My Path

Trace my path with thorns

And I shall but dance

For what are thorns,

If not wicked grass.

Send tempest after tempest

And I shall but laugh

For what is a storm,

If not treacherous breeze.

Let there be scorching heat

And I shall but move on

For what is scorching heat,

If not a hostile sun.

And I shall not stop,

I shall not pause,

I shall not give up,

And I shall brave it all.

So bring what storm you may,

Unleash what demons you dare,

Cause what obstruction you can,

O ye gods from above!

For I have seen the gilded end,

Of this road to my goal,

And if it doth pass through hell,

Then so be it.

Incomplete

Where the head is held high

And the mind is without fear

Where no one ever did die

And none has ever shed a tear

Where every stone is made of gold

And only truth is told

Where it is never cold

And no one grows old

Where everyone has all they need

And they haven’t ever heard of greed

Where no one needs to plead

Is a sorry place indeed!

For it is fear and greed

And their luscious creed

That ambitions feed

And greatness breed

As day without night is incomplete

So is joy without grief.

Let Me Live in the Past

It’s the engine,

And I one of its four wheels,

As it moves on,

I will be dragged.

It moves on and on,

And pushes me along.

And I’m tired and numb,

Of this mundane dance,

Of this half-hearted trance,

And I swear I’ll succumb.

So just cut me some slack,

Hold time back,

Stop it from moving so fast,

And let me live in the past.

Ode to the Depressed

Starved and sleep deprived

Sick of all the world’s strife

Oh! woeful sight

come, sit by my side.

With the head in hand

Fallen shoulders,

 As if supporting boulders,

Sick of all the worlds plight.

With a frown that deserves an Oscar

As if next of kin

To all of history’s martyrs

Oh! woeful sight

Come, sit by my side.

The face, a place

Where even google

Couldn’t find a smile

And even dreams

couldn’t conjure one

Oh woeful sight

Come sit by my side.

Stop hiding in the bunkers of sorrow,

Pick up the gun of courage,

Climb out of the depths of despair,

Shed the armour of excuses,

With the bomb of a smile,

And the trigger of hope,

Exterminate gloom.

I assure you it's darkest before dawn

And one’s sleepier before a yawn.

So end the curfew of fun

And enjoy the morrows sun.

And with all that done,

Don’t begin with line one

The Traveler

Again I find myself on the threshold

Poised to move on

From a land well known

To one unknown

Cause life goes on.

This isn’t a games new to me

I’m a traveler, you see

The unknown doesn’t scare me

I know it well and it knows me.

But each time I start a fresh

Each time I cross the line

There’s a part of me left behind

Left with the people I call mine.

But I can’t forsake this journey of mine

So all I do is move on and look behind.

Haiku

I recently went for the national writers workshop and the workshop I was allotted turned out to be the Haiku workshop. any one who doesn't know what a haiku is shouldn't feel bad, I didn't know about Haiku either. Here's a quick summary of what a Haiku is:

1. Haiku is a three line poem written in seventeen or less than seventeen syllables or sounds or stresses

2. The poems are written after experiencing, observing and absorbing nature all around us and then distilling the experience

3. They are written in present tense

4. There are no titles for these poems

5. Haiku poems have reference to a season either directly or through 'kigo' words.

6. There is a cut at the end of first or second lines and it could be either shown by a 'cut marker' or just indicated by the line itself.

7. Most of the haiku have juxtaposition of two images around a line which serves as a pivot

Well I was not very pleased with the idea of learning this restrictive for of poetry. But I, very bravely, continued with the workshop. In the end I changed the rules a bit, well  Haiku are usually serious, but I made a few funny ones. Here are a few of them.

we were given a scene of a sunrise/ sunset

"the sun comes up,

the hen goes cuckoo-

and all hell breaks loose."

"the clouds are scattered,

and the sun goes down its night-

its night."

this one is about mushrooms- I got that topic(just my luck!)

"the smoky mushroom,

utters the sound that spells my doom-

BOOM!"

this one is my favourite, is about a video that shows the movement of water from droplets on a leak to the mighty ocean(imagine eight and a half minutes of that.)

"drops fall,

streams flow-

its complicated"

Do you like haiku? would you read more of them? would you write some yourself? Which one of my works do you like? Do you want more haiku?

Before answering those questions I suggest just go through the translations of the stuff the original masters have written.(not that I'm not a master myself (just kidding))

As for my answer I'm afraid I like only one haiku master(that's me). that implies I will not spend too much time in reading haiku. But occasionally I will write haiku but funny ones only. By the way out of forty students 5 got grand prises, 15 got laureates and the rest got achievers awards. Yeah I got a Grand Prise.

The War On Fate

The fan screams of hatred,

the light burns of it,

the air is full of it,

and the world breeds it.

In one corners lies a punching bag,

who’s both the fiend and my only friend,

on it a pair of gloves hang,

with which I pour upon it,

every now and then,

my brimming heart,

which does not my fate accept.

And if destiny does propose,

That I be torn apart,

From all I care for,

From all I stand for,

Not once, not twice, but times four,

Then I shall settle this score,

For once and forever, on the field of war,

For then it is destiny that I oppose.

And it shall make a worthy opponent,

For it has conquered us all,

But now it must fall,

For in me it has bred a beast,

And I shall not be its guinea pig,

For it to experiment on and rule upon.

For when I come face to face,

With the monster we call fate,

The I shall seal its fate.

You Can

When hope runs out

And fear creeps in

When the lights fade out

And darkness kicks in

When all you dreams lie torn

And despair is born

When the nightmares are found

And you cant sleep sound

And you know that

You can’t go on

Then remember that

This is the day for which you were born

Because you can ignite the spark

That will burn through all that’s dark

Because you have the might

With which you can win the fight

If you can, then you will

But only if you believe in it

Just trust yourself

Because it will help

You can with your will

Every dream fulfil

You just have to wake up

with your mind made up

GOD OF WAR

Here i go 

'gainst an unknown foe

riding at sound's speed 

somehow on my blue steed

To war, to war 

goes the god of all wars.

You can call me ares or mars 

In battle i show my true power

blood is spilled like water from an hot shower.

When the battle ends 

i shall have to hell my foes sent.

towering over the others

amazing are my powers.

i am the god of war

my favorite taste is sour

as is the taste of my power

i kill millions by the hour.

hasta la vista

like the terminator told ya 

The god of time

Another day passes by

And time is like a lie

Unnoticed as it goes

By its friends and its foes

Nothing can stop it

Even if they feel it like shit 

It still passes bit by bit

It never does quit

That's why i like it!

I am the god of time 

I control time

just as i control this rhyme

just as trigno is controlled by sine

I am not the best

I'm just better than the rest

I'll win in any contest

so just be my guest 

and lose to the best

For time is the only true test

of power and conquest

you might think its a best

don't just jest

time is the best

as we conclude

I am the best:HENCE PROVED