Kharani

A Home So Old

2010-03-15T10:27:00.001-07:00

A time comes, even the sun gets cold
a time comes, even new gets old
What if the moon twinkles, far, far away
What if the evening gives you a new day

If hatred and lust and chaos are lost!
Would we achieve a world we must?
If fear’s driven away, if envy’s dead!
Would we achieve a liveable world ahead?

Some questions; I seek some answers to them
my dreams, my wishes; who am I to blame?
Imaginations; it did never hurt myself
so I wondered and wandered, I dreamed with no help!

The sun was gone, it was dark and cold
the moon grew old, heavy, it fell below
the earth; so shattered, in pieces it flew
and life was a wonder, a rarity; so few!

Or was this one true? The sun glows gold
the moon was silver, as pale and as cold
the stars twinkled, the sky was blue
the earth it moved with lives so new!

These were dreams I saw, my fear, my good
my imaginations; may be they fell with my mood!
My wish; never these, but I wish for a world
A world of lives, a home so old!

Dreams

2010-02-26T10:03:00.001-08:00

Let not your dreams die before you do!!

A New Beginning

2010-02-26T09:48:00.001-08:00

With such ferocity did the lightning strike. Enraged by humanity, it felt like God had unleashed his fury upon them. Ravishing humanity’s most beloved belongings, life was slowly being snatched away from the Earth.

I lay awake; dreaming, deep in thoughts; awaiting my turn. I could see the lightning flash across the sky, partially leaving the world in momentary darkness. The moon wasn’t as silvery as before; it had taken a pale-red color, darkening with the passage of every moment. The sky gleamed red in those flashes and light was not as soothing as it used to be. The floor was a sea, a sea tranquil sea of blood.
I could sense my heart beat and slowly it pumped more, the thumping began to increase; my heart was hammering hard. A slow rush of adrenaline that ran within my body could be felt. I stood by my window, waiting, wondering how it would feel to lose everything, wondering how it would feel to die! Slowly, it was almost over, I felt like I was the last man on Earth, awaiting judgement, waiting for the sky to deliver my sentence.

Everything began to slow down, every second felt like eternity. As I peeked through my window at the oblique sky, the momentary flashes and the thunderous roar, they eased me.
“These were the last words on Earth, these were my last words on Earth”, I thought.
A flash of lightening shot through the sky right into my window. It was quick, it was over. No screaming, no shouting, just a feeling to have lost everything, just a momentary thought of losing your senses. My soul slowly took off……I watched myself, leaving this world and watched the rest doing the same. I was moving towards eternity, witnessing the end of the world or should I say ‘A new Beginning’. As I left, I noticed a solemn tree that stood on top of heaps of corpses and blood, a single and divine life form that was left as a memento for the next to come. Thus began a familiar era, a history I knew so well, as I watched from above flying through time and space, witnessing a new beginning, hoping it wouldn’t be the same.

You!!

2010-01-18T09:34:00.001-08:00

In memories of you, my eyes bleed in tears
I, a humble servant of beauty
Washed out like a sea-shore
The tides of love now drown me!
Oh Lucy!! Oh Mary! Oh love of my life!
Don’t haunt me, don’t hunt me, and don’t craze me a naive
A gentle hug, a soft caress, a kiss, out in a dream
A realm of love, a heaven above, a dream it ought to be!

Now my bleeding eyes, my bleeding soul,
They all search for thee
And in this life I saved my breath
But breath was short to be!

My life burns out, my days are gone
With the kiss of time, my fate’s sealed
I’ll take you then, oh angel sane, I shall so make it divine
A love shall rise, in the heavens above; I’ll make a holy shrine

And my bleeding eyes, my bleeding soul,
They all search for thee
And in this life I saved my breath
But breath was short to be!

Random Thoughts (patriotism)

2010-01-14T08:48:00.001-08:00

(it's not about parting from your home country, people wanna be free, you can't just claim people!!) and i didn't say don't love your country but don't let this love blind you!!

I love my country too!! But i don't like my country claiming things that it may or may not own!! history is different and History can not always be the present or the future!! Sometimes History becomes a STORY!!

(I wrote both of these!! LOL!!)

A long time ago!

2010-01-10T09:13:00.001-08:00

God is never to be found if searched for, for God is truth if you believe and God is faith if you possess

IN A DREAMLESS DAY!

2009-11-11T08:14:00.001-08:00

Wings broken, from my feet away!
Flight shaken, in a rainy day!
Winter breaks the summer's way!
Me, well I’m lost in a dreamless day!!

Your soothing touch, your loving caress
has wilted away, has left me a mess.
Trying to remember you, I’ve lost my way!
And again, I’m stuck in a dreamless day!

A gentle kiss…from an angel amidst
A hug; the warmth of a cloudy feast
I lost it all in a seizure of mist!
A dreamless day is now what it is!

Lost in fright, I shiver alone
All around, I feel pain to borne
the throne of bliss has crumbled away!
I feel dead in a dreamless day!

A silent lullaby rings in my ears
a cold….cold, windy night it is
can’t go to sleep for sleep haunts me!
A dreamless night has come to be!

In the Realm of My Senseless World

2009-10-11T08:06:00.000-07:00

It all began 9 years ago; I was just a small kid then. All I wanted was to create anything. I just went on opening anything I could get, attaching anything I had and breaking everything I could. Suddenly, one fine day, my eyes fell upon a dust covered book. It was all dirty and unclear; I couldn’t read the title. Shrugging my shoulders, nodding at nothing, I laughed and threw the book away. I thought that I didn’t have enough time to read a book. I thought it was just a mere waste of time.

Later that night, I felt sort of uneasy, I felt as if I had forgotten something of a great importance, I felt as if I had committed a mistake unforgivable, as if I had become a sinner in this world. I woke up as if automatically, turned on the lights and then looked at every nook and corner of my room just to find the same old, dusty, senseless book.

I cleared the dust to reveal a golden title
‘Alice in Wonderland’. I smiled, then, I had to take one giant leap to the realm of the book. I opened it and started; each page just pulling me inside, to its world. I began imagining the situations of growing small and big, getting lost in nowhere, meeting up with talking cats and so on and on and on.

It was an entirely different experience; as if I had entered another world. I just couldn’t stop reading, I kept on and on. I was so into it that I finished reading it within a span of time. Then came a shock of re-entering into reality. Such sadness I remembered, boredom, sleeplessness, stress, everything seemed so distasteful.

I wanted to go back to my fantasy. I just couldn’t stand it. I tried hard to imagine, I forced myself to dream awake and thus it began; “My Realm of a Senseless World”.

I was never alone after that time, I was never lonely. Every time I had a companion, a confidante, a friend, a caretaker with me; myself. I could do anything there, I was never messed up, I never had to cry, never be sad.

If ever I wished to fly, I had wings to soar high
If ever I wished to swim, I had fins to dive in
I ever I wished to roar, I was a lion to adore
If ever I wished to sing, I was the nightingale’s king

It was perfect; a perfect happy world. I could go on changing myself. I could jump whenever I wanted to wherever I wanted to, I could cry out loud or just shout high, I could beat the villains with just a wave of my fingers, I could tremble the world with just a blow of my breath. Everything could be done in the realm of my senseless world.

I'm Writing!

2009-10-11T08:05:00.000-07:00

Months have passed since I ran my pen over the smooth edges of a paper. It feels like I have forgotten the essence of writing. The incense of ink has disappeared from my fingers. I have left my pen dead.

Now, as I try to remember the moments of inscribing those letters on a paper, as I try to remember those days when I used to scribble those senseless words to form some petty sentences and I remember, how hard I tried to find some sense in them and momentarily I did find something there.

But, those days are gone. Engulfed by laziness, blinded by the mist of arrogance and foolishness, I have lost what I had. How hard I try to write something, all I do is scribe some benumbed words. My momentary sleep has turned to a dreadful slumber, my blurred visions have left me within a maze all lost in chaos.

I can’t do spells, I can’t do charms, I cannot bewitch those cherished moments of mine to return back. The virtual walls of perils and threats and thrills that I enjoyed lying to everyone about has literally imprisoned me leaving me a prisoner inside my own most dreaded nightmare.