Hope in Black & White

Its been long I have been trying,
Looks like wet sand,
Was in my hand,
Now slowly and gradually drying.

Realities seems just like stories,
Used to be colored,
Never seemed blurred,
Now black and white, waterless dories.

The heavy cloud inside my head,
Keeps hoping cropping,
Just like head mobbing,
Now wants by isolation to get bayed.

The thunder while raining boggles,
Says sad and sorry,
The never stoppable orry,
Now like everything it always dawdles.

It seems this is life the fiery face,
Keeping the hopes alive,
A silver lightening in the hive,
Will bring glory and brightness in coming days!

- By Sunil Kumar

Innocent Eyes

The face as blank as a white paper
only feature that conveyed were eyes
Those were very deep,
deep like sea,like an ocean
There was immense calmness,
and a lot of composure.
Surely like an ocean they carried;
they guarded - like a treasure.
something that kept me thinking.
It was very staggered.
Was there sadness, some shock,
or they were afraid of something.
Something they didn't want to reveal.
The face as innocent as eyes.
The innocence of a born child,
innocence of a trapped ignorant animal.

They were very deep,
they were very dark,
they were very black,
they were very quiet,
they were very appealing,
the were very bright.
The brightness , the darkness together
in contrast made them shine.
The shine of moist green leaves,
the shine of first drop of rain.
the immense emotions in those eyes.
They were self meditated.
a synchronous harmony of emotions.
This harmony was toxic,
an outgrowing trauma of non-defensive gesture.
Truly they were the mirror of its self,
a very complex in nature.
represented an unguarded fantasy of a child.
A fantasy that embarked a psychic presence
of a monstrous illusion lurking in the mind.

They were inexplicable.
a complex web of pain
that had solidified over time ,
unable to communicate the doubts
and vulnerability of its non-volatile stare.
That disturbing encounter testified
the human reflection through eyes.
Once seen , there happens to be a drift
to that hyperactive stare of those eyes.
It was a kind of hallmark
of its own emotional mind
that remained introverted and florescent
to the onlooker who always wondered
as an enquirer of the reasons behind it.

-By Sunil Kumar

Trust Distrust

Lesson is learnt in the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
The one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds

Some people in your life
comes as they might be
the right person, the right friend
the one you can trust
at least you think
that you can speak
when you feel dejected
when you are hurt
when you have no one
so that the extra burden
on your heart eases out

Those some you search for
those some which you look for
those some whose company
makes you happy make you change
your state of mind
those some who change
your behavior, your outlook
You recognize them truly
when it happens to you
when it comes to you in life
when you reach out
and want to hold them abreast
to cry and stay calm

But when you find most
people of them makes fun
not only in the lightest of times
but the time when you feel
the gravest of your needs
then you think about those
who hurt you in your life
don't even know us
or want to hurt us
but these are your friends
those you searched for
those you looked for

This is the time you trust
on them is now finished
you feel more dejected
by these great friends
than the one who hurt you
Some of them were not the same
they want to flow with the crowd
They did so cos they dont want
to stand away from the crowd
this makes them feel so proud
Now the trust will never arise
like a cat blessing a mice

Now you know there are very few
very very few who are yours
There is a lesson that is learnt
Never trust anyone , never ever
better say never expect good
even from your own
Lesson is also given by the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
The one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds

-By Sunil Kumar

UNSPOKEN

Each step is frozen
life is still unspoken.
when someone makes it fade,
one feels not to tread.
all what it wants
is to make it trance.
but here trance is classic,
life seems to be tragic.
no one guesses it certainly,
splitting the time leisurely.
The rolling of dice in a tray,
is all what you can say.
Each step is frozen
life is still unspoken

You say it is all over,
in your mind halts a cruising rover.
It is the start of breathing,
you make it cease, its your thinking.
It can be studied , the entire reaction,
steady decrease in the interaction.
It makes your thinking slow and numb,
there was a time when you were pinkish plumb
Its the time whenever you blink,
there is only one thing you think.
Each step is frozen
life is still inspoken

Ideally, its a festival in heart's town,
but you say it is a blow down.
For this mysterious rain,
no shelter you can attain
You say nothing at all,
a bed of roses, you gradually fall.
It seems everything is a graffiti,
steadily it makes a lunar plurality.
You try so hard, a step to take,
there are assumptions you can make.
Every step is frozen
life is still unspoken

There is always some fear,
you think your heart can tear.
Life comes alive at a point,
that you consider a perfect joint.
It was like you are on a rove,
the freedom of an innocent dove.
You feared when it headed south,
once again no words poured from mouth.
It could hurt and hurts well,
the last time you would say it a hell.
Every step is frozen
life is still unspoken.

-By Sunil Kumar

Sold Out!!

Another Creepy crappy muddy fowly stuff!

Its been long words came out.
given on rent ,vending out
standing on the threshold
i ll blow all the ways out

SOld out sold out sold out

all the words come undone
what is done what is done
doubting it all untrueeeee
there is .. Is there?? a way out!

sold out sold out sold out

it has all just begun
feel the magic floating all over
Just breath just breath and breach
its all waking up and what's out??

sold out sold out sold out

Nothing left to prove , its a rush
its simple but cannt explain...
its another perfect day in lane
sun fall out , rolling out, running out..

dont know how dont know how
Sold out sold out sold out

-- By Sunil Kumar

Victor

This is for the people who have to follow the masses and cannot do what they want

Victor

Victories passes by, defeats squander time.
statistics of try, throws one more dime.
Silence of life , asunder of dreams.
laughter despise, baffle the screams.
Follow the stars, do it alone.
what others did, considered axiom.
Interests are burried, under the fossil
stop all thinking, follow the codicil.
Depression of failure, a matter of disguise
defeats to remember, victories are volatile.
Greatness of Einstein, lies inthe interests
the saga of failures, he didnt trust
The other wrote, he became shakespeare
successfu he was, his creations didnt fear.
All their life, they were in ruins
Untilsomeone discovered, their quality tunes.
Many couldnt rise, they had the talent
It was luck not the dumbness, that made them lament



- By Sunil Kumar

Searching

Leaving everything in my life
Leaving others for the scrappy rise
Leaving all what happened behind
There is nothing to survive
in this beautiful world as the people say
Precursor of what i thought and what i hide

thinking of things i never know
thinking of things i left behind
thinking of the job which i didnt get
thinking of it if i ll ever get it in my life
thinking of all while passing a smile
I am broken apart raising the spikes
Poem is a weaker way to express
My way of living is drowning in the wine

Sensing the downfall coming my way
sensing the tribune formed by people
sensing the farewell and walk away of friends
sensing the change of personalities
Reminds me of a good friend in life
I search for you here and there
talk to you and forget what is happening in my mind
there is a reason for everything

the ego , the trauma , a thought to future
I found myself tread around in the darkest street behind.....


-- By Sunil Kumar