Many lives - up street

Many lives up street

Animal like it seems

The instincts

The themes

Its comedy of errors

Smoky pipes

Frizzy spurs

Time is the focus

That one point

The inner theme

The call of moment

Revolutionary cream

The friction of sensations

Annoying forecasts

Unknown pasts

The crash of emotions

Hilly sides sunny streams

Measuring one’s soul

Monk’s vision

Essential need

Smoke of realizations

Misty pictures

Coiled sheets

The gyres of wisdom

Ancient stanzas

Repeated deans

The sheep like moment

Drinking blasts

Merging weeds

Hunger of emotions

Dry eyes

Thirsty scene

The need of the moment

Humor behind

Satire on peak

The numb caricature

The dreamy streams

Misty fascinations

Many lives up street.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

whatever you wish for

Passions can be many
I choose the rawest ones
those that talks with senses
please my heart
with me get one
I love transcendence
metamorphoses with every sense
Those that talk with my soul
Those that take me to their darkest holes


Its great to be doomed in all times
all you need to know is forget time
to get wasted with every passion of yours
to give yourself fully to that inner call

only then you live the moment to its inner core

its mesmerizing - every scar tuning sour.

And then there are the post moments
those empty spaces before next lines
that one abstract sound one hears
while turning a page in silent ground
but the mind is full of noise
the things read,the curious cries
that one second of sounds too
are beautiful, are true.

It all depends upon
how passionate you are
how much you want to compromise
with useless social calls
its more of your will
to feel the best
to live it all
to even rest
rest while you run
on that sandy ground
to make it your choice
to wrap it around
once you let it take the best of you
your passion becomes you
and it turns alive
every passion in life
it lives it even eats
your every sacrifice
becomes a treat
there you know
in the back of your mind
that this is worth it
your passion your time
and you feel the content involved
that hidden excitement
become all time stall
and there you live in every moment of yours
you and your passion
whatever you wish for.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

No Emoticons

Flowing with the rhythm of moment

this second this very dent

partially crushed its beautiful to be numb

to go slow and clueless

at least for one moment

and imagine the peace I gain

stoic expression hint of pain

and the eyes glow with fire

like those blazing pyres

anger for the world peeps in

irritating people are also seen

but then its good to be numb

you are simply unaffected

of praises of puns

of comments and satires

of masked attires

coz you are numb 

you are numb for the moment

it gives peace

this kinda numbness

you reach a level beyond 

this world and its strings

you are helpless and clueless

and thats the fucking bent

you leave all desires

all expectations also get bent

no ego no ceremony

no wishes left

neither fights

and you are numb

for the moment

with no expectations 

none to come

you and this moment

no moon no sun

and a long beep with straight line

beating stops 

no dark no shine

but that numbness where nothing is left

no more desires nothing to expect

no emotions, no expressions

no love, no hate, no emoticons

this, this moment

the moment called numb

I turn into this moment

I become numb.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer 

dheemi dheemi si baarish

dheemi dheemi si baarish
ankhon mein band si khwaihish
dekhun mai tujh ko to
sach sapna sa lage

sanson mein badti ahein
bahon mein teri bahein
dekhun main tujh ko to
sach sapna sa lage

dekhun main tujhe yunhi
jalti shaam mei khoi

na nna na

dheemi dheemi si
sanson mein ghulti chahat
bheeni bheeni si
rimjhim si pehli baarish
dheemi dheemi si...
dheemi dheemi si
sardi ki pehli chadar
bheena bheena sa
sama hai ye haseen.
tum bhi to yahin
jaise sapna hi
bheena bheena sa
sapna ye mera
bheena sa bheena sa
sapna ye haseen

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

The Pulse

Tender moist touch of royal purple silk
that vibration till miles in hills
'vibrations till miles away
over and above the hills
hills beyond thrills'

that giggle presses under ivory
upon craving smiles
snakes like root
dangling around
that misty shady moon
so smokey
so blue

'glittery eyes with sparkling glitter'
watery caress of wings on flutter
the shades of night
shadows of mornings
first dawn after rain
first love in morning
each time
new rhyme
each rhyme
'new crime
the bells chime
we don't care
about time
you are mine
I will give you
all of mine'

I am yours
so is my mind
those complexities no more
its just
a beautiful moony ride
the highs and lows
so beautiful 
so divine
the joy of sensations
mysterious crimes
the giggles of situations
undiscovered rhymes

'whether it is nine or ten
we have no odds and even
thats where we find heaven'
from cloud nine
to eleven

I want you to waste me
to have me all
in one go
to kiss every ounce of my skin
to make me all tremble
to rip me apart
the soul from start
to break me to pieces
a clay in your hand
but then 
don't shape me
forget your hand
you clay
me clay
the clayey land
where we are free
of shapes of stand
one rhyme one time
the moment of one scent
where sweats unite
and love reminds
no now 
no then
but that one flowing emotion
from root to stem.

the vibe travels long
from neck till hand
the entire cell universe
gets hanged to bend
to every pulse from that hand
that one touch
with pressure not much
but love immense
'love intense'.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer & Mystical Man

In soft murmurs

Delicacies of life

Gently whisper near your eyes

Behind ears

In soft murmurs

In a warm breath of surprise

Tender pleasures

Stealing smiles

Realm of concise

Goes so blind

Its all in the moment

The whisper of life

And yet that one breath

Struck between eyes

No breath in

No breath out

Struck between life

That one whisper

Stays forever

Till the time you are alive

Dried in some page of a book

Kept in a corner

To store surprise

On a blue and silver

Full moon night

Or may be pitch dark

The darkness of sight

There in those true moments of life

Beyond all joys and strife

There they tinkle

The tiny footsteps

Netted white

Vintage bright

Like a cusp of emotions

Black and white

The ying – yang glory

Of feets tapping by

They tread on air

Slowly towards me

Into my ears

Into my eyes

Bitter at times

At times nice

They dance at those rhymes

Of ancient times

The hills and the tower

Millions of night

The poison in cave

Temptation inside

To kiss it with lips

The silver pride

moon in the bowl

moon inside

starslight in fingers

star like the might

and there it treads

temptation inside

there towards that neck

a whisper so polite

to steal it forever

that moment that night

stored in those layers

so bloody in sight

but the blood is dried

so dried with time

and yet it flows

in that inner rhyme

in greens on heights

in starry sights

on shelfs of windows

caressing nights

then when I cried

Then when I was satisfied

Then when I had those arms

Around and beside

When eyes were locked

Love side by side

And yet it carries on

This moment this night

But the moment is stored still.

Somewhere in my mind.

That one breath.

That moment

That starry

Smokey night.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Social Thong

‘I want another Life.

I want one more start.

I was never given a chance.

I want – Just one more chance.’

You know I made many beginnings

Have given my life Many starts

And every time I feel

There is once more need

Of yet another start

Of yet another chance

‘But dear, I have never got a chance

I have never lived for myself

Have never banged it on’

‘’Give me some sunshine

Give me some rain

Give me another chance

I wanna grow up once again’’

Have you heard the lyrics

The energy of song

Aah!! the spirit inside

Aah! the moments gone

So much of potential

So many hopes

So much of wisdom

So many dreams

And yet, its killed

The social thong

Those stupid adulations

The social song

This is right

And this is wrong

This is how its done

This is absolutely wrong.

Centuries of sheeps

The same fucking breed

Follow this

Obey that

The same national song

Time changes

So do conditions

To live is to evolve

With time – goes the song

And then something new come

Another vision

Another song

And still people sing the same fucking old song

And the new gets killed

Inside the womb

Those hopes

Those wishes

Lie below

A social thong.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Masked Sights

Confused mind it seems. There are so many things I want to do. So many struggles I wanna take. So many experiences I want to attain. Maybe it will take my whole life – experimenting and exploring. Maybe Momcy is right – Life is too short. But I also feel the other way .At times I wonder at the range of my experience in this short span of past few years. But then comes – Time factor .And I get this strange fear at times -  what if I spend my entire life – hoping for some height – that is yet to come . What if Godot never comes. But then I feel, how does it matter? How does it matter – how much I earn, whether I get fame or not, How many materials I attain, what profession I take? People do all this for happiness .and my happiness is so connected and dependent upon my freedom.

But then enters that secret feeling. The fun in breaking rules! The real pleasure of freedom comes only when you have experienced being bound. And I wonder – how does it matter if I have to hide a certain things. Till the time my closed ones are happy. And yet, it varies – the people I feel close to, The people with whom I feel free. Maybe Momcy is right – its all in the mind. Till the time you are free from inside, you are free outside. But then I feel suffocated – expectations, desires, obligations, burdens. And yet, there is that love that caring bound that is nowhere else , in no other bond.

And yet, I hate expectation, those expectations and boundations. I would love to be anywhere where I can be me. Anything fake – so fucking kills me. And then there are foxes and vixens in society. And equally annoying are sheeps and donkeys trying to shun your mind. But then you have your own pace, your own definition of mind. You understand those shades of grey. You know there is nothing like black and white.     And yet, you wanna do justice to each of your mood – to each of your inner rhyme.             You wanna feel it all – to feel it – the meaning of life.

To survive is not your struggle. It happens on its own 0- this struggle to survive. The real aim lives in living . to listen to all your inner rhymes. You fee llike a kid at times. You suddenly feel grown up when one sun shines. And it all goes in cycles – happiness and pains – sunny mornings and rainy night.

And so go the companionships – those different rhymes. Those that come so close, That suddenly are left – far behind. You miss some people . With some, you lose track of time. With some you crave to be there. Some addict your mind. Maybe Momcy was right – its all short lived – this world of shine .Happiness lives outside – in helping others – you may find. But then comes that self – after helping them all, you also have a mind. You think of your self – your inner plights. You look at others – stepping on those oozing sigh6ts.

But then you want to be happy – to survive it all – to live your life. But more you smile and laugh. More it becomes hideous for world’s eye. They wear colored glasses, some unknown parameters of sight. They adore you, they comment on you, they obey you, they get disgusted with your might. You sit all innocent – spectating the sight. Maybe Momcy was right – to decide and stay in social limits – is always right. But then I wonder – what about those craving inside. The fact that I can do it, The craving to go aside, Top explore a new dimension, to cross one more fence beside, To dive deep into the river and explore it all inside. To ride those waves and climb those peaks, to feel it all – seems right. And I feel dome with humans , those complications and masked sights.

 Written by - Mystical Wanderer

And yet I keep melting

Tiny droplets merge
and disperse
they whisper into ears
they yell they are shy
they flow with the flow
they freeze in snow
to some gone distant time
to some ancient rhyme
maybe this is how
Life goes
maybe this is how
we grow

symphony of moments
 Epiphany of scents
different shades
different sensations
aah! but the one
that one craving
something unfulfilled
something I still need
and yet this contentment
contentment to make me freeze
n yet I keep melting
deep inside - some inner creed
Maybe this is how 
life goes
Maybe this is how 
We grow

But you seem already grown
you and you and you too
but I too am grown
for you and you and you too
Deep inside we are all newborns
I tell you we need to grow
but the masks are beautiful too
they give us illusions many
what I am to you
what you are to me
what anyone is to anyone
this strange symphony
Maybe this is how 
Life goes
Maybe this is how
We grow

But in between all this
Take a moment
to see the picturesque
of moments so many
those gone
those still around
those that are yet to come
those under moons and sun
People change 
moments too
but this cosmic river
it keeps flowing too
Take a look
at that one drop
hold it 
that crystal drop
Maybe this is how
Life goes
Maybe this is how
We grow
in that one moment of emotion
when there is none
but that moment on go. 

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

A bit lonely too

It's a lonely feeling
funny too
this feeling alone in crowd
with friends so many too
or actually no
friends have reduced now
hardly few
seperate from crew
rest has become a crowd
with nothing in leu
yet, its a state of mind
morning I felt loving too
when the head said something
in low voice
in some meeting too
There I felt
all are good
all are my own too
n yet its all about the moment
same me can feel
lonely too
yeah!!! many people to meet
many to talk and gel too
n yet that one craving
something unknown
without body too
I sing some song
some melody in tune
I tap and dance
and think whats new
and there I land
with a list of newness
recycled since centuries
in mine too
n yet its different 
or may be I am too
one in this crew
But yet it is different
to feel at times 
a bit lonely too.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Hidden beneath

Craving to talk with someone own

Someone from world of my own

Some far away distant one

Someone from my city

From the same sun

Craving to dance on my own terrace

Below that moon, silver caress

Its been a long time

I met my moon

Been a long time

I danced on mid night tune

World is too bright here

Or maybe too dark

Who knows the difference

Its always grey – up-stark

Suddenly I have grown

Or that is what was required

For me to grow up

be adaptive, be acquired

here I am, the corporate me

with the same wild spirit

hidden beneath

but I feel bounded at times

following that stupid clock

staying in bound

How beautiful it was

To live in abstract

Where time had no entity

Boundations were on abstract

I am free yes

Free of any judgments

This is what I ensured

Freedom from life of rent

But then everything has its cost

Nothing is free

Even freedom has its own cost

You miss your loved ones at times

You miss your own city’s rhymes

You crave to go back

But that is expensive too

At the cost of your freedom

Nothing comes in lieu

Am I free in real – I wonder

True I escaped many thunders

But now what?

A stupid clock?

Trying to bound me to some schedule.

The duty’s call.

Fie to that duty

That feeds someone’s greed

Fie to that duty which satisfies

None’s needs.

Alas! the world is so designed.

Everyone eats others.

That’s how they fill their greed.

‘If you can’t follow social norms

Its better you go wild in forest grounds’

Sure I would love it much better

I will live in peace – in nature

But then I become a part of another cycle

Biological it is called

The greed or need cycle

Not that I am afraid

But its everywhere

The race.

I don’t like it.

This competing at every step.

I can’t fake it.

Something not in my nest.

And I still need people.

I am human.

I realized.

I can’t stay away from society

To my surprise.

And there goes on the cycle of my life

Society nature

Death and life

Home – travel

Mystical flight

Aah! it goes on

The circle of life

No end, No beginning

Love and hate

Promises and hint.

And then there are masks around

You can’t make out the right sound.

You yell you fight

Fuse all bright

Then follows silence

You enter a shell

And then you realize

Its waste the fight

So there you decide

To sing with all your might

And you smile

Like a child

Deep inside

You pamper – being wild.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Forgive me to mention her periods

Looking into her eyes
I see to my surprise
same old shackles of life
same mundane suffocating strife

I have seen her happy too
aah! she can offer a lot in woo.
Her soul, her loyalty, her trust
she becomes the one you trust
she will go to any limits
if she loves you
she will defend you
from the entire crew.

But then, peep inside her soul.
There you find a black hole.
She absorbs its all
the worries of her life
she won't let it out
her anxiety, her strife
you know her as a kid inside
with dreams of her own
spirit to ride
but then she is shackled
feminist battle
does she fight it in real?
aah! in her cradle.

If she needs love
the world is ready.
Mind you, its lust.
World's prosody.
If she needs fame
She will be put to shame
Unknown blame
unwanted game.

She earns, Yes!
or so it seems.
But men in her life
are a bully team.
They take her money.
They stake her name.
'I spent on you.
Don't you have shame?'
From father to husband
to many men in between
she is exchanged
she is wasted
polluted like a stream.

Ask that holy river
Does she like your shiver?
Check her need of idolization.
Give a look -at your nation.
Yeah! she is the mother.
Yes, she had her adolescence too.
Forgive me to mention her periods
She is nailed before that too.

But then she is green
Powerful with rushing stream.
If you can't support her,
then let her be she.
See her transformed self.
All she wants - is to be free.
And she will make you proud
she has craved for it - too long.
But even if she goes in allies.
Thats her decision - out of rallies.
Fuck you - the world 
Fuck you - its carriers
Freedom is a universal right
Women should break all barriers

But then I have a point to offer
Not always is power - a chauffeur
Freedom lives inside
in us, in our mind.
The day we decide to be free.
We become free.
The gate is open
but our eyes are duped.
Look beyond those imposed dukes.

Trust me, Life is free.
all you need - is to feel.
First step - is all that is required.
Be bold and freedom is inner wired.
So what if way is unknown
so what if world seems made of stone
Become River and churn them to pieces
Or glide over them at happy paces
You are the wind
You are the power
You own your life's
Every chord, Every chord.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer