One more time, One more rhyme!

Have gotta pen, got a paper,
Things go on as they kiss each other,
And yeah, a slow musical sound,
Trembling my mind as a wound,
Waiting for tide and time,
So I composed this rhyme,
I love to be loved,
Even loved the hatred,
My mind for a while,
Is like an unintentional baby's smile,
Not even a trial, no denial,
Poetry takes me to a wonderland exile,
I wish I could get,
Things I would never bet,
A new breath, new glow,
New mind- this time a bit slow,
So that it makes new feelings,
As a new fruit from new saplings,
I am a soul that flies,
Am a feeling that never dies!

- VAIBHAV VARUN

No words...now that's what poetry is for me!

Ashoka- Samrat, Fierce, Ahimsak

Well, here, Varun presents to you a poem which is a complete mixer of old nd new english with a blend of Indian culture. Ashoka- he was mightiest of all, was potrait of every possible human qualities- he had rage and with it, he had peace within him. I thereby, highlight three of his mighty qualities- Samrat, Fierce & Ahimsak, something that all of us possess. It's my longest trial in poetry yet and I found that history is pretty interesting.
So GUYS, are you ready for WAR & PEACE ?

Canst any human durst,
Tarry against my mighty worst,
None knows from whence,
Nor shalt, my conquering essence,
Nary henceforth dost,
Quest my empire at any cost,
I left the history to trow,
Whither go my power's bow,
Am the cause of,
Dipavansa and Mahavansa all above,
Bindusara's son, the world has known,
Brighter than sun, I have shone,
Winds chant my name,
Oceans rise on my fame,
Hath thou never listened,
In my name birds tweeted.

"Oh Mighty Chakravati King!
Fullsome kingdom, will become with a mere thing,"
Ye not did wit,
Naught in the world. I can't make it,
Spell thy wish,
I can even make lion a cold fish,
"Oh Lord! Kalinga remains unrivalled,
Even once Ye didn't hailed,"
Pudh! this fact to be considered,
Sure, I will make Kalinga trembled,
"The city's full of pride prestige and legacy,
Exception to all, it's Rajdharma, only democracy,"
Wax the kingdom, under my charm,
Overmany swords will become rocker arm,
Bones broken, blood will be seized,
And Kalinga will be freezed.

Towards the east we will proceed,
Crush each mortal as a weed,
Time and tide wait for none,
But they do for me, I'm pre-won,
In twelve days we'll move, I announce,
On to the victory, we renounce,
On the rise of the sun, they took on,
After dozen days of rock on,
Swords- all thirsty for blood,
Bows and shields all new as a bud,
Trumpets blew, soldiers roared,
In a haste, hundred miles they soared,
All horses grimmed with a smile,
Elephants stood proud all on a while,
"And here comes King, son of Bindusara,
All set with us to conquer Kalinga."

Midst of storm, deadly winds blew,
Standing in grounds of Kalinga, was mightiest crew,
Rose high in air- Ashoka with his horse,
Set to create feeling of torture and remorse,
Arrows mer arrows, swords met swords,
'I'll kill thou', were the only words,
Warriors on foe side,
Seemed to be a bit bright,
But with swords in hand held tight,
Ashoka shaved off each pride,
As a storm blast he moved,
Shouting and cutting, with all this he grooved,
For a hundred cries, he was the reason,
He created a new bloody season,
His arrows crossed each heart and nerve,
Moved straight he, without even a curve,

"Surrender we, to thee, you our Lord!
But please forgive our lives in name of God,
O Mighty! your power has made us tremble,
Leave the blood game, please be humble,
At ye mercy now we lie,
Thy anger we couldn't defy,
King of Kings, the son of Bindusara,
To thou, here we surrender our Kalinga,"
Thou see, before your eyes, I did,
In a heavy rage, millions are killed,
This was just a drop of shower from my monsoon,
After a million kills, I spare, you as a boon,
All's land filled with rotten muscles of dead bodies,
And oceans coloured red with floating bodies,
Am now the tremendous king of Kalinga,
I, I am the super Chakravati Ashoka."

Now since all's over,all's mine,
Take my charioteer through, redeem my shine,
Move me through my new kingsdom,
All people will see the new king handsome,
And then moved his charioteer,
With blood-studded hands, slowly he steer,
But alas! Half of the kingdom was crushed,
All bodies blood brushed,
Was this all power and mighty courage can ought,
For a moment Ashoka thought,
The half dead tearless grandma,
And a naked boy crying for amma,
And an old man with burned eyeballs,
With a billion unheard calls,
All quivered, shivered and tremble,
Here and there, hither and thither, all hurled.

Am I lost or have I won,
Incognito mystery, knows none,
Does the victory gain cry,
Am I so bad that even defeat feels shy,
I may rejoice at the victory,
Or that clebration is contradictory,
Years ago, I was a mere boy,
Playing in mother's lap, all sorts of toy,
And now I'm a thriller,
Of others' mother killer,
Years ago, I was somebody's son,
And now I killed so many fathers, leaved none,
Does the wind really praises,
Or abuses me, behind my faces,
Dost the birds that fly above,
Me, do they really love?

Does my expansion of land,
Let my love and heart expand,
Dost my swords which are red,
Ever think of those who are dead,
No! my mind can't help me,
My deeds are sin after all, I see,
But wait! Is this the same mighty Ashoka?
Or it's weraker- after taking Kalinga?
No, I can't be weak,
My repute, my peace, I will seek,
If I did wrong,
I'll remove all wrong, easy like a song,
I'll show path of humanity,
Follow peace till eternity,
And now this son of Bindusara,
Will be a peace-flu, a follower of Buddha.

-Vaibhav Varun        

Meretricious Slaughter House

Am not a sage, nor I envisage,
But it's all about a crazy rage,
Beauty comes to dead soon,
It's all I learned from humans' facial moon,
Those manly hairs of lions,
And muscular flesh - embedded tiger's canions,
All gone in a haste, in a greed,
We killed the fruit before it was a seed,
Why do we feel animals can't talk,
Sure they can't speak, but they grok,
Just think how dirty it is,
When you kill a sinless fish,
Not even that, you tear it's fin,
Boil in hot pan, you, it's skin,
And you feel panegyric by eating it,
Taking it's life, by killing it,
And all this to fill your stomach,
Hasn't the nature given you much?
You cry when your dears depart,
Does it gives same pleasure when you tear fleshes apart?
Man surely becomes a beast,
Seeing the blood removed, rubber like flesh feast,
Not even that, you remove their habitats,
And expect to be free from nature attacks,
Only if we don't stop killing,
Then according to nature's willing,
All those ghost of dead animals,
Will have revenge feast on your dead cranicals.
                                                     - VAIBHAV VARUN
                       This poem is all about making people aware of what they do by killing animals and eating them, or selling them or their flesh or other body parts. Things often feel best when they happen to you- think of it- if somebody removes your kidney and sells them or eats you eyeball, how would you feel? The same happens with the those dumb creatures, sure they can't speak, but they are not emotionless.
                                If we don't stop all these ruthless activities, then nature is sure to punish us.
And at last, please comment on my facebook wall or over here!

Masterpiece

Let it curve, Let it carve,
Let it swirl, Let it twirl,
Let me hit, Let me love a bit,
Let me crawl, Let me calm at all,
I use a blur piece of rock,
I use some imagination from my stock,
I look at figure after my deed,
I look at fruit before it's seed,
I take a rock; 'price-less',
I make it a statue; 'priceless',
I tease, I crease,
I create a masterpiece,
And give it a monsoon effect,
With almost no possible defect.

Oh God! I make millions,
Statues! I already did trillions,
I make a non-person,
Look more beautiful than excursion,
But what about me?
Then came a voice from nowhere I could see,
Son, the way you take a simple piece,
And turn it into a masterpiece,
The same way,
There'll be one day,
When you'll become statue from an uncarved rock,
Taking some values from my stock,
And then I'll say, I tease, I crease,
I created a masterpiece!
- VAIBHAV VARUN

                          This poem is all about a sculptor-maker and his creations and then a sequel of his conversation with God. The way he carves a beautiful product out of a simple rock is just marvelous to observe and it was even more thrilling for me to write about it... Just think about it... You won't even spend 50 paise for a simple rock, but you would willingly pay millions for the statue carved out of it, it has really got some magic in it. He creates a pre-image of what he has to do, and makes a "price-less" thing a "priceless" one! AMAZING! But then do we ever think about the progress of the artists who give such beautiful creations to the world? The same feeling of loneliness rises in the sculptor-maker in the second stanza. He asks God about what will happen to him next, he has changed the fate of so many stones, but who will change his fate? It's a question I put on all of you.
                      Finally, I hoped you enjoy reading, and as usual will comment on my facebook wall or right here. Best of life to all my readers!
                                                      - Vaibhav Varun

The Poor Face

  
We can only cry and think about 'em,

But it's hard to help 'em,

Of course, we are brighter lights,

But they are fuses under our heights,

Yeah, that dirt appearence and shit like a eye,

It's a bitter truth, we can't defy,

Beneath the bridges, behind the societies,

Those half-naked bodies are themself colonies,

A begger type street cleaner worked all day,

It's something I have to say,

He walked, cleaned every dirt and dust,

Several miles in a heavy lust,

And what he got was a mere ten,

On his way he found a li'l working pen,

He picked it up, scrutinized carefully,

I don't know why he smiled gently,

As if he got a diamond ring or what,

Or must be some bigger thought,

He went home and called his Ben,

Hey boy! I have a gift for you, a pen,

The boy jumped off from joy,

As if he got his favourite toy,

It was the same pen WE threw,

Hesitating at it's look, we said eww,

But it matters to some,

As something is better than none,

But why those poors don't have same choices,

No joys, no rejoices,

So this is a call from me in the eternity,

Feed poor, Stop poverty!

                                                                                      - Vaibhav Varun

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Anti-Gravity (Lost Last Chance ver.)

  

It senses like anti-gravity in me,

An anti-gravity like gravity,

In my fists are burning coals,

Of aggression, regression and unachieved goals,

I just swallow the broken glasses of dreams,

Dreams like reality ‘n’ reality like dreams,

Yesterday I wanted another yesterday,

And tomorrow I longed for tomorrow,

One time, two times, and not less than a million times,

It never ends like solarfield mines,

Illumination, is the only word I know,

That suits my deep dark glow,

And like a ‘non-person’, I have been betrayed,

Just the point is that I stayed,

With the words I had spoken,

Unknowingly, my mouth’s wide open,

Black hole sucked my cerebrum,

Fear freeze my cerebellum,

I hesitate, I precipitate,

I levitate, And that’s what I call my fate!

I touch and feel the blood,

It grows in me like a flower bud,

Speed of light is my limit angle,

A mystery, I am, like the Bermuda Triangle,

As I look up, the earth disappears,

As I look down, it falls on tears,

I neutrally neurotransmit neurotoxin to never,

Never-never land, I have been ever,

Why, I have an unknown neurosis?

Ah! Lemme ‘Google’ this!

-       Vaibhav Varun

                               This poem is all about the feelings and despair you get after broken dreams. Must be touching your heart coz it happens with all of us in some or the other turn of our life. Don't have much to say, so just concluding, I just wanna say that enjoy the verses, and comment over here and ma fb wall!

Stars and Clouds

Adored as the king of nifty numb nights,

Dissolved into dead darkness as the hearty heights,

Enshrouded as if never found,

‘Cause Imma fellow spellbound,

Demotic Desire of denizen of death,

To say ‘wow’ at till the end of the breath,

In me is awesome awkwardness astonishing as,

A soulful and wonderful jazz,

Their sleek shiny smile so swift,

Makes my heart go another drift,

Thousands come and a hundreds go,

Sign of mortality, Oh Stars! You never show,

Staring eyes can only see and glare and stare,

Can’t touch, it isn’t fair,

Live away, high above, sparkle,

It’s not like a reality; miracle,

Another contrast with the grayish shades,

Loads of appearances and lots of fades,

As if the blanket of sun,

Deeds of deadly truth, only summon,

Flashes like a sumo bag,

The cracking of thunder gives ‘em another tag,

It takes my breath, me,

For there was emptiness and silence all I could see,

Stars glow, to their full gleam,

But it isn’t as expressive as it may seem,

For it takes one moment and that’s all,

Pride really goes before a fall.

                                                                        -VAIBHAV VARUN

                                                 We often look at the outer appearance and judge his\her internal powers and talent. We forget that colour isn't a scrutinizing agent to predict a person's character because we humans have got impeccable qualities. The poem says that Stars who have always been considered as superior often feel proud due to their prestige but their power comes to an end only when the mere and filthy clouds take them over although they are so ugly. So enjoy reading and post the comments on my fb wall or here.!!!

Collapsing

 I’m some π miles away,

 Its disaster, it’s stray,

It’s coming in my way,

So what would I just say,

Nobody aches when I ache,

Nobody laughs when I laugh,

Nobody feels what I feel,

Nobody thinks what I think,

Nobody sees what I see,

So why the hell they are ‘round me,

It stretches, it collapses,

To me, its shadow with axes,

There isn’t a black hole in my heart,

But one in my mind,

I am just sucking myself,

As time passes on itself.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

It isn’t a potion, its poison,

Further you go, further is horizon,

I think it’s possible,

But evil angel makes me feel impossible,

Like a neutron star it glows,

And like a fire it flows,

It’s eroding me all,

Like the shooting stars fall,

Why the faces are same, but the feelings aren’t,

Heart is the same, but the blood isn’t,

For hands are the same, they never aim at you,

And eyes are the same, but none stare at you,

The jaws are same but words are new,

The doors are same but none opens at you,

No simple words and no simple magic,

It’s so complex and so tragic.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

Nothing is real,

What I really feel,

I just tear off my feelings,

Go beyond the limits, beyond the dealings,

And passes through the hole in my mind,

The things are fake, few,

Just listen to what I am saying to you,

Stone humans never utter, they bark like dog,

When I gonna touch them, they fade like fog,

When the water sparks, makes me feel like fire,

It’s a longing, it’s a desire,

They have guts, have no fear,

Damn ‘em all, nobody is dear,

They don’t have feeling but I just saved some,

Finally to write this poem.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

The last page says that I’m gonna fade,

Left my inner self out, everybody’s dead,

The sound of despair even comes in space,

But I am just dumb, an unexpected phase,

What the people think of themselves,

And why the nature fades itself,

Nobody’s there to hold the hands,

As if the souls sunk in sands,

It’s just a fall in the rush,

Stars often give away,

Now that’s all I could say,

End of Varun’s thinking capacity,

And I feel it’s over,

I took a glance, there’s a better thing I can do,

I traced back along the path,

And back to the present past!

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsed!

                                                            -Vaibhav Varun

                                      This isn't 508 words of rhyme and mere sequence, it's one flow of aggression of what I want to spit straight at the world, it's just because of it's incorrigible nature. Why the hell poeple have become so awkward at a sudden, at the pace of development, if you have answer, plz. reply. And finally post the comments here or on my fb wall..!!

                                

  

                                 

The Ghost of me

                      ~~Tour de Soul...Don't co-exist with my rhyme, they crack like hell!~~

Feels like false ivory tower,

Cramps beneath a flailing power,

The brain synapses break,

And my organs become klutz,

A spare from me,

Yet a mirror of me,

Even my cheer stands on fire,

A hope is left; as big as stomata.

Jinx, is how I saw,

Jinx, the nuts in my head,

Jinx, I wanna shut the sun,

Jinx, brighten up my mind.

It opens like sand in hand,

The potential running into kinetics,

The stiff is now blood,

And the weak is now my heart,

It’s how you conceive,

The magic that you receive,

More than what you perceive,

It’s actually like you deceive.

Isthmus, on which I walk,

Isthmus, life of my soul,

Isthmus, the open crux,

Isthmus, the disclosed yet closed.

                                                       -VAIBHAV VARUN

                                       A short, but aggressive trial, moved to try some free verses, hoping it may work, and finally representing modernist literature. That's all I have to say for now. Go on for commenting on my fb wall or right here, right now!

Cool Artist

It feels like a hundred shades,

Crawling above the heads,

Moves apart, Seizes in the destiny,

As if a wanderer met his affinity,

It feels like a million madness,

Black hole in heart sucking sadness,

My eyes wide opened, and sometimes closed,

As if a charm beneath me flowed.

Forgotten the harsh chase,

Forgotten the lusty blaze,

Forgotten the burning sands,

Forgotten the crude hands.

There exists a silence when I close my eyes,

And even the silence in the moment never defies,

Flowers wake up, lazily bloom,

As if the winds intentionally smile, a bit gloom,

There exists a craze in each drop,

A magic as charming as a mountain top,

I stretch my hands, to get the feel,

As if it spells, the souls that they heal.

Never understood, why it pleasures me,

Never understood, heaven that I can see,

Never understood, the song of the zephyr,

Never understood, is it a jolly or a satire?

I saw the angels dancing,

And faunas merrily rejoicing,

The earth became unevenly shy,

As if the lushes stared me with joy,

I saw, I felt the violin melody,

Looked like moonlight adhered to it already,

And the nature lifted me off her hand,

As if she kissed me far from land.

I took with me, the chirping of birds,

I took with me, the creamy faces of herds,

I took with me, the kisses of air,

I took with me, the motherly blind care.

I shall long for it,

Some smiles, some moments making me stupid,

A childish and innocence appearance,

As if there is an essence in every presence,

I shall bind it in my memories,

Some untold and unproved theories,

Nature loves us all efficiently,

As if it gives to us a sweet melancholy.

Days, which I would never forget,

Days, which were mine and secret,

Days, which were really optimist,

Days, which I spent with you, Cool Artist!

-          VAIBHAV VARUN

                                       Since, today is my birthday, so before beginning anything I would like to seek sincere blessings of my true readers for my better future. It's your attention and wishes that make me more determined and strong and made upto the level here that I completed my 5000 visitors! Well, this poem is about monsoon, my favourite cool artist, you might have all guessed why I personified it as an artist. It brings us so much pleasure and a complete change in tha ambiance. Everything just rejoices up. I tried to cumulate the monsoon feelings in this short poem. Hope you like it, and please don't forget to comment either here or on my facebook wall. THANKS!!!

Dark Energy

Seems silence got blended with horror,

And oceans cyclone into cosmos,

The nerves blooded with terror,

As if in chains, felt across,

Some moments never give up,

But the creeps really suck,

Two moments, it takes it all,

With the conscience appealing at each crawl,

Some divine, some defined,

Some devil, some twisted,

Every bad dream turning into reality,

Being taken away at sake of mortality,

For the fall of each tear,

Takes me away from the earthly sphere,

Things went on for unexplained,

Rigel and Betelugese staring with their brow tightened,

Getting punished for the things never done,

Burned beneath the heart on Titan,

Wanna jump off the cliff,

Remembering the days that were spiff,

It’s the end of the start,

Or the start of the end,

I gotta know it all,

Before it makes me fall,

The electric guitar on my head,

A Bass Drum on my heart,

Ceased, nowhere to go,

WHY???

                                        -VAIBHAV VARUN

                  Must be wondering, why did I choose the title "Dark Energy" even though I didn't used it even for once. Quite absurd, but the poem was about Corruption. This is the advantage when you write poems, you can interrelate things magically, and this is what I tried to do. As we all know, corruption is beheading us in every aspect of materialistic life, a man never knows how and when he's caught in the bloody hands of this devil. The Dark energy reffered here is nothing but Corruption. I know it mistakingly got a cosmotic horror touch, because I wrote it at 1'o clock in night. Whatever! I wish you enjoyed reading and keep creeping on my page, Thankzxx..!!! 

Is this life?

Striking as streaking light,

Melancholy as the melody song,

Like underneath the glass which readily collapse,

Or the blank that turns into ash,

Where you never get nor lose,

But still, you tremble apart,

Switches are on, But,

You never notice; the fuses are gone,

Where you run million miles,

But the borders never exists,

Where you brake each moment,

And the limit never approaches,

Is this life?

Where each moment creeps behind,

And still looks so divine,

I wonder… WHY???

Bang on! When you get a step closer,

Hang on! When you get an inch apart,

If you feel the stars in the day,

Then you seem to have got some way,

Running in the black hole with sun on your back,

Like the candle in your hands in cyclone attack,

Living for each dying moment,

Comes every time a crux moment,

Beyond the blues, beyond the green,

A pulsating beat that’s never seen,

Beyond the sky, beyond the land,

The truth- Time really slips from your hand,

Is this life?

Where aggression sits beneath each silence,

And devil in a smile,

I wonder… WHY???

A crackerjack gut swirls ‘round the mind,

And a frost gets on the nerves,

A speed gets on to the blood,

And the teeth start mumbling together,

A sweat flows and sinks to the earth,

Brow tightens in complete state of confusion,

When you start feeling the cool winds hot,

And rub fire to get ice,

A single blow and all’s gone,

Even the zephyr can’t narrate it all,

Why the hell you thought its aggression,

It’s death- another life,

Is this life?

An eternal definition, a buzz never heard,

A incognito secret, never revealed,

I wonder… WHY???

                                                                 -VAIBHAV VARUN

            'Legend has its, no one has ever managed to look on to the unrivalled side of life, perhaps it's even difficult to describe it, and even more difficult is living life. Even after writing this whole poem, I find myself in question, but there's a step ahead when you write poems. You get to explore the beauty and devil of life. John Burroghs said that,"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." It's up to you how you live life, but yes always enjoy it to fullest, as if each moment is the last one! Hope you enjoyed reading my poems, if you give your valuable feedbacks, I'll be boasted twice to post as much more as I can.

- Vaibhav Varun