20 Feb 2014

Weird Inferno. (- by Rahul Sharma)

"The unguided mass on earth,
Filled with undefined souls,
Are termed as humans- at times!
Had fallen into fathomless whirls of oblivion,
Yet, insomniac but why..!??"

3 Oct 2013

'UNATTACHED FOR LOVE' - The love song of a rebel - by Rahul Sharma

Those were the days;
Which gave me new ways,
I didn't even sought;
With a mundane intention!
A hundred times I thought;
If you were my mistress.
It was hard to believe in distress
And I had never been so depressed.

I walked along solely...
People thought that I was crazy
And I did always enjoy that.
Without any pretention.

 I found the reason
Behind my unexpected redemption!
That was nothing but those simple thoughts...
Where you came as a bizarre...
Nevertheless all my desires!
You were that pristine soul!
For whom I was searching for years....
Now let me shed some tears...

I would have been
An Emperor of empyrean;
If you were my mistress,
About to impress;
Maybe an Empress;
But I never wanted to be one...!!

Some called me a writer;
While some called me a singer;
Some thought that I was a painter;
Orator for some others...
Intellectual they thought,
Mistaking for my reasons!
Genius I was, for some would say,
How... Now for me...
Everything seems to be path finding tools,
To find you,
My talents made my walking stick,
Since I was blind, until I could find you!
And now again, everything seems to be
A divine comedy!

You were that bold one,
Who did show guts;
Just to love me!
I still wonder that
How dare could you love me
Without bothering attitudes!

All that I needed was a proof
For my own existence.
An answer to a weird question
That my shadow does ask me always....
Regarding those lights behind me.
The reason why I loved twilight,
Was just because you were too glorious for my eyes;
Maybe for my thoughts too!

You made me igneous
My heart started burning;
You were the spark that lit the whole fire.
A bit of care you did give me...
Formed the last pieces of solace,
That would embalm my carcass!

Bygone days,
Of my own life, now I see,
Scribbled some odd verses;
Portrayed revolutions, on a canvas of love;
I did always stood and spoke for the truth,
And thus redrew my own trait!

have nothing new to do...
But a replica of wat I did in the past;
Re-incarnating the same God;
Remixing the same song;
Rewriting the same lines;
And replicating the same words...

Love you lady;
For being my lover...
Love you lady,
For taking me further...

A better counterpart,
The best conjugate,
I don't want you anymore,
And never feel sorry for me.
You were the exclusive for me;
But I am not the one for you.

I can't spare or spoil you either.
Please stay away from me.
And give me some time to love you.
Just give some space for me in your heart;
But not in your life!
As you are more worthy
I want you to stay for ever;
As a remnant of my love!

If you are the stone;
I cannot be the royal ring for you!
Golden rings would make you complete;
When I will be the eyes of your mirror;
Where you could see yourselves!
All I want is to keep on, reflecting your beauty
Towards you....
While the rebel within me keep blocking,
The intruders from the other side!
The lover in me will live for you,
And the rebel in me, will die for you!

Now let me lead my revolt
Without harming you;
So that I can stay for you always,
And my thoughts on you keep reviving me.
I thank you my dear
For not being my mistress.
I welcome you, my dear soul mate....
I welcome you to my life
And I welcome you to my afterlife.
Pursuit for you, is quite lengthy
I welcome you to love me;
And I thank you for making me love you...
And now let me make my last wish,
Maybe my only wish...
That let us stay blessed for love...
And let us stay unattached for love...
- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

23 Jun 2013

FOR NO REASON (A Prefix To Death) - by Rahul Sharma

Fears do prevail,
Within frozen minds
Prior to death,
For no reason.

The undefined search-
For the unknown destination
Will never end,
Even after the last breath.

When mind starts dying
After realizing that
Everything was given,
Just as alms,
Yet felt as realms!
For no reason.

Life, is like a prison within,
With fate as its walls,
Each time, we plan to unlock;
Results in a deadlock!
And that is all a weird state,
Of being alive- for no reason!

Time says no to dreams and thoughts,
And fears and regrets indeed.
And now it is time to vindicate:
If everything had reasons,
Then why to feel so sorry,
At the end of the story?
When the point of time reaches
To take back everything from you!

Just like the winds, of an autumn season,
As if from some other world
Coming again, you see that comrade??
Again, for no reason...!

  - Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

4 May 2013

Sense of Nonsense.......!!! - (by Rahul Sharma)

The old bald man has gone, with his old staff and specs,
Leaving a country behind,
With an idea to withstand
Against the foes who vex !
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

The mighty king,
Once, got enlightenment,from the shade of a tree!
He could leave his throne and pride with ease
And yet did spend his life in search of peace.
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

Another one was teaching love,
With care and forgiveness as his tools,
Then his men did find a tool,
And it was called as the Holy cross
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

An awesome lady throughout her life,
Did show the meaning of peace and care;
The blue linings on her white dress,
Were like silver linings of eternity!
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

There was a leader who showed his will to his nation,
From the street light lessons he did learn,
There was a lot of people to admire him,
And all that was a bullet shot, at last he did earn!
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

Another one was a brilliant man,
Who did never shiver to tell the truth
And his bold mind had the soup,
When men did have their broth!
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change has come?

Many more legends did come and go,
As for the world did change!? Oh no!
Alas, at last,what happened?
And what for, the change that has come?
The answer could be a single phrase,
That could simply mean - NONSENSE!

Now who is there to come next?
To wave the hands of change,
To play the match of faith!
To meet the end with fate!
Here I am, there you are....
But where we are...? for what we are...?
Everything has got an answer,
And does all this make any SENSE?

- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

16 Mar 2013

It's Time to Coronate The Kingmakers (by Rahul Sharma)

Painted faces everywhere;
Lovely smiles will kill you soon;
Pause and wait to catch the rarest eyes;
That blinks for every breath you take....
Their hands are strong
To make you safe inside the ring of brutality....
They need no fame in a daring game,
To make your deeds, all insane.
Find 'em, love 'em, and have' em soon....
Now let 'em have their time for you;
They are the real Kingmakers,
Who will crown you with a rarest boon.....!

 - Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

27 Feb 2013

OFF SIDE.... - (by Rahul Sharma)

I broke the Mirror, just to realize that,
It was a painted piece of glass.........
And now I could see my shadow, scavenging my faith.....
Leaving the lights behind.....
- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

27 Sep 2012

"THE CYNOSURE" - (by Rahul Sharma)

...And that was she,
Who came into the scene,
Truly bizarre,
And people did stare.

None has seen her before
And she was extremely beautiful.
Her eyes were shining,
And her face was pale
Crimson red, were her lips,
And also had beautiful hair.
Probably at her late teens,
Anyway, was really fair.
The crazy youngsters did ogle
While the nutty oldies did askance;
But she did never seem to care,
And was in a little haste too.

Neither a muse,
Nor an angel;
But she was gorgeous,
And has already become the cynosure,
With her polite beauty that was hard to measure.
Her eyes were weeping
Her nose was reddening
And her face was crying.

For instance,
The crowd including me,
Did forget that, it was a funeral,
And the man lying dead,
Was a prominent stage actor.
But who was that?
The girl who wept,
people wondered
As their minds were swept!

"He was her patron..."
Said somebody from behind;
"No, she's his daughter
And never proclaimed..."
Said another voice.
"A flagrant actress,
Of early days, was her mother..."
Whispered a cranky fellow.

And that was his funeral,
People did never care for,
Deeply boasting,
Curiously gossipping.

But I did never feel,
Any resemblance for the beautiful girl,
With the dead man either.
"No Chance", uttered my mind.

The mortal of the great actor,
Was being showcased;
Photographers came along,
To make their frames with pride
And men and women came along
To pay their homage;
To take their last glance,
Some did simply stare
With neutral faces;
While  some bemoaned.
There the girl was sitting on a chair,
At some distance;
With her legs crisscrossed;
And her face within her hands, sobbing.

And an hour later,
There gathered,
The kith an kin,
Of the dead man.
And they took the body
To the funeral place.

And then, the girl was'nt found anywhere,
As if she disappeared into thin air
My eyes were searching for her everywhere,
Felt this was so unfair
And I found her nowhere.

And the question still remained,
About her, and her connection
With the dead septuagenarian actor,
Whose life was always a mystery,
And now he left the stage,
Leaving something at the proscenium...

The role of the man did end here,
Without an epilogue to clarify,
And none could guess anything as sure,
About the weeping girl,
Who became the cynosure,
At the funeral.

Life may make some twists,
Which could always freeze our mind;
The sun was about to set,
And the crowd is now dispersed.

- RAHUL SHARMA  (all rights reserved)