No Face

Walking through the gentle drizzle,
Falling softly, making spots on me,
Bringing back memories of times gone by.
Hand in hand, we went forth,
To conquer all that was ahead of us.
No job seemed too small, no hill too tall,
All the wars we fought, we never lost.
You gave me the strength I needed to fight
And I gave the thought that you did.
Together we were not two but one,
But come night, you fled,
Relieving me of my strength,
Forcing the vigor of my brain to stop.
You were always there behind me,
As we walked into the rising sun,
And lead me on the lonely path ahead,
As we trudged away from the setting one.
A promise you made, of being beside,
As long I stay in the light,
No matter who may come and who may go,
That you will lie beside.
But during the times, I’d need you the most,
The time of the day when sleep beckons,
When the fears, faced during the day haunt,
Denying the rest, I deserve from drudgery.
No light beside I stay in the dark,
Not knowing the road, I should take,
No one to turn to calm the fear.
As I call out your name aloud at night,
I hear only my thoughts echoing.
You cannot come, as you are not there,
A promise you made remains unbroken.
I eagerly await the coming of the dawn,
To clear the clouds of doubt hanging above,
So I can behold the warmth called love,
That only the all-powerful white orb can give.
As I turn back to see the night,
That I spent in hell all alone,
You stand beside, as if nothing happened,
Ready to accompany to the goals we have.
I cannot ask you why you never stay,
Nor can you tell me where you go at nights,
For I have never seen you laugh or cry,
Or the twinkles that I think your eyes have,
As the shadow of mine can have no face.

18th December 2002

~Aditya

Light in Darkness

The whole world seems dark
And light, not one shining.
A flame, of hope, inside,
Shows the way you need to see

9^th July 2002

~Aditya

The window

The world is nothing but a room,
And we are forced to be inside.
Surrounded by four walls, inside given,
A view so restricted, to abide.

The only lookout, a window, open,
Bringing along a breath of fresh air.
Air so fresh, and air so pure,
Showing our existence, so bare.

Break down the walls and fly,
Out to the open skies around,
To rules you make and views you see,
Make yours, the rules you abide.

7th November 2002

~Aditya

Dream

Dream they’d say
As far as you dare.
Dream they’d say
For all that you care.
Dream they’d say
For anything’s possible.
Dream they’d say
With a little effort.

Be wary, I’d say
As how you dream.
Be wary, I’d say
As how high you soar.
Be wary, I’d say
To see the ground below.
Be wary, I’d say
Of dreams failing you.

Care I’d say
For dreams impossible.
Care I’d say
Of hopes harbored.
Care I’d say
As pain’s around the corner.
Care I’d say
Of knives knifing you.

~Aditya

Keep him alive

Scorned by the parent unknown above,
Rudely he was thrown out to the world below.
Came riding the god of death,
With his first breath, he took his mother’s last.

A loving father he did have,
Sadly the father loved some other.
Thrown into the streets outside,
A symbol of ill luck, a symbol of death.

Have always thought of the fact,
As how life can become death.
As to how a tiny baby, new born,
Can be potent enough to kill.


Scorned by the parent he knew not,
He walked on into this harsh world.
Building the roads, he walked upon,
Making the beds, he slept in.

Not a soul seemed to care,
No one asked if he had a meal,
No loving hand to soothe the pain,
Remnant of a haunting nightmare.

He never did once lose hope
Of getting back at this world.
More than the desire for revenge,
Was that to be accepted as a man.

Someday the scars began to heal.
That day when he found a friend,
Who saw him for what he was,
Not for what he had been or shall be.

That hand seemed to ease the way,
And the pain that came along.
The words gave him courage,
To live a life that lacked value.

What the world could not give,
What the parent would not provide,
When the going seemed to drag him down,
From where did that smile come along?

In a life filled with scornful faces,
Why is there that one with a smile?
In a world that dubbed him worthless,
How do those words kindle the use in him?

In a world filled with hate,
Why did that heart give him love?
Dear friend, in a world he’d rather be dead in,
Why does that hand keep him alive?

3rd September 2003

~Aditya

Dark day bright night

The dark of the day scares me,
Faces of terror encompass my soul.
The light of the night blinds me,
Unable to see the things I should know.

The hunger of those who are rich
Wanting still more bewilders me.
The contentment of those poor
In having their need puzzles me.

Peace I found in hell soothed me,
People atoned for the sins they committed.
Bedlam I found in heaven troubled me,
Regret for pardon of crimes forgotten.

Greed I found in god stunned me,
A greed for the good of the world,
Generosity of man shocked me,
Generous only if he were to gain.

I cannot comprehend the emotion of the mind,
Giving more importance to thought.
Nor do I understand the thought of the heart,
Putting emotion before the right.

The hatred of a mother amazes me
Of those who think ill of her child,
The love of an enemy on the other side
To kill those on this side baffles me.

The power that hate wields amazes me ,
To destroy what was created with love and care,
The weakness of love calms my nerves,
Never to destroy, creating beauty and joy.

The thievery of a saint impresses me,
Theft from the power of the hidden soul.
The piety of a thief seems strange,
Thievery to feed his loves ones, saintly.

The stupidity of education irritates me,
Minds filled with useless information.
The knowledge of ignorance pleases my mind,
Ways to live and wisdom to find.

The frown on a face of a friend captivates me,
Anger as I have strayed in my path.
The smile on the face of the foe of mine
A smile due to my waywardness, surprises me.

Dark of the day scares me,
Light of the night blinds me,
Things I have known and seen today
Shall make me a better man tomorrow.

5th March 2003

~Aditya

Hope

A walk along a rock-laden beach
Brings a parallel to the life we lead.
The wave crashes on the rocky beach,
All the energy gone in froth.
The wave, destroyed recedes,
To come back again, if only to crash.
Life too is similar, my dear,
The hopes we have are the waves,
The harsh reality, the rocky beach.
Every time the hope seems to break
Because the life was not ready
To fulfill that one harbored hope,
Never fret away your life.
Come back with renewed energy,
Because even with all seeming lost,
The only reason once can ever have
To try again, all over though once lost,
Is hope, even if it were to crash on rocks.

18th July 2002

~Aditya

Eyes of a child

Look at the world through the eyes of a child,
You shall see hope rising above despair.
Look at the world through the eyes of a child
You shall see the light that blinds the dark.

Smile at the world through the lips of a child,
You shall know the tenderness of all.
Smile at the world through the lips of a child,
You shall see the cause is love at heart.

Hear the world through the ears of a child,
You shall notice jealousy does not exist.
Hear the world through the ears of a child,
You shall know, as a result, rises trust.

Feel the world through the hands of a child,
You shall see the tenderness of a touch.
Feel the world through the hands of a child,
You shall feel the good of being so tender.

Live life like it were of a child,
You shall find the new future is there.
Live life like it were of a child,
You shall reach the distant new horizon.

26th September 2002

~Aditya

Natural Romeo

Blow, oh North Eastern wind,
All the way from here to where I don't belong.
See If thy can blow away the air, sinned,
That repels me away from there,
Asking me away from where I am pinned.

Burn with all thy might,
Oh, thou warmth giving sun, burn away the disease
That stops that heart from seeing the light
Of a new day having dawned,
To replace the dark we were in of a night.

Rise, after the departure of the orb, so hot,
Shine down with a cooling face, Oh moon,
See if thy can stop the war fought,
And bring peace back to the mind,
Peace that we deserve a lot.

Blaze away, Oh fuel eating flame,
Fed by images of love and passion.
All left behind reasons so lame,
See if thy can burn them to ashes
And make thee worth thy name.

Pour down, thee all quenching rain,
Bringing relief to the parched heart.
See if thy can create for them who refrain
Gardens of truth and hope,
For both the heart and the brain.

Open for me, earth under my feet,
Swallow the fear they possess,
Of times which they are scared to meet.
Give them the strength thy store,
To laugh with me at danger and it to greet.

Flow, Oh rampant raging river,
Flow to the heart that does not feel,
The hopes I harbor even as they sliver,
Meander along, if thou can't force,
To show them I am a forgiver.

Erupt now, Oh volcano inside,
Pour out the burning lava from deep inside.
Reach out and thaw that ice of a heart that died,
Or burn the stone that may lie there,
That caused a death over which no one wept.

Oh, thou sentries of the world so new,
One to which I don't belong to now,
Put together an act, known to few,
Go and do what I could not do,
Woo for me a girl, looking like morning dew.

22nd December 2002
~Aditya

Sin

I stood by myself,
Then her, I saw.
Companionship, I craved,
Up sprang lust.
Through flames I walked,
To clear myself of sin,
Sin, of being human,
Sin of being alive.

Not a morsel,
Had I taken in days.
Pangs of hunger,
They ran wild.
I look at food, not to partake,
To clean up a sin,
Sin of being human,
Sin of being alive.

Day and night,
I toil.
The rewards,
Justly mine, of my toil,
I cannot desire,
I cannot have.
A sin, sin of working,
Sin of greed, for my work.

My wants, limited,
My desires, limited.
My work,
Aimed at this, limited.
I have to work more,
To repent a sin,
Sin of sloth,
Sin of simplicity.

Injustice, prevalent,
Reaction none.
My temper fails.
Dismember, to rejoin, to dismember,
My body in hell.
To pay for a sin,
Sin of having emotions,
Sin of being human.

I see you,
Better than I am.
I see me, I can be better.
Envy
Raises its green-eyed head.
I sew my eyes shut,
Purging a sin,
Sin of desire to excel.

I performed, I excelled.
I showed myself,
What I am worth.
Pride I felt,
In being me.
With bowed head, I walk,
Whipped, to be humble in sin,
Sin of being myself.

Lust, desire,
Gluttony, hunger,
Greed, want,
Sloth, satisfaction,
Anger, wrath,
Envy, motivation,
Pride, excellence,
All sins, all human.

~Aditya

(To read more on this refer Seven Deadly Sins from Wikipedia)