Riposte Why the sun brightens our sky? or why there is a serene moonlight? there are always some reasons, but we always fail to undersand. And yesterday,when I met you at the crosslane, the same sun brightend my day ,and the moonlight kept me awake. On that night, You shimmered like the starlet in the skies, I followed you everywhere, even in your dreams But somewhere, I was still lonely waiting for you on that bennch,where you dropped your earrings in twillight. And today, When I crossed your casket draped in black, with the parish hymning His words of solace, in vain, my infallible mind tried to reason, the same lunatic night and the abberant sunlinght.
Riposte
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
Humble Pair
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
Humble pair I heard someone humming, number from the sixties blues “These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you” then, every hour I wondered, the very existence of my life, where some passes the judgment and I am the victim of parasites. We always keep conning the colors, the colors of black, white and grey And then one day, abruptly we relaize there are ashes lying silently in our grave. Even in my dreams, I hear someone whispering the same lines again. Then, I try to snub the arrant mankind behind and relish the green pastures everyday. Still,my boots are lying in the shelf, With the same I distance many destined places everyday. And before I repose silently in my tomb, I wish to walk the world with the same humble pair again.
Tryst
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
Tryst For years, following the shadows on bleak terrain, I was stranded alone with my delusions and some piranhas in my mind. I heard thee,babbling some words belying my might. Even the plebeians, were righteously denied the breathes of liberated life. But, now in my autumns, marooned at the acme of my tyrannical journey, I remember, looking at my ceasing veins, the soughs of the afflicts, and even thy words of bane. Thee always endowed wisdom, but my eyes were cloaked by whims of domineering the realm. And now, when I retrospect again, I find the sapient light silently shrouding my might.
Predator
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »Travailing under the dark skies,
she strolled through her realm.
with poise and the labyrinth mind,
Inhibiting the fathoms of night,
the silent steps galled her fate.
but still, she hounded the eternal land
trailing the laments of ape
and the fading cricket’s grime.
There, amidst the pensive woods,
she glimpsed the bevy
of the glistening eyes.
With intent she followed the glint,
and tried to abridge the famish mind.
Beneath the belligerent skies,
there the cervids stood unfazed.
some waited for the twilight to descend,
while some were predated by the fate.
With the slyness in every step,
she smelled the bracing air.
And when she drew near the grazing land,
she masqueraded herself
behind the shrubs of perennial time.
Then,after the long hiatus,
heeding the sound on the foliage
she flung the feeble in the air,
and clasped the antlers by her claws
and quivered the cervid till his last breath.
And then,
the dawn besieged the blemished night,
and she slumbered meekly on the dewy blade.
Every hour,
she waits for the same bleak night, (to descend)
and her eyes besets the insidious prey.
Poetry
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
I know ,Engraving some words on the warp,
the ink will soon precipitate in time.
Still, I continue my journey through these words
and cherish the bliss from every drop I embellish
Ah ! bliss I yearn ,
When I purge my modest slate
and carve my destiny everyday.
AUM
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
Om….Om…..om….. Each twilight, syllable defining death and life, resonates the pristine air around me. I hear the silent whispers of myriad souls, many of them are paupers and the few revered ones, purging their souls, some on banks of holy river, while many on other side of horizon, enthralling my mind and body. Every day, many reason the existence of their lives, erstwhile, for years even I marvelled on my being. But somewhere now I have realize this void of continuity, and like the humble stream of perennial rivulet begetting the incessant civilization around it, I embrace the elements of eternal reality. Some ruminates on the desire of liberation, while many stroll the distances in search of rhapsodic tale. Even I am a reflection of such vagabonds, but with the only treasure I inherit from ages, I repose my callow soul with the eternal bliss, while I embark on the new journey in tranquility.
Retropsect
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »
How blemish is my fate? yester night, when stars embellished the skies, thee were by my side While I was far awake, meandering in my dreams. Even after the sweet toil that I everyday perceive, and ripe the fruits of my deeds Still I find myself incomplete Every hour on the wooden perch, parish sings thy praises, infants applaud thy mysteries, Still, they fail a glimplse of thee. And after days of stringing and unstringing life, my infallible mind was asleep when thee arrived. my heart fails to regret, not witnessing your light, But only wish I seek,like flute of a reed, always replete my life with thy melodies.
Silence
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »Walking down the lane again,
I follow the silent grimes of the night
where every hour, I hear the same
silent woods,
runnel,
words,
rues,
anguish,
heart,
inflictions,
void,
and the same silent time.
Yearn
April 22nd, 2011 No comments »Gazing the parched land
and then the hallowed skies,
With each hour,
I yearn to twine my gnarled fate ,
Even the crevices of this bleak land
now,laments for the new bracing life
Stealthily,
I had jaunted the foothills of every shrine,
and acceded to the demigods of frantic mankind.
Imploring for the source of enriched existence,
But even they strangled my amulets of time.
Still,
my dire eyes aches for the callow soul
conceived in the wombs of Mother earth for ages.
Every time, when the seared sun glistens the land,
I rue for the contentment of moist spirits in the air.
Now,
even the dearth languishes for the Elixir of life.
Alternative last two lines:
Every day, when the seared sun glistens the land,
I rue for the contentment of moist spirits in the air.
And when the darkness descends,
I cease my penance for the Elixir of life .
Crux
March 21st, 2010 No comments »Crux
Beneath the eyes of the pagan lords,
Universe reposes with a dubious mind.
Fawns cringes the labyrinths of dark,
and sycophancy reigns the twilight,
With every existence, an incisive mind is born
conceiving the froth of his earlier fugitive pace.
Some tries to purge their minds with time,
While some disparage their wounded souls.
But every hour pall
enshrouds the motifs of life.
some midgets finds the grave,
others cremate their dwarfed lives.
Every being endows back the basic elements,
Still the apparition cannot mortify his deeds.
Every mutilated
hymns with lorn eyes
deliverance from mankind,
redeeming their immortal being in futile.
but only thing he assays again,
is the redemption of his embalmed life.
Adieu
March 19th, 2010 No comments »Adieu
With every nail, you sabotaged my dream,
the illusions
my wilted mind had foreseen.
Oh Lord!
en kindle their coveted
souls with some vigor,
before my whims smolders in ashes.
Silently,
I enter the gates of abyss,
the fate nurtured by the prowess of my
deeds.
I hear the grimes of the vindictive congress,
for whom I
was once a sadist deity.
Oh Lord!
Wither my body before the
dawn,
I fear even the dew under my feet.
The trigger that ran
through many heads,
vehemently, I poised it on my forehead.
Stranded
alone I moved towards the windowsill,
and my eyes reached the
horizons with vanity,
gazing the realm now besieged with
obsequiousness,
I implore, my kin fortifies my unrealized dream.
A
loyal sentinel warding my castle for ages
Somehow from the watch
tower,
he too construed the augurs on my face
And his eyes
whispered “Adieu my General”.
Amidst the silent echoes of despair,
I
ran the barrel on my forehead,
while he triggered in the air.
Bare Journey
March 7th, 2010 No comments »Bare journey
Under the valiant skies of despair,
She heard the putrid breathes of might.
Beyond the ridges,
the crimson light fades.
while the knights promenade
abridging the varied horizons of time
veiling the robes of forlornness,
she wandered the land bathe in red,
and followed the knights in unison
amidst the sound of clutter in the air.
With slight furrows on her forehead
and a flaccid skin on her face,
she witnessed the fraught battle of might,
where the knights inhibited the ghouls every hour
and she meandered her way with the obscure sight.
Now,
they have reached
the dark woods of ‘Ymir’,
where they are besieged
by the forces of “The Tempter”.
While the kinder perceived
the grimes of the sullen land,
A lad from the kin assailed
the midgets with audacious might.
By the dawn,
the sun kissed the horizons,once again.
And the knights foiled the ghouls
in the battle of righteousness.
Again,
they marched the morbid land with vanity,
Even the grey lady commenced her journey.
Strolling the lands,
that ordained the battle of pious deeds,
she witnessed the callow light
shimmering on the blade with tranquility.
she reached the blade with the partisan mind,
And found the young cadaver stranded behind.
Her parched eyes defied everything,
she then poised his head on her lap
and hymned something muting his eyes.
she drew some vessel from her knitted bag
and offered bran pudding to her abated child.
Then,she purged the blade from the stains,
And ceased the journey with a gossamer mind.
Shot
January 15th, 2010 1 comment »As my mama watched,
I shot my dad by the night.
And I walked down the rhine,
I,
then cried…………………
She knew I was there,
purging my numb palms
besides the shrine,
Where I learned with my dad
to Walk the line.
It was on the same riverbed,
He taught me to fish a shrimp
And with his crippled limbs
He endowed me the wings to fly
When I was wean,he said me once,
While I was playing
with whiskers on his face,
‘Never let your Mama shed a tear’
Then i started playing again
with a smile and callow eyes.
Today, when I entered his room
I stared into mama’s eyes
gazing the catheter with the smile
and patiently veiling the obscured nights
Then, I sat besides my dads bed,
he whispered sheepishly in my eyes,
‘She is a mannequin of strength
Don’t let her shed any tears’
And i moved out wih a sullen mind.
When I was seven,
I remembered the closet
where he hid his barrel for the time.
I sputtered the line and reached the closet,
While I was still yearning the days,
where he can follow me in my flight.
And then,
As my mama watched,
I shot my dad by the night
And I walked down the rhine
I, then cried…………………
Idiosyncrasy
January 15th, 2010 No comments »
There she was left stranded on the pavements,
where she tried to sear her grave lunacies.
And then,
while strolling down the same crossroads,
where she had once ceased her journey before,
she found someone abiding by her pace.
Stealthily,with a scythe she moved towards the new barn,
to get veiled from someone following her way.
Now, basking in the halo of eternal sunshine
she be little herself remembering that someone,
who from the gnarled warps carved her gossamer fate.
Questions
January 15th, 2010 No comments »As Young sang somewhere in time,
“Are you ready for the country”
And the days,
when we struggle to find one nibble,
somewhere his words still whisperers me.
Yesterday,
when I strolled along this trodden lane,
the urchins fiddled with gross of stench.
and amidst their callow play in the wind,
they found their fictile cans and earned their bread.
Then ,
I gazed at the shimmering lights of despair
and walked down the desolated Main Street.
to clear the thin line of dubiety,
where once,had augured my State’s destiny.
I know, I was born in this small town,
Still elated, that I can breathe here.
But, when I hear
several prophecies vilifying many minds.
I fall back again on those vernal days,
where many avid eyes (like me)
had a pipe dream of nation
and not a mere realm of cadavers, that I foresee.
And my parched mind whispers advertently,
“Are you ready for the country ?
