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?

Slow Dance

The pavements of stone

Yellow lights from 

Lamps on colonial

Lampposts

Aged are the

Buildings 

Cracks in the walls

Lights creep out

Lights sneak in

You walk out

Of the dusted

Wooden door

It creaks to announce 

Your arrival

All ballads fall short

To describe your dress

Your walk

The subtle yellow light

On your face

And the way you

Don’t talk

Your dress sways

And so do you

Eyes widen

Hearts beat faster

The look from the window

Dusted but clear

I see what I want to

Not the beauty queen

Beside me

I wish it was me

I wish it was me

Who was holding 

Your hand

One on the back

To feel the satin 

Again

I was

But I want to be

The guy in the black shirt

Rains 

It rains over me

Still I practice 

Hoping a day would come

We will sweetheart 

Dance in the dark. 

Black Rose

They watered you 

they watered me

Green sepals and a 

beautiful bud

our leaves

our thorns

alike.

The soil alike

our roots

intertwined

I thought we'll be

thrown away.

You motivated me

you are beautiful 

you said 

in your own way.

They looked at me 

but did not understand

turned to 

you

sunshine to you

my love I said.

We both don't move

But you move.

They watered you 

they watered me

They plucked you

They plucked me

You ended up in lover's arms

And I on soil again

of a burial ground.

You still said I

was beautiful

But who saw?

No one to bat an eye

at the black rose

 "More sunshine to you"

You beautiful pink one.

Three Fishes

Life is becoming too simple
Like the water of  a quiet pond
Silent surface, but life inside
The thing is though
I don't wish to dip my head in.

I could jump from where I am
into who I am
to be the only one alive
in this deep blue water.

I try to drown everytime
but the void inside
resurfaces me.

She stopped me this time,
said I'll come with you
I took her hands and jumped we
She leapt into the darkness
down below.

"There's nothing here, why is that so?
Just dead fishes, waters dark and slow"
She said I can help you bring some light
and released she three fishes
She swam above
her job was done.

I looked back and thought there will be light
The goddess of  had left all but to look at
three plastic fishes.

Tranquility (1)

Clad in a red robe

He washes his face under the waterfall

Everything is crystal clear

He gazes into the clouds 

A short figure is coming behind

Distant smoke he can smell

It reminds him of a simpler time

Of chasing monkeys with his pals

Dewdrops on orchid trees

Give a sense of 

Tranquility 

But he’s not satisfied 

With metaphors 

He takes a sip

Gets on his feet

He needs his stick

An old stick

A gift from his mentor 

So he says

Sturdy like the man himself

He takes his teachings seriously 

For it his only half his trek

It is day 13

No he hasn’t yet

He doesn’t know if he’s close

There are though footsteps 

Bigger than his

Sunk into the rocks

It is not the way of common men

For they simply do not

Understand

They seek peace in a lover’s hands

With fragile hearts and brittle bones

They can only contemplate 

But he does not put his mind to that

For he has bigger things

To tread wet green rocks and

And jungles free

In search of 

Tranquility. 

(To be continued)

Beside

It is dark blue

But pitch black down here

I can see you

I can feel you

But I miss you

The night is cold

But you are not

For you always have been

Radiant. 

I see silver moonlight 

In your eyes

You are now just glass

Waiting for someone 

To push you over

So you can break apart. 

And once again I join you

And join you

To see what it’s like

To be so close to a certain end

Knowing this isn’t it

For the one you trust 

Is right beside 

But are you?

Steps

I walked the desert today

No asphalt, no trails

Just hot unforgiving terrain

You cannot lay slow steps

If you do

It will trap you

My skin is burning 

My legs are giving up 

Still I test myself once again

I’ll cross someday 

This place which ate men

There was although 

A muddy patch

Quicksand 

I took a step of relief 

Cool cool mud

But I cannot stay

I’m sinking 

I must move

I seek comfort in people 

In the same way

It is a desert indeed

I’ve found quicksand 

Dilemma 

Stay or move?

I’ve given up control

I’m sinking. 

Unfinished

Little do you know 

About what echoes in the seas,

The show of supersonic screams,

About what they perform, about what they dream. 

 Little do you know 

About what rots on the surface,

The little beings that consume his remains,

His bony hand up high, his head in the ground,

Holding a faded family photograph,

This corpse, their stage, 

Come all fishes and surround. 

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 - Man's Tale

When the stars lost their shine

And darkness blazing forth.

When the days seemed numbered,

For the ground and skies both.

When the clouds seemed devoid of a silver line,

And the resting sun on the horizon lacked hope.

When the jaunty waves lost their moves

And imbecility overshadowed the gold.

And oblivion was on the way, it seemed as if

The devils of darkness from the underworld

Had surfaced to tackle man’s stronghold.

To cut down every raised hand,

To bring to ruin every bailey.

To bring obscurity to faith itself,

Not stopping unless every quanta of light

And every evidence of life was sold.

And the moment, defined by every man’s voice

Screaming, “It’s the end of days.”

In the wake of all the rusty skies,

Deeds became noble, and hearts went foul.

Venomed by the call of judgement

And ruled by barbaric austere.

Until one man, amongst the debris announced,

“Every dusk is a dawn, and

Spectral shows follow the storm.”

A spark which ignites the biggest fire of all.

Touché Shakespeare, well said,

“All the world’s a stage, and men merely players.”

But that one man led the skit of his time.

After whom everyone held hands,

And everyone felt strong.

When the darkness was won over,

All that was heard was applaud.

And He was just another man, who could take a stand,

Whom they called, their God.

Another small lesson

It was a chilly winter evening, the lamplight beaming down from the night sky. It was breathing yellow light, in an attempt to imitate the sun. As I walked down the ramp to the street, the cold asphalt, radiating peaceful vibes, and the proceeding blackness slowly uniting with the road. My eyes fell on the roadside. I witnessed a creature, one of the billion creations of God. It was a dog, relaxing on its feet, as stray as a weed on a deserted footpath. But he did not seem to care. Neither about the cruelty of the world, the harsh weather nor the sluttishness of time. I rested my bossom on the cold sands and sat beside him. He sensed my presence not more than the chilly winds. I turned to him, looked into his eyes. Like quicksand, his eyes were getting a grip on my regularity. It was not a mirror where you could see yourself. It was a window, a peephole. And I found a story hidden in his eyes. Some grotesque account, something that could not be woven into voices. His eyes sang a ballad his heart wanted to conceal. Silence surrounded him, gloom overpowered him. His innocent face hid the darkest secrets. I sat up on my place and offered him a loaf of bread. Forgetting everything, he consumed it completely, to the last, minutest quantum of it, with a sense of satisfaction man can barely imagine. So I let the silvery moonlight fall upon him as a healer. He reminded me of a past. Another regular evening, another small lesson, guess that is how its meant to proceed.

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.

Short Prose - A Happy Moment.

And as I looked up to the sky, it all seemed so, routine. Eddie Vedder was playing, and I could feel that with every pluck of the guitar string, a chill went through my body. A chill, which gave me warmth. The 'just another day' suddenly felt beautiful. Every quanta, every drop of the river of time, flowing softly seemed to brighten the day, like it was calling me to bask in it and find peace. With the soft wind flew hair, like the slow, warm ocean currents. And a smile, as true, as right as rain followed. I decided to remain quiet, as it was the sound of silence, louder than words which was slowly carving that happy moment. Time was a slut no more, it was a wizard, showering glittered magic on me. On us. Every touch of which turned my vital signs off, with every touch fell my level of sanity, and with every touch I realised, the beauty of life.

Poem - The One

Thank you,

For being the column of my arch.

For being the beauty of my heart.

For being the one who takes a stand.

For being there to hold my hand.

Thank you,

For healing me when I did lacerate.

For cheering me up whatever bring fate.

For fixing up my Achilles' Heel.

For beauty of life making me feel.

My micro-cosmos has no one but you.

I behold to you, for being true.

I held your hand, this delirium I escaped.

And in this golden moment, my life was shaped.

For me you're the night, you're the day.

We'd be infinity, if we would stay.

So let's forth on this heavenly track.

All I ask from you is,

To love me back.

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.