hide the truths behind the myths.

I pretended several times with a smile on my face…

Admitting that what I am doing is the only trend.

I refused to mess with presence,

I stop even to understand the differences,

Between being developed and undeveloped,

Because,

I changed the meanings of both words.

Development measures the physical state of our life style not that was related to intellectual.

Undeveloped means only being not earning much to satisfy desired life style.

Is it not so?

I admitted yes!

Money is first and last thing to do with all others.

Perhaps! I am right but my heart rebel brain.

It still points a finger….

That I lacking the development of 

State of my mind,

I still behind to except the changes,

Related to socialism, religion and morality.

And it’s true… when I talks about these I fell stuck….

And my heart runs away from my brain… Being developed to less developed…