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..!!