Reverb

  This is for all the men beating themselves up for the recent turn of events and the media outrage on the same. Man to man : we the potential rapist of the society have to take things up in our hand as a brother to our sisters, a son to our mothers, a husband to our wives, a friend and guide to our female friends. We need to prove that in a country of 140crore people there are but a handful of men who are threatening our beloved wombs. We need to rise to this cut through the bullshit and form an army. An army of the chatrapati shivaji maharaj, An army of Vivekanada, An army of Bharat. As the sons of Bharat we need to address and kill this parasites in the 1st place and bring about transformation to our dark side ourselves. We need to protect the integrity of our motherland with our blood and soul. I request all the Sons of Bharat to rise like Arjun, strategize like Lord Krishna, and Detach like Mahadev. Be the creator, and sustainer and destroyer all at once. Embrace all 3 within and

 Amidst the chatters, whispers, voices, noises An underlying vice voices... A thread not to be missed.. Inside my head, outside my skin  These noises stay unkissed... Ripples of despair hits the shore ... Nipples sucked by the newborn are still sore.. Moments that travel through this din... Remains to hold in my lips and skin... All through this life,breath that flows.. Pebbles of vice, vicinity overshadows.. In those stays at the nights,my ego and your fights, All that is left are some words still UNSAID.. In between the darkness and starlight... Gushing winds of irony flushed in diet... As my mind wanders through... All that is left are some words still UNSAID.. And Those words will wake me up... Unsaid, unseen, unheard, unreal... Every night I sleep swallowing this gulp.. Undying will, determined to heal.. So I need to say, And release my play... All those words UNSAID. Before my tomb let me say... Love will wash away your fears  Life will teach some lesssons In between there's

 As I loose he grip over Time... Those memories will be frozen in my mind... The seat of experience stays within... Those are beats that plays between... We are never in the present  The past won't last until recent... Put up faces for the prison... The prison still in season... Life will wash away the chemicals  Love will fade away the miracles... Still the stroll with you in the shadows Will be cherished in the syllables.. Every hand you touch will leave... Unclench the clutter beneath your sleeve... Feel the flutter of the wind untamed.. Between your beats in a rhyme no shame... Passing through this vessel of time.. Making the sea feel void... Trembling will of the soil.. Winding up to boil... The more you dig the more you swell.. Dig deep till the brim.. Fills up the cracks till the seam.. Seamless is what beams... Through out through you  Parts of future in past.. Life will abandon you atlast... Life will embrace the big bang blast... It's jus me in here.. All I see is aba

  This existence is like the horizon in our experience well within life but perceived otherwise, as we lull our senses on petty hypocrisy and individual life… The larger picture is missed and the responsibility of a citizen takes a toll on us!! The freedom and commitment one needs to have towards the ideology he/she holds themselves higher for is lost somewhere in the woods. This reminds us of human slavery and it’s petty ways to express its independence to nature. This is about life and beyond. If you can grasp its depth it would be awesome. High rise low falls Heavenly hell treats her calls Over the shadows under her breath!! Her head smells meth!! Trying the puzzle… Flying through the maze Stakes will drizzle… Dreams will daze. Through the din …in Fill her sin Feel her pain Heal the so-called sane… By the walkway Crossroads will fade… Valleys in the shade… Tears don’t get paid! Forget the forgives… Realize your natives… A fall for the shame… A rise for the name… High rise low falls…

The recesses of this void... I go through a river of drama, the river that ends in the dead sea. This rushing of my breath the bed underneath stays still...it holds me in its presence and it directs me to the end... Every life merges in that end... The sea doesn't differentiate between the paths taken... The havoc made and creation that happened... It know only one that is dissolution... Filling this land; all that is taken & given, ends in the sea... The harvest and the flood, the rains and the rivals, dreams and goals, everything that is known... Ends in this one & only voyage towards the vast all-encompassing void...till it reaches close the time of reflection is undone...when it starts it just fills and spills on the path. Yet all that is done to undo happens in a presence... The river has a bed and that's what keeps it effervescent... The bed is the witness to floods and the harvest, the springs & the falls, the dry and the wet. The bed knows to keep its cou

Faraway faraway... Somebody's singing faraway... Who brought this insane TIME... This illusion Of many weaves and threads... & Heartbeats within the rhyme.. Is this a beauty Is it touched you Like a miracle heavenly song!! Has life touched you within this moment... Has life put weaves around your rent! Faraway still in this moment!! Faraway still in this moment! We are together in this moment!!! Faraway still in this moment!!! A heart beat to comment!!! Faraway together in this moment!!! Ohh in this moment!!! A beauty in my eyes in this moment!! A time to smile in this moment! Faraway!!! But in this moment!! Life wakes in this moment... My heartbeat comment... Live with no lament!!! ~ Rudr@

With the pandemic hitting across the planet.. Feeling that the doomsday has arrived.. Bring the human you are out & survive... Nature is giving you this sonnet! That you may be the peak... You trumpet your ego... With the works around your brow... The truth is that your only as meek... You may blow your horns.. & Prepare for a war.. But you stand no chance for the thorns.. That hit will leave a scar.... So surrender your arms... And embrace your qualms.. For the times can wash away Your triumphs.. So surrender to me... Thats the only decree... Be HUMAN and learn to see.... That your just a drop in the ocean... To the masses alike a message that strikes.. No economy nor the politics will save the spike.. So surrender your arms & Embrace your qualms.. For you have to fill this up with sense... Be the human you are meant to be In the presence of this opportunity... Bow your head and align your being... To that which keeps you living.... Syn