Falling Apart..

Everything I see isn't as real as it seems,
Some irony of the past, suddenly they're my dreams..

I try to remember, never able to find,
The trails, these memories, all I've left behind...

And suddenly when it all seems to start,
Why am I falling apart?

Every prophecy is aimless, sure do I know,
Re-appearing everywhere, don't know where to go..

Like footprints in the sand, endlessly they lead,
Unfulfilled dreams of the past, a buried deed...

And she deceives my senses like it was an art,
And suddenly I see myself falling apart...

Don't wanna feel a thing, just stay numb,
would do anything to break free, never to succumb...

My feelings feel suffocated, so does my mind,
A little fury aghast, everything left behind...

As eternal conquest fails, the self begins to shatter,
You want to pull out badly, but strength you cant gather...

Why all of a sudden does it feel so wrong?
Wrong answers of these questions, I've waited so long....

My pride is scattered, I feel my soul depart,
Why me?! Why am I, falling apart?


-Atul Haldankar

The clock ticking...

Seems like I'm on a posting spree these days... This one's another set of lines which was a stage in life where I felt tied up, slowing down and didn't know where all this was leading..Most of us always have a fancy for clocks, their ticking sounds, classic dials, pendulums, and others hate the sound of the ticking..feels like every moment of life being ticked out of our souls like the sand in the hourglass losing a grain of sand every single moment..Here goes

The clock ticking...

I lived this life, felt so damn slow,
Laid my eyes on the clock, just felt the time go..

I tried to grab and catch it, run fast as I can,
Only to realize that she waited for no man....

I tried to live the moment, as it comes near,
Suddenly felt something whispered into my ear..

Enraged this fury, eternal homicide,
Tried best to avoid it, couldn't run or hide...

In my mind I hear this cry, my ear fill with pain,
The cry of the unexisting, imagination insane...

Suddenly I'm all alone terrified and,
Found this life's gone out of my hand...

All I could know that someone was tricking,
And suddenly I hear, the same clock ticking....

-Atul Haldankar

Voices...

This one made to the Bhavans College magazine back then..Matter of pride for me..Its one of those days when you get the creeps, or rather wanna try your hand at something paranormal, or maybe entirely psychological..One of my bestest dark creations..LOL..

Voices..

Would think it'd matter, dont think it'd seem,
But do we sometimes, when awake see dreams?

Have you ever though, ever looked around?
Ever heard any voices, some inaudible sound?...

Are you watching nightmares with wide open eyes?
No-one uttered a word, yet you hear a known voice?

These voices, seem many; Eternal conquest?
Or just our mind playing games at their best?

These voices, so real, where had they been confined,
A thought, this question, no answers could define...

Does life feel different, violent shuddering frames?
Do things move on their own, or do our eyes play games....

Does it ever feel dark, in broad daylight?
Does darkness seem to follow you, like the calling night?

This mysterious path shows up, when all else fails,
Life seems changing, and shows a different trail...

These voices got something to say, how in hell do i find?
Maybe somewhere i know the fact that it all lies in my mind...

What are these strange sounds, this familiar voice..
Is it something of the past with all these secrets despised..

I search for the answers, the darkness dont refrain..
These voices, they're maddening, they're making me go insane...

Be it my mind playing, or maybe truths from my past..
Will I ever find out, before I breathe my last?

-Atul Haldankar

How about...

This poem was my take at trying to consider things that we seem oblivious to at times...Its something asking us to think, and yet at the same time a striking feeling that "Yes, i have thought about this one sometime"...This poem dates back to 2003..Lemme know what you guys think



How about....

How about a life, that you never lived
How about a sacrifice, no-one would ever give...

How about a death you never though you died,
How about a cry that you never seem cried...

How about a creation no-one ever made,
How about something you never knew you said....

How about pain that'd never seem to end,
How about an enemy who you think is a friend.....

How about a revolution thats never been defined,
How about love thats hard enough to find....

How about a question no-one ever asked,
How about an identity thats ever masked....

How about perceptions we never reached,
How about prophecies, never preached....


How about a challenge thats never been taken,
How about faith thats never been shaken....

How about heights no-one ever scaled,
How about a victory thats never hailed....

How about a feeling thats never been felt,
How about a problem no-one ever dealt....

How about facts that you never knew,
How about legends noone ever spew.....

How about answers you will never find....
How about a fear thats one in its kind.....


Think about it

-Atul Haldankar