Somewhere down the road...

Down the road, where they chose to walk alone

Somewhere they knew how I was wrong

They tried screaming, harder to pull my stars

To tell me how I tore them apart

 

Stories they unfold, for me to act

Am I the stone flowing through the waves?

Without a life, and a feelings to care

I’m a paper, where they come and test

 

Louder their voice, feeble my breathe

Jumped high enough to fall and break

Chained, I can’t escape my lines of fate

Knocked harder for sins, in smiles to fake

 

Slowly it fades with mystery on my plate

Distant and disappeared, till my eyes gazed

An exception, I thought would make me undead  

It’s pale again, Red frame of blue- wise and best

 

Down the road, where I chose to walk alone

Somewhere I knew they too were wrong

I tried screaming harder to pull those stars

To tell them how they tore me apart

 

Gopal Trital

29 Nov'12

“Story of a traveler”

“Story of a traveler”

24 November/ Gopal Trital

 

Long road

An endless travel

Cool air takes me back to

Your memories, distant now

 

Up from the mountain

I see a village of yours

Where once I had stopped by

To see how it feels to be alive

 

I can’t have roots anywhere

For I am made to move

You see those horizons pulling me,

Into the unknown?

Yeah, I see nowhere except this road

If life permits I shall get back again

To see how it feels to be alive

 

Till then, the traveler keeps up his walk

On the road, endless travel

But, whenever a cool air would strike

It will bring back your memories, for sure.

Long roads….Long roads…

Long Roads…. Back to you..

After years n years that I travelled

 

It’s been ages that I left for unknown

Somewhere, where I could never reach

Every second, I wished I could live again

The life of my choice, but I failed

I was misguided by my own destiny

 

Deserts everywhere inside the green

Surrounded by stony hearts and mysterious grin

But, the lure kept on pulling me hard

The greed to get more and more, of what?

Every second, I wished I could live again

The life of my choice, but I failed

I was trapped, puzzled in my own destiny

 

Now, after all it has ended

I have grown old, without powers

Without fuel to ride further

I am here, back to your place

To relive how it feels to be alive

Will you be there to make me smile?

 

After a long session of my cries

I am tired now; take me into your arms

No more walk, no more running hard

I want to rest here besides your love

 

Oh! Even you have changed

The place looks different

And, you’ve your own boundaries to maintain?

Walls, it’s too late to break into these

Demanding me to be away from your reach

 

Let the life be taken cared

In search of invisible, the creator

Now, no more a wanderer

Without a complain, or tears, or memories

Of everything I saw, till ages I lived

But still, feels vacuum, deep inside

Let the vacuum be filled in now,

Silently I sleep; gradually I’m healed

The sound of heart fading, farther

Here I rest,

In the lap of my invisible Mother

At Koffee Shop!

when I sit here
plunging into your eyes
a mirror of infinite happiness
I try to freeze this moment
just here
and, as I look beyond this window
I can feel the shore is near
though I've learnt something
from that you said
life is all about smiling

Away from my own control..

Against my greatest strength
Notwithstanding this pain inside
Continuous sailing towards the unknown
I hope to lie down for a while
In the realm of chain-free happiness
Amidst giant waves, frozen water
I wish I could turn it off
This noise, for a while
That’s been pulling me hard
Away from my own control

I close my eyes, to see the unseen
Where I travel not through this sea
But through my own highway of heart
Where stars not only twinkle but guide
to fight the warring darkness, to peace
but, trapped in a conspiracy of a black magic
your twinkling eyes, an indefinite loop
I can’t escape
I wish I could turn it off
This noise, for a while
That‘s been pulling me hard
Away from my own control

I question; is there a heaven
Or an angel to hold my finger
Or there exists a world without stares
Where I can smile like a year old child
Or dance under the rainbow in the wild
But, why this reminder now and then
Fantasy is the world to define them
I can’t jump through
I wish I could break this wall
Bordering this world of mine to that

16 Nov 2012 / Gopal Trital

We are a mirror; yes, we are.

We are a mirror
Yes we are
Reflection of their images
They’ve in their minds

But, never can they see
What we really are
But, their own traits
We are a mirror
Yes we are

Everyone is an audience
To what they want to see
Not to discover us
What we really are
For we are a mirror
And beneath their images
We have genuine identities

Spectators can never hear
Our stories and songs
Of optimism and care
For we know
We are just a mirror
To what they want to see

Reflection of their minds
They give us a name
To describe those images
Of their own reflections
Not to discover us
What we really are
Not to hear
Our stories and songs
But to see their own images
For we are a mirror
Yes we are

08 Nov 2012 / Gopal Trital

In a deserted Island...

In a deserted island
of my imagination
where no flower blooms
In silence, where no birds fly
It's strange I don't seek for help
No tragedies of thirst or hunger
No race, rush or obligations

I rest on the beach to feel the wave
Mysterious waves of endless sea

Bordered by horizon at infinity
Above my head, blue sky
completely isolated, like me
Yet, it's strange I don't feel alone

Suddenly there's a movement
A big ship somewhere on the sea
Not too far beyond my cry
or I could have given a try
I favor not to stand, unaffected
It's strange I don't want to leave

In a deserted island
of my imagination
where no flower blooms
in silence, where no birds fly
You are closer to me
sitting by my side, reading my eyes
Holding my fingers, n silent speech
And, it's in this deserted island
we can be all we are
no race, rush or obligations
Just these waves of sea
Playing music
to celebrate my dream

09 Nov/Gopal Trital