Points at Deep Might

On a sunny day
lying in sand of a beach
How long you've been here dear Ocean, I asked
The great sea played
many vocals in a breath taking moment
but it's my limitation to not hear the most beautiful chord

Slowly I walked into the blue water
letting the moss play with my feet
It feels like a tiny point
lost in a limitless ocean
with hands in hands
looking at another tiny point

- Neeraj Mathpal
July 26, 2010

Moves

Once an aggressive bloke,
today a passive weapon.
egressing
in true sense of composure
the blood which was soaked
by the sporadic flow of time,
hardness became softness.

to see the essence of life
to slow down with lesser moves
to bypass the tough times
to ignore the complexities.

he who opens the door,
welcomes everything with grittiness.
let the door remain open
marinate the whole shebang with neutral juice
fulfilling the profound impulse
of no ardor with absolute tranquility.


- Neeraj Mathpal
April 30, 2008

Journey Against Time

When combined
they make a force to reckon with
and in that bond
they can feel far beyond
the limitations,
but nothing original.
When separated
they like to be silent
and opportunities have to wait
patiently, quietly.
When they headed towards
the mirror,
it reflects the false persona,
survival becomes easy with this,
but grey colours-
always attached.
When the time is behind the footsteps,
it shows the true character
A twist in the tale of
red blood
with passion and aggression,
reflecting the triumph of humanity
patiently, quietly.

- Neeraj Mathpal
February 20, 2004

Frozen Breeze

In the absence of moonlight,
When the darkness is dense.
A silent question –
Are we loosing our sense.

In the middle of lazy thoughts,
When attitude has no meaning.
One more silent question –
When will we stop yawning.

In the beginning of sickness,
When we are sitting on our knees.
Final silent question –
Could we bring out the sparking breeze.

In the town of motivation, street of inspiration,
The sparking frozen breeze lives.
Answer to all questions –
Make the best use of whatever the frozen breeze gives.

- Neeraj Mathpal
August 10, 2005

Height

On a day
full of adventures
as I was climbing;
My aim was to get
the unlimited height
on the path of zero ness.

Find a lady
full of tears yet
looking like a Goddess;
To my pleasure she murmured
these are the tears
of pleasure after a long wait.

What!! Long wait -
I whispered
with strange expressions;
No is the answer
in silence.

The wait is for
creative philosophy
The wait is for
new original energy
against the law of
energy conservation.

Oops!! I cried
felt the conversion
of Goddess to madness;
Height looks attainable
but where is the height.

In front of computer
sitting in a non existing
big zero of eleven dimensions;
Madness is busy in
playing games with mind
to violate the laws of conservation.

-----Neeraj Mathpal
Dec-10-2004