Lost and found !

Part of my life i have lost
Part of life i retrieved
The former being abode of ennui
And the other being so sweet

On a road i was
Glitter , happiness , Forgery , it embossed
Surrounded by light everywhere
Pseudo euphoria engulfed where ever i stared
How happy i was !
How happy was i ?
Even after having everything for what i did wry
Why would the inner happiness just come by
My face engraved with hoax smile
But behind my smile laid agony , wet ,  weary , boredom files
In this road of Stardom
My journey began for boredom
Fully engaged into something
Devil it was in garb of blessing
And the bright lights on the road
Kept me in an illusion of my entrepot
To happiness , to satisfaction
Which devil's quagmire didnt possess by fraction

And when i thought the road would not end
And from quagmire i wont be able to amend
The road took a beautiful diversion
And confronted me with my passion
Walking and walking and walking
Just walking and no talking
Where the illuminated road filled with joy was an ennui
This dark diversion packed with uncanny surprises became the new fantasy
And with every uncanny turn
My heartbeat would sojourn
For the insane beauty would uprise
And would take a comfortable seat in my mind's premise
Nothing to do , just walk
Nothing to think , just admire the walk
And this is when the satisfaction engulfs
And the enigma of true happiness unfolds
And the peace pulps

But at last this this diversion ended
And the devil again laid open handed
To greet me , to hug me
To again drag me
From where i had escaped miraculously
But this time strong and firm was I
Empowered by satisfaction and joy
And the force being with me
Successful was I
In saying the devil goodbye

And finally part of me was lost
Part of my life i retrieved
The former being abode of ennui
The other being so sweet

Peace of mind

Mind was rattling

Rambling, thought it was enjoying

Always running to run

In this infinite race, find fun

Lost i was

Confused a bit

Dilemma it was

Where do I stand amidst

And with haywire destiny

And places infinity

I sprinted here and there

But alas ! What i wanted was nowhere

And in this tantrum of ecstasy

My destiny turned topsy turvy

Where in the silence i would find noise

But in this new serene noise i found silence

I sat there doing nothing

Not moving a leg , not necessary to blink

Only this hand moving

To describe the serenity of beauty

The aura it invoked

The rivers that spoked

Sit i can , all along

As if , there i belong

Doing nothing

Achieved everything

My run is over at last

Succumbed and dawned to noisy silence

This is my dope , one of it’s kind

I call it , the peace of my mind

Living in a lie

Life, a magnificent stage 

Entrapped in a fabrication cage 

Where everything is a truth 

But everything is a lie 

Like a skillful protagonist 

In the glamour of the stage admist 

He plays many a roles

Unfolding many a chapter, life holds

And with each progressive fold 

He advances his voyage to lie 

A lie that he cant descry 

Born he was pure , pristine

The last time when innocence and truth align

As he gets acquainted with new characters 

Who on their stage are fabulous actors 

He being naive, steps in the quagmire 

Quagmire he aint afraid of , quagmire that he admire

Quagmire of pretence,myth and lie

A lie that he cant descry 

He doesnt have the audacity nor the capacity 

To question the life-stage's authenticity 

Cause the bigger stage , the society, would name him hysteric 

To question whether his life pivot is authentic 

And brought up , he was ,to believe the essence

The essence of his actions was no pretence

All acts of his will, all acts of his desired fantasy 

Destined to fill him with ecstacy

But dawns upon him a truth 

The truth of the biggest lie 

Which was diligently placed in chapter one of his life 

And with which he had ever drive 

The realization strikes

That an actor he was all his life 

Pretending , acting skillfully on this magnificent stage

Where he thought his acts were to fulfil dreams that he envisage

But not more than a puppet he was 

Dancing to the whims and fancies of the audience 

A stage he always thought he beholds 

But unaware that he was under the stage hold

Not mire than a harbinger of smile and delight 

Fulfilling onlooker's expectations like a dark knight 

And in the last chapter of the play

Filled by wrath and dismay 

Still his heart forces him to deny

That he wasnt able to descry

That he was living in a lie 

Advent

The winds are changing
Warmth slowly waining
The freeze is setting in
Frosting slowly everything
But what throttles is this soul
Ignited as a burning coal
Jumping , surging , urging to fly
To fly and fly and fly
Like in a static pole
The ever energetic electricity flow
The soul being the the electricity
Runs from head to toe
The soul rising to rise
Urging to thrust , to entice
And this soul escapes
To commence the magnificent phase
The phase of eminence and glory 
The unforgettable journey of ecstacy
So lets bring our souls adjacent
Combine the force , and mark the advent

Salvation

The winds are changing
Warmth slowly waining
The freeze is setting in
Frosting slowly everything
My hands are numb
My feets are numb
My tongue is numb
My mind is numb
But what throttles is this soul
Ignited as a burning coal
Jumping , surging , urging to fly
To fly and fly and fly
Like in a static pole
The ever energetic electricity flow
The soul being the the electricity
Runs from head to toe
Just to find an opening
A doorway to exit from the sufferings
The sufferings of the sins
Sins of humans , sins towards humans
Sins of hypocriscy , sins of greed
Sins of violence , sin of silence
And burdened by the growing sins
The soul jumps , surges and urges to fly
To fly and fly and fly
Liberation it wants
From all desires and wants
And attain the peace
The light
The illuminati
And fly and fly and fly ....

Deception point

A reciprocator
An imagor
A replicator 
All assumed to be synonyms of mirror

But does it truly accomplishes 
What its name pitches
Or is it only a reciprocator of wishes
That shows an illusion of vicious wish stiches

If i come to know now ,
What it has shown me is just an illusion 
An illusion of myself , an illusion of my sorrows and fun 

What if whatever i had seen is hoax
And reality has been kept away by this vicious hoaxer

What if throughout my life 
I had seen me , but not me 
Seen only a mirage of what mirror made of me 

The fear gnaws me 
Can it possible be 
That what i percieve of myself to be 
Am i really that what i see 

It seldom feels like a banjara lost in vast illusionary desert 
Who constantly sees water 
But at last acquainted with mirage 
A delight which is nothing but facade

But in all this i facade what i can ascertain is,
Certainly, Illusion it is 
But illusion it may be 

Voyage from silence to peace

For once, gently shut down the world imagers 

Seal down the mighty story orator 

Stand out in the path of frequency disturbance

And enter the world of clamourous silence 

All around no voice 

But This quiet not devoid of noise 

No sound to beat my sensitive drum membrane

But these boistreous roars drives insane 

Not a mouth with a word

But this noise sounds absurd

A silenece where a grain would chime

The silence roars like actors of mime

A volcano bubbles 

With voices it trebles 

As i close down my eyes 

Thousand images and sounds arise

Waiting to narrate their saga

Each sound glaring on a different raga 

They say there is peace in silence 

But i percieve it to be worn out by noisy essence 

Silence lies far behind peace 

Peace , a whole choclate , silence bieng its piece

A person may easily attain that silence , that calmness

But his noisy actions will pursuit his bubble happiness 

He thinks silence may bring him serenity 

But the moment he closes his world imagers 

And seal down the mighty word orator 

The arms of highest decibels of his sins will grasp him 

Repramand him, burn him , make his morals dim 

He will be forced to again open his repremanded eyes 

Since the saga of reality is far less scarier then the noise of silence 

Physical, being better than mental violence 

Dear fella , peace sits at your doorsteps 

Yet for dimunitive pleasures and sins you let the peace lapse ?

To attain the illuminati , the peace 

Leave behind everything , run away from all sins and greed 

And once again close world imagers 

To leave behind all the noise 

To take a rebirth as a prodigy 

To finally attain the illuminated serenity