the country’s grief…..

A ball in the feet of beauraucrates,
A shuttlecock, hit by rackets of authorities,
All I am now is just a piece of land,
And the sacrifices, just history,

The “independence day” celebrated,
High-sounding promises stated,
Each promise meant to be broken,
It’s the way go our policies,

“The system needs to be updated,
An enlightened moderation we need”
Forgotten the motto, forgotten are the values,
A contentious issue, myself, thy country,

Five decades of my being have passed,
Influence peddling everywhere I see,
I see the nightclubs, dance parties,
Elites and their sumptuous feasts,

Kick backing reigns on my chest,
Fragmented my corpse in sects seventy three
Extremism running in my veins,
Helpless, my soul bleeds…

Constitution, worth a piece of paper,
A joke; peace and harmony,
Merits thrown in trashcan,
The only merit—approach and pedigree,

The media representing me,
Displaying shamelessness, nudity,
A woman’s elegance, her beauty,
Fathomed by her sex appeal

Budgets planned, revenues generated,
Fraudulent economic policies,
“Equal distribution of money”
Gifts me starvation, poverty

Banks robbed in the morn,
My honor disgraced in daylight,
Moreover, it’s “her’ put in question,
“God! A harlot is she!”

A human body has no worth,
“We need papers and fee”
The series of deaths go on,
While filling “administrative responsibility”

And I mourn and sigh again,
My heart full of grief,
My eyes, await a patriot,
Who shall teach us humanity…

for the special kids……….

I clad myself in a new white dress,
A 5000-rupee note in my hand,
And I feel so proud of myself,
My face beaming with glee,

Desires of new perfumes and clothes sacrificed,
No purchases from college canteen,
The first instance of the months
Awful experience in that academy…..

Feeling so high of my self,
Shining my eyes with conceit,
Adding my pay to my pocket money,
I leave my place for donation to charity……….

A “Special kids’ school” I enter into,
“Poor souls with body incomplete!”
I see them shouting, I see them playing,
I watch them all with pity,

And I call for the school’s head boy,
Was a boy of 14, 15,
The sounds of his crutches I hear,
Deprived he was of normal feet,

An eye-to-eye contact we made,
“Holds high his haughty head, eh!’
Thinking of him as a loathsome creature,
I was an emblem of vanity,

Shocked I was, at his reply,
“Charity from folk like you, we don’t need”
Infuriated, I asked him the reason,
For returning my precious money.

“You think of yourself as a bounty of heaven,
You beauty in late teens,
Take my word, it’s not us,
Rather “you” who’s incomplete,”

“We don’t walk on the path to damnation,
If we have no feet,
Tell me of the congregations and scriptures,
That with your eyes you see”

Society full of “your” bestowing,
Starvation, injustice, poverty,
How long has it been, before thy Lord,
You asked for forgiveness on your knees,”

“I measured your soul within a second,
You girl with your “body” complete,
It’s the feelings, not the corpse,
That makes us a masterpiece,”

“Lovely fingers like you we don’t have,
Deprived of hands are we,
We don’t kill and steal like you,
If you understand piety,”

“Angels reside in our deformed bodies,
Lacking audibility and speech,
We don’t abuse, not eavesdropping we do,
Form this sinful world we’re free,”

Become our voice, become our hope,
Our strength, our visibility,
Lend me your hand for just one day,
Accompany me in the world of my dreams,” ]

“Show us the Lord with thy eyes,
Call to prayer, for once I want to hear,
Paint the colorless world of ours,
Buy us a day without being pitied,”

Stirring my soul, shattered my conceit,
I embrace the boy as I weep,
Tears washing my sins, I feel so pure,
Now I understand superiority

come to me again……..

I am alone in my room, the clock strikes one,
closed my eyes, I see her around,
sick I am again in this cruel Autumn,
missing your bangles, the way they sound……..

so alone I am, come to me again!
dark is my room, come, draw the curtains,
lifeless I am , bring life to me again!
dead, numb , like the leaves that fall in this Autumn,

caresse my hair, sing me to sleep,
give me the touch of your fingers again!
photographs, the pages of my diary weep,
paint my life, with your colours again!

wilted, flowers in the vase, melted are the candles,
walls of my room, yearning for your lullaby again,
the rock chair , missing the song of your bangles,
For God’s sake, come to me again!!

thousand lifes to be sacrificed, a moment with you,
the love in your eyes, the warmth of your shawl,
my pain that soothens by a mere touch of you,
dedicate it to me, come to me again!!

goodbye………

Goodbye my love, it’s time to depart,
The journey of zeal and zest now comes to an end,
And I leave you with all my blessings,
Maturity, faith and strength permanent,

Effulgent was the moment we met,
I held your hand, felt the innocence,
Rage and passion that was limitless,
The days of failure, the nights wet,

I feel in you as a river in a sea,
Dwelt in you as sorrow and glee,
And all the nights in which you mourned,
I assured you of a novel dawn.

I made you the “daddy’s girl”, “mom’s angel”
Narrator of our love, a poet by soul,
A person so firm, a reincarnated devil,
Everyone now praises, “The head strong girl”

Summer and winter, spring and autumn,
Everyday emerging in a new season,
The way we danced in the majestic monsoons,
Promising determination to the full moon

Time to depart, ends our navigation,
Six years of being together, prayers for a wonderful life,
Cherished be the moments of being adult and adolescent,
“Good bye for good, the teenage years of your life”

a suicide bomber’s last moments

I draw my pay-cheque from the bank,
Bonus with salary outshines,
I’ll donate some to charity,
Today is a day of its kind,

A pair of earrings for my lovely better half,
An embrace from her in delight,
A dinky car for my boy of four,
A doll for my girl of nine,

A dinner to be thrown to friends,
My diligence and honesty will shine,
My life holding my hand,
Oh! Life seems so high, so sublime,

A thousand years I want to live,
Seeing dressed up my lovely wife,
All my weariness sheds away,
By my girl’s innocent smile,

In this beauteous land of dreams,
I fly, I run, I dive,
A five minutes more drive you see,
And then entrance in home of mine,

All my dreams dashed to earth,
My heaven burnt to hell,
Dead corpses of my kids and wife,
And ashes of my dwelling divine,

I know not of the suicide bomber,
I know of no love, no one is mine,
I a moment a thousand deaths I die,
Broken my heart with the broken chimes,

In the fraction of a second, ah! My life!
That was so calm and fine,
Snatched away by fire of hatred,
Nebulous, this game of time,

Revenge my religion, blood shedding my mission,
I know of no relations, no delight,
This agony and pain I want to end,
And these sleepless nights,

The device ticking beneath my shirt,
Four times the people will die,
A moment of fear I want to create,
In these mosques, temples and shrines……..

Life will end in a few seconds,
And I will burn to death,
People will hate me, people will curse me,
The media with their responses and replies,

A suicide bomber shall be remembered,
Slaughterer of humanity and values,
No one to cry for the man, who had relations,
And madly in love with his wife

philomel melody

scattered are the rhymes, scattered the cassettes,
which tune to be played? vanished, the notes,
replete with love is my casket,
and to my life, which tune to devote?

the feeling of your presence captivates me,
singing with ecstasy, the useless flute,
the spell of your image, and a wonderful rhapsody,
oblivion is it, what to think? what to review?

instruments that play the heart’s song,
and the melody enunciating the lyrics,
louds the jingles, the beats are strong,
a dream is it, or a moment mystic?

seducing the guitar, your fingers, being the plectrum,
an unearthly tune dancing on the piano keys,
and I am floating in a word of conundrums,
the merry in the whistle, the eyes read,

come and talk to me, black and white,
clad your self in this rhyme, above lounge and moods,
Soaking myself in this rhythm, this majestic reprise,
this rhyme, above mosaic, above blues…

a moment of rain…..

my moment of solitude, this moment of rain,
silence ventriloquist, and the initial aroma,
touches the earth, with love and ardour,
the fragrance that dwells in this divine aqua,

I envisage at the splenduour of God’s envision,
this drizzle, this rejoice, the freshness, the culmination,
frankinsence of love, the ecstasy imprisoned,
soaking in rain, profundity of my imagination,

this night so dark, yet so brilliant, so effulgent,
luminiscent my soul, an emblem of glee,
the trees that embrace, this state of seduction,
the mystical liberty, mythical, the sense to be free,

I am immersed in rain, wash my torments,
falling on my self, playin with the air–fragrant,
wash my sins, subject my sighs to erosion,
erotic prognostication, majestic navigation,

a wolrd of merry, delightful predicitons,
trvaelling with this rain, to a zone of oblivion,
abone these shrines, this earth, domains of imagination,
to a world of joys, radiance, self satisfaction

painful memories

i see two friends, i smile , and i walk away,
the world so full of reasons to remind you,
replete with glee, colours and gay,
you are all around, with me, i feel you….

and the rain that falls on this vale,
and the autumn leaves that fall apart,
love for you, in my heart still remains,
as permanent as this vale, the trees, bare..

things go and things remian,
like the way stands high this dried up fountain,
loved ones come and the apart,
feelings in the heart, for good, sustain

immensed in your love, i am immortal, i crumble,
i am burning, breaking like a crystal,
like the string that burns along with the candle,
remmbered is the light and wax, the thread, just forgotten…

and i am the sea on which these ships sail,
people visiting my coast, they go,
and the full moon that touches my veins,
empty, alone, i go on, i flow…

nights and days that colour the sky,
they arrive, depart, the sky stays there,
flowers of the morning glory, sprite ..and wilt away….
the honey bee that still loves them ,,..it still flies there..

the sand that lays after the sand storms,
like the cactus in the sun,
flowing in my soul is a tempest of thoughts,
to remember you, so many reasons this world has brought!!

tears that fall from eyes, the dreams, shattered,
the eyes remain there, hopeful as the nature,
burried in me is the past, and the moments present,
for not the ocean dies in rivers, but the rivers in ocean…

and i am so alone like the moon in the heaven,
so incomplete, like moon in eclipse,
love stays there, never ending is the relation,
though you are gone, the affiliation is deathless………

waiting for the first light

a girl in pink, of eight or nine,
mischeivious eyes, bewitching smiles,
she enters my lawn, secretly, quickly,
looking for her shuttlecock, reads my insight,

and her age stands at the fulcrum of innocence,
knows no pain, this angel gormless,
a shuttlecock i am, life, a fomulaic jargon,
entrapped in loneliness, my salubrious sanctum,

oscillates between fate and despair, my life, a pendulum,
this birthmark on my face, and for world, i’m a gorgon,
gospels of society, this girl will understand,
an ungly person…should never have a friend!!!

silence my dress, my ugliness—my hallmark,
no companion with me, to sing or to lark,
this isolated person, so sad, so saccharine,
not sapient of salvage of this moments sublime…

involed i am, legacy of this second divine,
nespultura of darkness, myself, mylife,
rockets of hatred, will hit me forever,
O! how i wish to embrace this girl of nine,

peeping form my window, i see her going,
exasperated and beaten , these currents of misgivings,
flared up is my soul, tears that drop off my eyes,
that still wait for a friend, a day break, the first light

ends up another day of life

the amrs of the clock are in motion,
the second arm rotaes and rotates,
and i watch it going the 60 seconds,
and 30 minutes for the other to navigate..

the dead hour of the night, and i am alone,
burned in the silence is the rhetoric rhapsody,
myself, my rocking chair, unaccompanied, forlorn,
the ticking of the clock, reprise of my melancholy,

my pen laying on table, the empty papers,
the forgotten carols,moments celestial,
another day to come, filled with remarks censurous,
that would end with a poem lugubrious,…

a sad day ending up, quarter to twelve,
a person alone, a person friendless,
playing with words, they say, i m a poetesss,
feelings my cladding, rhymes my apparels,

the clock keeps ticking , ends up another day of life,
to hail other day, to be reviled,
words from the broekn heart, people call diadem,
and i am all alone, painful feelings, their momentum….