I Believe, So I Live…

mature…

I Believe, So I Live…

As I begin to write, I write to begin

A tale of true life, an era of a lovely usher

There are no deserted straits, If your heart is full

Walk through the woods, Talk through the wind

Where smiles matter and fragile hopes mind

Fervent mornings dipped in frivolous hopes

Paint my day in tender colours of a bliss

Amused on every musing, My thought lives…

Assured by a tiny belief, My soul exists…

I saw me in pain…I saw the colour of vain…

I bore rocky flowers…In the hopeful rain

If it were not for time, I would simply die

If it were not for truth, I would simply lie

Let the blues and blacks devoid my space…

Let strict damn hurdles, Hit off my shins…

The best way to learn life is to love…

Though you lose here…You stay a winning dove…

I believe, So I Live…

Days and nights go in a flash

Seasons roll out without any reasons…

But you will be you as due in the dew…

With memories to cherish more than a few…

Living for yourself is someday mortal…

Living for others is truly immortal…

Every sunrise then, Is a beautiful verse

Life simply then is sheer poetry!

I believe, So I Live…

Don’t plan to live, Just live…

Every puzzle of time is then cracked with elegance…

I said to myself, Calming the hurricanes

Scars of wars would have marked it dark,

Pains of emotions might have pierced you a lot…

Rains can be aching, Thunders can be soothing,

Excel in yourself…Never take a chance and love it to the brim…You live only once

Always be you and in all ways be you!

I believe, So I Live…

Date the day with time…Then dare to call it a day…

Hate every hatred on the world…Let love have its way…

Stop the time at your will…Signing marks of a hope

Life cannot be bought….By selling your dreams…

And love cannot be sold…At the rate of false faiths…

Of all the lively arts…I love smiling, of all the precious deeds…I love loving…

Never forget to smile…Let the day be colourful

Never miss out to live…Because…Life is beautiful…

I believe, So I live…

I could see blooms, like the laughing kids

I moved my pain into the darkest llanos,

Lurking in the moonlight, snuggled every doom

In a sweet flash, my eye lashes brushed upon

Watching the golden rays, cherishing a new warmth

Believing in another chance, another day to live…

Getting ready to face another cute click

GOD said to me, Smile please!

As I begin to write, I write to begin;

I believe, So I live…

Cobbler

I see him at the corner of the street,

Every day in the same attire making false feet

Piercing into the skin, he creates out beauties

For miniature returns, he spills out his reverie

In the scorching heat, in the terrific rain…

His diligence never wavers, despite a harsh pain

His perception of life is just to make that day

I just admire the way he carries himself,

One smile of mine, he smiles in return…

We speak daily in a language of silence

I may not be a part of his whirled world

He might not trespass the boundaries of my heart but,

Life, sometimes unleashes this curious stint

Of a tryst of strangers, lost in their own thoughts

Bound to be Vicious

On the sands of trust, they were selling ideas,

With no white robes, they had no holy vibes

One crab crawled on to fetch a honest wish

They sent it back for its venomous strides…

An innocent fish peeped out for an air…

They promised her to crash the despair…

A wave saw the show as it hit back the shore

Like the siren of an east, like the nerdy neat nymph

Has it got to take one from them for,

It can share the sea that hosts another world…

They sounded very sweet, they offered true mist

Yet there wasn’t a proof that could break the haze…

Witty they sounded…but folly visited the floor

They called themselves messengers of god…

Nevertheless the claim seemed appealing…

It took one note every time it met, then

Took it back into the vanishing deep blues…

Then witnessed the place losing its charm,

With predators taking over, innocent toddlers…

The wave never again went for a reach…

It never saw those men who preach…

For the sea swallowed the black, it tastes salty now…

They were not the rights…they were hypocrites…

Princess

I saw her sleeping in an abode of silence…

An angel in disguise, of a tender innocence…

Listening to stories unfolded by the night,

As the moon slid down making things right…

Delighted at the presence of a spell binding beauty,

The breeze started singing for her, a sweet lullaby…

Shrubs started praising the grace of her Majesty!

As the place just turned out a prudent ecstasy…

Deserted was the lonely bench shivering in the park…

But our hearts weren’t so…we hosted love…

Slowly I patted her as she slept on my lap…

Blushing out in dimples, she smiled at her dreams…

Its truly a luck…doting a daughter…

Making the world know…the princess of your times…

What do I say more…will wait for the morning…

Till then I stay back…blinded by her awesomeness.

Pseudo resolution

(This was written during my college days)

Cognizant of all the sorrows,

Orate about plethora of barren solutions,

Make pseudo resolutions for so called new years,

Portray that you are a prudent soul,

Under the shelter of a mysterious veil,

God! Why do they betray themselves?

Why do you go numb when posed any honest questions?

You always tend to dream of an eternal utopia,

Though in essence it doesn’t make any pragmatic sense…

You know the reasons, but still…

Think that you are clad in the soul of a clergy…

Clutched by dramatic lethargy…

Enforced to claim that you are always right…

Guess, you are a foolish Hypocrite…

Cozy Fiction

"Can’t bear the dangerous Silence of your absence

Neither I can bear this astounding resonance

Can’t make out winters and summers

Cracking off my dreams into countless splinters

It is all you in everything I see…

Want to cry out your name in utmost glee

Moment without you is a scary ride,

My soul witnesses a weary stride

I want to laugh for you, I want to cry for you

I want to live for you, I want to die for you

You are me and I am You.

I Always miss you, my all ways miss you…

For forever…I will be loving You…"

Granny tells a story

Sunil Kotla, 05 July 2009 [10:26 pm] (to Nanamma)

Granny tells me a story

Of enclosed mysteries, Of haunted castles

Of the revenges, of the battles…

Of the dead, Of the alive…

Granny tells me…

Of loves lived forever, Of lives remembered forever

Of fading shades, Of rising tides

Of the tides, Of the times

Granny tells the story

Putting me to sleep, waking my thoughts

Sweeter than a lullaby, bitter as the truth

Dormant I am, to face it on the go…

I smile at the dream just passing away,

I pity the night devoid of a glow…

The story ends where the reality begins…

I see my granny in all my experiences…Though she isn’t with me now

I am not a Cistern

It was destined that we met late…

But the times with you have always been the best

It wasn’t a serendipity that I found off-late

My journey with you is forever a quest…

You hosted dreams. You hosted thoughts

You reflect memories as the time sways…

When I’m left forsaken, I see you with me…

In times of joy and the autumns withering…

You just accept a life that flows out of me

Then save them like scriptures unworn…

When the world chances upon my ways of living…

You just stick to what I feel like writing…

Bonded we are by the mercy of truths…

Scripting emotions of many tender souls…

As my thoughts fly into meadows of glee…

I simply adore you, whenever I see…

From the deserted pen-stand on the table…

Our sweet relation is a fairy fable…

The feelings of a fountain pen as told to a diary!

Till the tryst

Crafting through the bow, bows a brand ego

My quiver lost the count of hits sprung in a go

Casting each blue, forbidding every wave

I do not know the art of ‘attract and crave’

The pole star recited stories of planned predicaments

but my heart was never allured of the saddle

Spreading both hands far towards the high

Hoping at least that the skies never lie

On to tow into possible deep hassles

I stuck to straight thoughts, devoid of tremors

Smiling at the moon, simply like a sign

I allowed honesty to call it a reign…

As I decide to give and decide to live

Without an anchor, directed by love

Warning!

(My first ever poem)

Heart! Oh My dear heart!

There are intruders be alert!

Some with the odor of attraction and

Some with the essence of lust

Divert your thoughts with a greater thrust

Beware of the ascending advent

Don’t let your senses turn malevolent

Repel from the grip of attractive tentacles

They make you anxious and erect your cuticles

Illusion of such sort drives your feelings assort

Impinging pain and

Undesirable strain

Keep your cool so that your efforts don’t go in Vain

They are abstruse demons rushing in mobs

Save yourself from the jerking throbs

Hit! Hit! Hit! and hardly hit!

Until the bloody evils quit

Hope may be good, but will power serves the best

Arousing deep from your willing heart’s crust.

A Violent Plea

"Where’s the charm of the nature like a nymph clad in pristine white?…

Why are the musical maestros suddenly playing a melancholy?

The source of plethora thoughts, an embodiment of eternal silence,

Oh Sea God! Why is this pandemonium?

Where’s the beauty of the mud-houses built by little hands?

Abode was this for pretty shells….noise of the kids still dwells…

but it is of their depressed yells…

Why aren’t the giggles of little rascals heard now?

Eyes eagerly waiting for a trace of their loved ones…

Why the hell are you fooling them?

Satiated you are galloping innocent lives, what made you go on a mighty strife?

Mornings all are mourning, deprived of a real sun rise…

Your mighty sands buried thousands, tears as a result of terrific fears,

Time and tide wait for no man, Yeah! Tide was endless, time was speechless…

Of course…something else was brainless…

Glorious colours dissolved into clandestine black….the tyrant was darkness,

Mother diminished the child…nothing can be more wild….

Faded are the souls, faded is the earth…the fire’s still live in the hearth…Sir still in a dearth?

Wisdom wasn’t wise, So Mercy was on a dice, or is it otherwise?

Now for Heaven’s sake I plead you to confess me….

Lest damn you Tsunami!"

U-Turn

Your souls live on sugary pieces of words

Never listen to the tales of innocence, left out

You pity on cooked up novelties but

Give a damn at ailing wars of peace

Your verbs vest in pseudo reflexes

You remember, only the mistakes

You make fear appear, a glory crown

Cherish memories of overseen cosmetics

You! Have no right to rank a reality…

When you do not know, what you really watched for…

You leave it for a made-up irony,

I live it for the happiness left.

Uprooted

To the genuinely in-genuine, the malign and ravine

I address words of the versed, verses off the words

Speaking a silence in asymptotic rhythms

Curious to curb a deal with the surreal sail;

Caged in a freedom, unexplored in the toil

Black is the name, give back the fame

Sewing back each thread, to call it a robe

Your world has garbled the pure

Your folly superseded their dream

Though the reign of the wrong, is imposed a right

Taking a right at the left is never a ‘Right’…

Pointed

There is a way, there is ‘Away’

Embrace your sorrows, behold on to hopes

Let tears tear you, in piercing shallows

Unleash those springs, hidden in swelter

Turn the bitter better, with no strength left to wither

Chuck the made morose, make ‘nothing’ do a thing

Guide your sobbing philosophy into abomination

At every step in the war, you have to choose

To fight for a silvery streak or to run through cowardice

There is a way, there is Away

Don’t give away, give it a way!

We Will

We will write the will of rightful hearts

Waning down the strait, in the evenings

We script light all the way, through the darkness

Waving way to peace, in the battles and wars

We see the tomorrows today, hope is our thought

Wailing stories have no place, we are a tale, twilight

We weave a pristine robe, in colours of purity

Wishing each time, a tryst of amity

We will stay us, we will stay alive, because…

We believe!

Adjourned

What’s up with the world, it seems to be flying

Into the doom of a tyranny of technological mirages

Mobilizing each idea into a mechanical bearing

Owing nothing to the natural ounces of green

Aping the seismic, are the swift messages

Rattling between the quake and forsaken

Breathing air of despair, souls lay impaired

Catching up with smart levers, with brains turning blunt

Ignorant of a monster colony on a serious poaching

This velvety mob vouches upon an invincible gaming victory

The potable are updates and the edible, tablets

Sometimes I wish were not a witness of this trial

Adjourned!

Leap

Tip-toeing over the bridge, I heard a breeze speak

Of a slipping peril, of a grave denial, abysmal

Stubborn is the span, So is my passion…

To reach, the preaching shore, with smiles galore

Sometimes pleasant times, churn out fear

Manufactured by a formidable opponent

Over the water, I wish not to wither

Under the sky, I hope not to sigh

Simply walk, despite a missing rhythm

In resonance with my heart ticking through the will

Trespassing the forbidden fence, built by nuances

To sit back and enjoy the ripples, fiery flow by

To challenge each tide, in my gutsy stride

Knowing no fear…let the bridge fall down…then!

Translucent

Missing glimpses in the reflections I see…

I See them to be ideal, which don’t mean a deal

Freely flow these intrepid words

Into the twisted and torrid worlds

Grasping tiny hints of heavenly hearts

Minting a dream of prosperity, thy onus

Honored by aberrations and exhorted by dilemma

I still don’t stop watching, for a true ray of hope

I visit the abandoned and name it profound,

I witness sunrises in the darkest hours, Yet

Missing glimpses in the reflections I see

Promise me of a premise, elegantly complete!

Buoyant

Whiling away fear, my thoughts resemble thistles

Defending a dreadful reign, appearing ferocious

Ready to burn manipulative covers hidden agile

In a steady but clumsy race of time, still and fragile

Bridged between a myth and an imperative faith

I always wonder about the opaque beneath

Erring but learning, from each good of mine

To commit a good of the world, a mistake of mine

Demeaning every derogatory sequence on the way

Into a pleasant smile, as the prey has to pray

Poaching all the lies, for a simple raw truth…

I stay back a nomad in the barren lands, which boast of a glittering green!

Pseudonym

Promptly I bear no convolutions, ‘it is a raw coronation

Perforated by averments, nobility speaks a million

Midst predictable predicaments, I’ve a precise sailing hope

Hitting hard out your mind, as the wicked stretches agape

Breaking through your deceiving efficacy, I stay out profound

Mine is a barren green land, without your currency found

Despite an alleged reign, at heart, I’m acquitted clean

In the yards of ashes, I witness a soothing pain

I seem dead for the world, in a dire of opportunists

In every emblem of truth, my thought persists

I’ve already lived, a journey of satiation

Now let me please these crooks, for their fake felicitation

Freedom

I meet you on the roads of strangling memories

I owe you a bouquet of decimating thoughts

Curb my eternity into one tiny second but

I can breathe beyond cocoons debarred

I may question you on ambiguous quests

but I have my answers for each mire in dire of

You have no bloody faith in the fair flair

Calculating every knot with a grin within

You may romance with the vicious vice

Dear fear, don’t you worry, my love is pious!

Equipoise

My eyes live, where the lies end…

As truth leaps over the myth, a vagabond

I see the twinkling stars outperforming the night

I see darkness wane into a perplexed plight

I sleep listening to tales entwined into dreams

I weep happily in those woods, ushering chuckles

I drink melancholy, only to sing out glee

I am bound by curlicues, yet I reside free

I mark each path, with this gravelly signature…

A simile of love, a gesture of smile

Synonym

I wrote the story of a moon and named it sunny

They made a cruel grin, sound euphony

The night was lit with memories, crossing each talk

Staggering through the roads, hazy was the walk

I was forgiven by me, for forgetting fatal blows

Smiles overtook my tears, letters; my lows

Every beat of my heart, was ticking a sense of truth

Along a rhythmic tune, there was a silence beneath

Myth was marketed there, I ran away out of fear

Daring each step, I waged a war another

I still continue the tale, dipping thoughts in ink

For, I live for a tryst honest, my hopes never sink

Beneath

Whoever is the name, Whatever is my fame

In the deep blue water, runs still my dream

I meet my promises crossing each tear

Tearing each shield of hatred, spread in red

I greet every spell with smile

Sailing all the journey, in beliefs agile

My quest is abstruse, hazy and drown

Yet I see coronation in a dazzling gold crown

I make my day, as I wake above the dark

In a reverie of stars, twinkling eternity

Walk with me, talk through my silence

You can hear the beat of an honest existence!

Seasoned

I mark this ink, above each autumn

wiping diurnals that cried out in silence

Half through the wood, I would

Colour each leaf, a fresh new green

On those callous nights, my moon was still bright

With no withering dream, with no shivering tremor

Alas! The Lull lasted long through time

Blocking each word, with no name to utter

Fly this high sky…move along the mire

Your dream lasts as the oaks dry out

You stay perennial…In each trial

The shadow speaks to me in the dripping dark; As

I mark this ink, for a rising spring.

Righto

Free from the fervor of purple fragile

Far from the frivolous convolutions

I agree to disagree on every argument as

I make my stand alive, on my own podium

Writing every note, over-writing the unwritten

Marking the forgotten phrase, on my every return

Lofty pleasures and luxurious reverie

Cannot ever quiver, my river of thoughts

For it flows through the barren and unseen

See through the heart, I survive those scars

Left out in the dark, the darkest of times

Living each moment and counting the next,

I have no math tagged in a silly pretext

I may take it as it comes, ailing along,

But, life for me is a trailblazing song…

Sunny Nights

I lie, away from the world of lies

I live in an agility free from sugary franchise

I bore away, every moment dipped in dew

Rising above the red and the dusky dread

Mayhem isn’t my fame, mean isn’t my name

Naive like the fresh rain drop, yet

Pragmatic like the deepest ocean

I have children playing in my thoughts’ garden

I have soldiers ailing in never ending wars

Bruised and ailing, on every question, yet

Budding like a flower in my every quest

I define, confine, my every dream

yet give way to wings to a mighty soar

I don’t live because I exist…

I exist because I live

We are We

I see a deportment seeking skies lofty

in a pretext of pain, in a diminishing fatigue

Let the leave, leave without beckoning a sign

Let this be called a null dark reign

My gallows were not named after any crime

They were just sobbing on sugary euphonies

We want it lit by the moon, cold and bright

We want to step feet into, affection just right

Know it that we sow than we sew

To paint every dry due a dew

Years, Days, Hours…count up to one

Each one with a memory, where we stay One

For, love it is that binds us together

For, life it is that made us fall into love.

Hush

Bewitched…stay thy gallows of the mire

Clutched…is the name of a heart’s desire

Believe it or not, they’ll sail through freedom

Out of the jinx and dismantled fame

The laments aren’t lame, they are already game

Enough of the pain and futile promises

Let life flow in, as they lit it up brave

Truth isn’t a myth, true with every clue

Behold your lies in the darkness of your fears

Yesterdays and Today’s aren’t now time

But Tomorrows will script, a new regime. ME

Revival

Flying through the blues, in the fragrance of silence

I miss my mark, shifting into the oblivion

In the thoughts myriad, dipped in notions

I feel like a feather, heavier and darker

Penning each note, flowing in the reverie

Real like the elnino, currents I know

Touching every wood, as far as I could

Reading every journal, as the letters disappear

Flipping every leaf, to call it interesting…

Yet, I still breathe truth and stay honest

I write, as I