LIFE'S LOVELY CRADLE....

R & F : Back After a Decade

Rasputin: He again called us; once again to share his pains, sorrows, and incompetency!

Fakir: Come on! Aren’t we here for that?

Rasputin: I am not! You might be! He kicked us out of his life.

Fakir: Did he?

Rasputin: Why are you asking me? You too were thrown away.

Fakir: I was always there with him, a little calm this time as I found that he is taking right decisions.

Rasputin: What right decisions? He was sacrificing everything he wanted to have.

Fakir: No! He was doing the correct thing!

Rasputin: Okay! Is it? Then why is he back? You will have to agree with me. He wanted none of these. He wanted what we know he still wants, but can we steer him anymore?

Fakir: I know he wants something else from life, and he will be there once he is done with what he is doing now.

Rasputin: This is not going to end, Fakir!

Fakir: You are again taking the wrong loop. I never said that he should end any of the things that are making his physical life easier. He has to put a full stop to the ones that are making him reluctant to approach his destiny.

Rasputin: I agree, but how? Can he even think about it when he has no thoughts left?

Fakir: His thoughts are always alive! Let him crave for them to become visible. He loves analogy, compares, and contrasts; let him understand how a desert feels about flood! Let him rise, let him rise again!

Rasputin: I hope!

I AM STILL HERE.....PART 1

You were there I suppose looking out for me,

Brilliant eyed, constant mind,

Every sense possessed by thee…

You preyed on me,

It was your domain.

But I opine not the same,

I still have things to fight for,

A freedom, soul, survival, and dreams to crave….

I still have things to live for,

I still have my dreams to crave….

Loser....

Loser as I were, loser as I would have ever been,

Loser I am still and loser how I make you all feel,

Loser whom you find, loser whom you strive to get hold of,

Loser as I always will be, loser without you always!

Colors that make no color to me,

Sounds that no longer make any sound,

The shades that is hotter than sun,

The clouds that have stopped raining,

The air that flows without any trace of life,

All cause of life that goes lifeless without you,

Loser as I always will be, loser without you always!

I heard the story of a king and his queen,

The king who never lost his love,

All the vows he made to the queen,

All the deeds he did for her,

Everywhere he tried to find her after her death,

Every time he cried to find her in space,

All the time he screamed now and again:

“Loser as I always will be, loser without you always!”

(ps: inspiration --> "Challa" from "Jab Tak Hai Jaan")

I will be there....I still think...

It never wandered around,

I never thought a lot about,

It went and passed by,

U were there and are always,

“I will be there at that moment always,

I still think about that always…..”

You keeping up with all life wanted,

You there to stay for what I admired,

You always standing tall for what “WE” desired,

You there to hold me strong,

“I will be there at that moment always,

I still think about that always…..”

The small things you did,

The small things that made me live,

The false lies you made me regret,

The love you made me forget,

The life you gave me saying that,

“I will be there at that moment always,

I still think about that always….”

The reasons you gave me,

One I am still looking for,

The hurts unbearable as they still are,

One you remind me as much as it can,

I will search all, till you are there to say

“I will be there at that moment always,

I still think about that always….”

(PS: Still listening to the SRK poem in JAB TAK HAI JAAN)

For YOU!!!

Spent, Felt, Cried, Loved, and Lost,

You are the one whom I feel and believe, of them ALL!

Died, Deprived, Craved, Begged, and Gained,

You are the one who is priceless, of them ALL!

Killed, Cheated, Revolted, Lied, and Boasted,

You are the one who got the simplicity, of them ALL!

Drugged, Dosed, Conked, and Swooned.

You are the best sight, of them ALL!

Discovered, Possessed, Caught, and Captured,

You are the best I have, of them ALL!!

SINGER OF THE SCREW-YOU LAND

Once upon a time, in a distant SCREW-YOU LAND,

Lived a singer, with his SCREW-YOU BAND.

He danced and roamed from street to street,

Shouting aloud, and calling it a melodic treat.

Everyone in the land, and some on his own bandstand,

Were aware, that his music was laid and bland!

No ears did he give to the townsmen,

Neither did he react to what his mates had to say,

He continued singing his songs, to everyone, whatsoever it may!

And then came one day,

When the town heard the SCREWER of the SCREW- YOU LAND proclaim:

“You make one more song, darn you, the SCREW-SINGER,

You lose your tongue, darn you, the SCREW-SINGER!”

The SCREW-LANDERS did sympathize,

But underneath, they had a reason to rejoice,

They were hopeful that now, the singer had no other choice!

Long takes to prosper, and longer turns to reign,

The SCREW-SINGER had one last song to make,

All heard as he sang along,

Without a fear to lose his songs:

“Oh, you SCREWER, of the SCREW-YOU LAND,

Do chop off my tongue, if you feel my music is so screwed up bland.

Do remind me what remains for me,

I know nothing, but the songs I sing,

The songs, which are my only abbey!

Oh, you SCREWER, of the SCREW-YOU LAND,

Can a man live after losing his gland?”

Everyone heard, and everyone saw,

How the SCREWER stuck to his law!

A slash of the sword, and blood everywhere,

The singer lost his soul in the petite affair!

No one screamed, and none did shed any tears,

As the SCREW-SINGER’s shrills fainted, without any sears.

Death ends as much as it revives,

Nothing more can now be heard on SCREW-LAND,

More than the SCREW-SINGER's advice!

As all the younkers rise, and sing along,

“Tell me oh SCREWER of the SCREW-YOU LAND,

Can a man live after losing his gland?”

PS: Never deprive someone of the right to feel the soul inside!

I AM YOU!!

I walked through the storms, holding you in my hand,

For the love, I have, the pains never count,

You are me, and I am you,

Between us, there is no adieu!

I still remember the day:

Mid of the way; they taunted,

The taunts screamed in your ears more than they could,

They forced, and you stopped, and made me stop too.

You asked me to be ripped off, which made me aghast

Why, I asked,

The why, which you never replied to,

Is still there and haunts me, whenever I feel you.

Dark as I was, and darker as they showed,

Blinded the vision you had, I suppose,

You tried to hide, get away from me,

But there were no reasons that I could foresee!

I was destined to be with you,

If not you, no need of me,

I came from you, I merged in you, I lived in you, and wanted to die with you.

Though dark, as they found me to be,

I am you, and you are me!

The sounds, the shrieks, the pain, and the pleads,

You gave in to all,

Tried to escape from me!

I am dark, that is how I should be,

Dark as death and death resides in me,

Hence, I took your plea,

And deprived you of what you should be!

Till then, I was fluxed in you,

Now, you are the one, who looks up to me,

Still, will carry you in my arms,

As, I am you and you are me!

(Got a little inspired from "Bhala Bura" song from the movie "Aks"! But it turned out to be a lot different from what I expected! If you read it, try to emote. For instance: an evil laugh after the line "Tried to escape from me!", and then continue with an arrogant voice.)