Wednesday, 22 April 2015



Above the sky
Among the stars
There lies a place
Filled with scars.

Where dreams have slept
and hopes are lost
Where passion has surrendered
to the life's exhaust.

Looking at those
and comparing with his
A defeated man wins
and finds answers of Quiz.

The quiz of life
which answers with question
and leaves you with other
some unsolved expression.

The man stood alone
In a crowd of known
whose life were complete
and his place-thrown.

A wasted soul he was
Finding his place high above
to become a moaning  star
in between the twinkling  love.

Every other was closed
but one door stood ajar
the way threatened him much
But the relief didn't seem far.

Relief of an end
Relief of nothing in life
'cause life would cease to exist
when his soul would touch that knife.

His Wrist 'teared' red
the moment he overcame his fear
and something looked blurred then
But everything was clear.

'Nothing' was what he got
from the life he used to have
But everything was left behind
'cause there was no turning back.

He moaned over his 'body'
and he continues to moan
for years his sobbing is heard
And his regret has since grown.

Nothing much can I say
Nothing much have I known
Nothing much would have happened
Had the seed been properly sown.

The fault was his of course
For he tried to find love
among humans of this world
from whom humanity lies above.

No one has lived here
People have 'Survived' the world
'cause no leaf is soft enough
to hold a dew being pearled.

World can never be blamed
People should never be accused
For it is in their nature
to hurt the already bruised.

You 'fight' the world
or else it fights back
Until you give up all
and every color seems black.

At most, You can only know
But Never think you understand it all
The moment you do so
It shows you a great fall.

A fall from your dreams
A fall how so much small
Small becomes so large here
It ends up in an endless fall.

World is like a wind
And people are cliff so tall
And the fall is both mismanaged
Misery is that fall.
                              -- An Experimental Work By Anish                                                                                               Tripathy



Different was the day
Different was the scene
Different was the change
Different was the new keen

He stood there on the cliff
recalling his good old days 
when hit with a jolt he returned
where the nightmares made the chase

He recalled how mirth felt
but what he achieved was  a mere try
'cause his world was different now
different was the ended up in cry

He remembered the love 
he felt when he met her
he remembered the hope he built
which now rested in a blur

Differently he thought
to choose a different way
i won't blame him for that
after everything he had to pay

After everything he had to pay
and gain nothing in return 
after putting love and friendship on
the line, and see them make a different turn

Rescued by his different thoughts
He came back to the cliff again
He came back to reality 
where the same winds played a different game

On his face the winds hit
Calling him towards an end
An end which would start a new beginning 
Or perhaps give him back his friend

He leaned with a blank mind
to liberate his thoughts and soul
Its comic he never thought
that his diamonds happened to be coal

His diamonds his love
his friends, for whom he lived and DIED,
but never thought how differently 
they would change...they lied

After him, he got his love
his friends back again
to cry over him with different tears
and forget him after AMEN!

I won't blame them who survive
Nor sympathise the ones who die
I would just mention that 
joy and grief u yourself buy
Coloured bulbs are people
and the world is current
but every time they glow
the colour is DIFFERENT.
                                          -- An Experimental Work By                                                                                                                   Anish Tripathy