Live

I walked on 

And on 

And on

Wore the shoes

they gave me

Never enjoyed the sand

Mirage of appreciation 

And sand dunes

of lies

What I hold is 

Slipping away

I am in woe

of losing what I don’t want. 

I set the roof so high

I can’t hear the raindrops 

Silver is the sky

and my memories in

Monochrome

Home

Where is home?

On this the stairway

to all things great?

This what I made love to?

A motherly embrace?

The unholy pleasure of 

Substance?

Hence I deem

it meaningless. 

That hickey on your body, meaningless

Top of the stairway,

meaningless

The strip under your tongue,

meaningless 

The castle on the clouds, 

meaningless

Warm touch of mother,

meaningless. 

Mother

Dilemma

I do not know

Whether to live

Or to live longer?

Homeward Bound

I told my son, come walk with me.

One obedient son. But today he asked,

"But why, Father?" Although in fright;

"Son watch my back, as I challenge His might."

He was small and weak, so followed me.

As I tread along the mountain path,

My innocent little one, once again asked,

"Father, where are we headed? Why do you climb?"

I said they say up above there originates a light.

"Isn't it the sun, Father? That shines so bright?"

"Well" I said, "Stop the talk."

"This road is a challenge, will you let me walk?"

He did quieten up, and I walked on.

Another hundred steps, until he asked,

"But father, why would you?

Has He done a great wrong?

Are His hands red?"

This infuriated me, I said, " Your sister is dead.

He took her away. Still love Him?"

"But everybody says she rests in peace."

"Keep quiet Martin" I said "and follow up."

"But Father, He created nature.

He created the rivers, the valleys,

He created the forest and the tree.

He created the very mountain on which you walk so free."

I looked back at him, and as soon as I,

Did this I tripped, had a fall.

On the ledge, to hold onto my hand was all.

Thousand feet above the ground, so close to death.

A hand reached me, still heavy was my breath.

"Take my hand, Father", said my son,

And I shrank within.

The world around me shrank, too.

The moment of reckoning was here.

The moment of knowing what was where.

Holding my son's little hand, I shrank.

Little did I realise,

The years do not matter.

And the years did not matter.

What mattered in that moment,

was the journey,

Homeward Bound.

I in my child's innocent worldly ways,

Found my true calling,

As I was Homeward Bound.

Poem- The Dawn

Daybreak,

The sun begins to shine,

and defines dawn.

When I look up I see

a cloud with a silver line.

Like a waterfall the sunrays,

washed away my sins.

And all the lakes turn to mirrors,

the same I was avoiding,

now I was bathing in.

And as I strolled on under the morning sky,

on the sunlit sidewalk wincing I.

Felt a fresh wind upon my face,

and as my walk ended,

a new life began,

I felt of a different race.

The grotesque chapters of my life I closed.

I have turned to a being from a corpse.

I have chosen this morning, for a life,

though  be I brimmed with remorse.

Poem - The Leather Shoe

Done and dusted, I watch the sun set.

Walk the unwalked, get sordid and wet.

I've got a twin, too, we have long walks.

Many priceless moments, many silent talks.

Together we were worn, coalesced we both.

For this journey of countless miles, we set forth.

Through dusk and dawn, we worn ourselves out.

But enjoyed ourselves, 'cause we both were stout.

But time's changed, it's not the same anymore.

I liked greens under me, like them journeys before.

We used to climb a thousand hills.

Jumping above rocks, all the thrills.

I recall all those days, in this rack.

Hoping to get the sun, get on the journeys back.

I know my fate, soon I will be thrown.

And only as a piece of leather, will I be known.

Poem - Hallucinations

As I relaxed, bent back on the chair,

Effete I was, dived into my mind.

And before I could realize, badinaged I

Seeing something unreal, reaching its hind.

And what I saw, left me flabbergast.

Those corners I presumed fallow, weren't the same.

Colorful memories, blooming like flowers,

But I couldn't recall any, what a shame?

What have I done to myself?

What have I become? Am I a waif?

'Cause when I was there, felt I serenity,

But now I'm awake, I feel unsafe.

And that's how my life flashed

Right in front of me.

The bloom of memories, hallucinations,

They set my soul free.

Poem - The Unspoken

Open them ears, O' listeners!

The walls want to speak.

They speak no great as a leader, nor sweet

as a song from a nightingale's beak.

What they reveal is an ugly truth.

A truth no one of us can bear,

says it sees a thousand die,

of a certain end we fear.

Of all the great visionaries that lived and died,

the wall still stood there.

It is yes, covered by royal blood,

but about it no one did care.

Spent years to contemplate, urging to speak,

to tell the truth I reckon

But you were so busy with mortality,

You never saw me beckon.

You perceived me as an obscure bailey,

while I protected in wars and marauds.

That young royal blood you praised,

while I deserved the applauds.

Poem - Horizon

It's me

In the morning, the evening you see

I caress the sun,as if he was my own

With me it rises, and shines bright

I know in the end, in me will it drown.

He sits in my lap, I spend nights with him

I am like a mother, overlooking her child

My hands upon him, I pat him mild.

It's my caring nature, due to which he

Shines brighter everyday, it's my love which 

Makes him soar in the sky, merry and gay.

Above me resides god, below me man

Over me rests the great, Almighty's hand

Everyone searches for my heart, no one succeeds

I am the horizon, with me the day proceeds.