Eternal bliss and love that lingers...

Just on the way to somewhere,
Above the world, beyond the skies,
Its been a ride through unknown ties,
Shallow though deep, joys just heaped, 
A ride through clouds, smile by my side,

Its all green, through the blues so high...

Cherished, blessed, winking for once,
Soul smiled holding bliss that's us...

It's been a while...

It’s been a while and I miss the frolic,
Heights of sand dunes must have shifted,
Out of breath and smiling, that virtuous mine,
Now an unease is all that dwells the mind,
Really it’s been a while…

Thoughts engaged the heart with a promise...
Of love and vivacious one-self sans a despise,
As warmth lingered in shivers from vexatious ice,
Since I have seen souls ripped for a pious dime,
Really it’s been a while…

Have I moved so much to be moved by any fie?
Rotten virtues and morals littered riding a tide,
It’s been a while I cried for broken toys of mine,
Have I been blinded, oblivious of heart tethering crime?
Really it’s been a while…

Still innocence sprinkles to halt the demonizing demise,
An exception of exceptions for love says… its fine…
and I ignore the ruthless murderous sights sine die,
praying for bliss and for all to be jocund heartily sized…
Really it’s been a while!   

Amit Khanna

Founder, BioInformatics Support and Analysis

www.bisa.co.in

And the move...

And the move...
A stride, a lunge, a make belief,
Does it end anywhere with a smile strewn?
a wait around the corner and sighs...
divulge the nefarious me... soul shouts!
Its been a time I moved still held back to some tombs,
of regret, passion and pride... namesakes to me...  
a spill did happen to let go the might of misery,
smile did appear to please the unknown,
a thank you murmured by menial me...
and moved once again to unknown,
in search? I doubt... to explore thee...
little did one realize the vicious sea,
of innate eternal virtue of just being me...


Amit

A shadow.....

A sway of warmth and a shadow unseen,
Days that went by, famed and jocundly screened,
Shall I emote the gratitude and the smile alike?
Its been ages it feels, blissful and sighing.....
Neither it is a prayer nor my plea,
the generous forgiving and an eternal bliss,
that is how it has been and may it be.....! 

Exceptions: My unpublished Poems... as a free e-book!!!

 I have tried to put together set of my unpublished poems as e-book and its free. 

Some teasers from it....

It is a feeling to live through, possessing eternal bliss… its being like alive, an exception to what intended by the worldly jibes….

"Subtle smiles don’t hurt,

She is one with charms of love,

Untouched remains the tears I pray" "The thought of being loved gifts the bliss, Being in love in itself a divine kiss, Thought of fate being amiable, Enough to sustain for life the smile" " Heft of sins did spill and justice meted, Still unaccounted cruelty happened, For few who shared the mean smiles, Rest of them got bruised traveling miles" And much more..... Request a free copy.... mail me at amit20khanna@yahoo.com

Babri

It was Sunday and its Friday this time...
I fear the hymns and blubbers alike..
My grandpa sat on his chair that day,
with his eyes not mystic but saddened, it may...
it was a sunny Sunday on a chilly December day...
he looked shattered and shattered all the way,
A thud that day torched hearts and shattered rest,
His secular soul did had days of unrest,
It shamed his threaded holy pious
And distant many of his skull cap pals,
The dance of holy chants when wrenched,
It followed and in memories it has been itched,
The day still fresh to me in my thoughts...
What followed was a death and mourning of all sorts,
Few said LALA's birth place has been freed,
It did nothing but just sowed a seed,
Seed of distrust and animosity all the way,
Exception to my love but happy for him...
Not being here for another poisonous sway....

A mystic aura

It is all about the past these caves saw... This poem is about an exception to it's present glory...   

A shadow of someone and a mystic aura,
Slaves bled, miseries engraved in a gory era,
The tilted hat and the sweat dripping,
No one there but the ground seeping,
Chill from it has loomed and the scare…
He is faceless, still a gloomy stare,
Feel of seclusion and delusion steers,
Twitch alike in mind and muscle shears,
It’s been years the cries subsided,
The gypsum has long gone and he been chided,
But the tears have lingered as a mist here,
It seems mystic but I can feel it there,
I have imbibed the engraving in the caves here,
I still sense the mystic aura and the shadow’s stare………

My hut!

I have been digging my old poems. This one is from May 2002.       

Those rays of dawn when soothes to heal,

            The pain of pangs from last night and kneel,

                   On all the ways rowdy head of betrayal stands,

                   Still few dare to dream to hold some hand,

            In hope, a paradise would be made,

            From shambles of broken heart and it's trade,

                   With head not dropped as if display of guts,

                    Yes I shall confess...

                    I am the one who would like to feel paradise in my hut!!!!!

Amit

A Rash!

It’s about an exception of life where pollen could have led to a life instead it opts an exception and goes on to cause a rash. An unsuspecting beauty, her milky skin and the pollen. 

A spec as pollen that flew in from eternity,

Find its way and sat on the skin exuding serenity,

A twitch that followed saw streams of blood gushing,

As if making a thorn to seat for its comfort and creasing,

It was destined to impregnate the virgin and lease a life…

But the sensitive skinned beauty took it as strife,

Itched she robbed the pollen of its virtue and pride,

The thorn her milky peel offered, ravaged from unruly tide,  

Smashed and robbed off tethered, an island of red stayed…

Life could have been in blossom, if the spec wasn’t grayed,

But it wasn’t the nails of beauty that bunked a life,

It wasn’t pollen’s destiny to flay an amusing sigh,

Had the place being different, the scene would have differed,

A bud would have swollen and life wouldn’t have dithered…

Amit

A moment!

My exception from being myself in middle of the day with work on my mind! 

A moment from all I seek to steal,

In the chaos around even my breath reeks,

Though hundreds of thoughts cloud,

I steal to crease a moment….

As I try to fold but it opts to shroud,

I try to unravel to live it as mine,

It holds on and says I shall be yours…

If you live me as mine and only mine,

Gripped by mind and dour thoughts,

How could I be alone from all my sorts?

And the scuffle ensued to fill my mind,

To give up the tenacity and breathe a fresh,

As I sighed I found the golden moment smiling,

Wrapped around me giving me strength….

And let relax the mind to give up all,

And live with smile at least that moment of mine….  

Amit

A day!!!

Yet another day breezed through,

And the ripple went unheard,

In the moments of glory and joy,

I had my castles and they succumbed although...

On to the mesh the trickled water…

Settled and still yet cemented just gazed,

Its virtue and importance as nothing,

And was never raised…

Still poised and posed to hold the mesh,

I wonder if it’s a belief or there’s a hush,

Or the tangled and twisted metal’s tacit,

To have himself filled and get owned,

By someone’s emotional pelf…………

Though the dual continued to define my virtue,

Within me, by me, for me and the slitting curfew…

 Lost and won the same war and my reconciled scars,

I have it in me as all do but where is my tart……….

And I continue to wonder all my day and seeking that final ATLAST!  

Amit

I should…..

I would sail with breathes if I could…

Unstirred unmoved through everything as nothing, if I could,

In the days to come and nights to ponder,

I will cuddle with my love and that’s I should…..

Did I let go the furry and the boil...

To live somber as if nothing to toil…

To live as if just breathing is what matters

Rest all already soiled…

Never was my soul so tamed and timid,

What’s the fear? what for to hold on?

Let go the unease and breathe a thought….

Thought of oneself being free and vivid among dreams

Cutting the haze with a refreshing smile….

That’s a thing that I surely should do and be alive….

Amit

You

Let me hide the scars of past,

The scenes of gory not so fast,

I think I have lost to the world,

Shrewd mean in totality crude,

Wet eyes hardly possess any pain,

These seems to be passing as from insane,

And let the powers of might witness,

Let this world crown betrayal as princess,

Why they happen to forget the theme?

They possess backs and all have seen……..

The stabs might be there to hurt,

Your words might be left unheard,

And then all laughing mouths,

And you………………………..

Hope

A stumble at start and the hope otherwise,
Smiles wetted with tears, rest all fine,
An era went pass with it’s décor,
With smiles not loud but sorrows undeterred,
Orphans cried and childless wailed,
God got worshipped and evils demented,
Heft of sins did spill and justice meted,
Still unaccounted cruelty happened,

For few who shared the mean smiles,
Rest of them got bruised traveling miles,
Even the sun didn’t drop to bestow some relief,
Mighty disowned and statesmen gifted disbelief,
Still humans persisted in hope…
Preserving some humanity to be loved by thou… 

To ourselves…….

Let me live this moment of truce,
I watched whole night to stare the falling dew,
I didn’t see a single gem falling,
But the wet window pane was telling,
I missed to watch the commonest of thing,
And of my wisdom my mouth often sings,
To fool oneself is easiest of all,
But to fool others in itself a tough call,
Still we dare to stare at sun,
And challenge,
”Like moon you will be done”
And neck knotted men around will applaud,
Few because of sight and others being glad,
We could, rather we went on to build,
Towers, monuments to conquer every field,
The sight of death on the 11^th day,
Hardly anybody’s memory got a way,
Heart still stand numb, with no stakes,
Shall we ask to ourselves……………
Do our lives really depict some say?

Trust

The souls so close to me,

Wishes for them I have,

My heart utters on every eve,

To wish them a happy life,

How it feels so close to them,

Lonely, but in their world,

Soothing for me, complacent with my role,

Their love and trust gives me the power,

Their talks put me on the tower,

It makes me feel as in heaven I reside,

Having no reason to resign,

They have bought me for trust,

And they can lose me for a defy,

It’s hard but true,

My life that sues,

As I have woes to say,

And foes to chase,

But true to my words I shall stay!!

Glee

The words uttered by my heart,

Shall go, make a cloud, shall leave a mark,

My dreams shall dictate, break, limits for the destiny,

My deeds should be such that never fail any scrutiny,

But why for my heart these cries,

The revelations for my heart not so nice,

Dreams were of blooming decorated shrines,

But why I feel left alone in barren ravines,

Days in these scary shades,

Nights go past in undefined haze,

I move shattered but crawling through,

Life like thorny bushes bruising me on every move,

Somewhere in heart something murmurs,

My tears will pay for my life precursors,

My lips will bear the smile as innate,

Divinity in my heart should surely intimate,

The sorrows shall some how go,

My heart shall be there with laughter flow,

Shall it be I wish it ought to be

My heart shall feel relieved with a glee,

No more pangs of shrewd carves,

My life should come out of the jocund cast!

Without a doubt!

Defeat the sorrows if any…

Rule your heart, stop caning,

Caning your mind with thoughts unknown,

Embrace the joys your soul knows,

Be it trickling drops from dark clouds,

Or waving flowers with fragrance around,

You as yourself, live aloud…

Destiny hold all the joys without a doubt

Ought to be

The truth isn’t that straight as appears to be,
The hidden whirl for surprise as stingy bees,
The shaded truth and bright lies,
Grips hard the mind and even brain not free,
I have swallowed the tears for long now,
But betray makes me sick and kneel,
Of untold reality and told vague…
I as witness, ought to be?
These will persist as they are,
for mind for heart, for white
to condemn the dark…
And I… I will just see…
May be my heart prepare to break,
as reality will be too much to share…
Let it be…
Unfazed, unmoved, I shall be…
If I am not…
My existence may cease…………..

Belittled

Belittled one feels when miseries pile up,
Left alone, finds faded, the hub,
Just like moon, shines one night to its glory,
And then a day comes...
When even unheard goes it’s gory,
Why life seems so identical?
To this cycle of so called ethical,
I tried giving up as bowed quitter,
But something in heart makes it to gore,
The sadness and the jadedness……..
That thing definitely my princess...