Man will but dead one day.
His body decays to the soil,
And make it fertile.
His memories will energize the soil,
And make seed to sprout to a plant.

One day, that plant will blossom,
Flowers are his beautiful memories of his love.
All unsatisfied love is more romantic,
That romance is the aroma of the flowers.

Those aroma from the flowers dissipate to air,
And announce to the world, 'He too had a love story'.
Those flowers yet not turn to a fruit,
Lost in mid of heavy rain and thunder.

Once upon a time there was a village,
Whose borders were sealed with a stone wall.
No one  knew when the wall was built,
And no one knew what lay beyond the wall.

Brave ones in the village tried to climb the wall,
But the climb went on and on to infinity.
Lo and behold they gave up the climb,
And settled for their mundane lives.
 

One day a villager dreamt of huge mountains,
That circled the wall and protected the village.
The village lauded the man as a prophet,
And and they sang praises for the eternal mountains.

Elders of the village banned the skeptics,
From questioning the existence of the mountain,
To protect the feelings of the prophet’s followers,
Who called themselves the “Mountainists”.

Another man dreamt that there was an ocean,
Which circled the walls and nurtured the village.
He became the high priest of mother ocean,
And his followers were called the “Oceanists”.

Debates errupted in the village town hall,
Between the mountainists and oceanists.
Though both groups claimed they stood for love,
They kept hurting each other’s feelings.

There was a tramp girl who lived by the country side,
Who asked questions about the truth beyond the wall.
She declared aloud that there was no proof,
For the eternal mountains or the nurturing ocean.

Villagers called the girl the “Scientist”,
And urged her to stop asking questions.
Mountainists and oceanists warned her alike,
That she would rot in hell.

The tramp girl made up her mind to seek the truth.
She filled her backpack and started the climb.
Rain drenched her and sunlight burned her.
But the tramp girl continued the climb.

Down in the village the situation turned bad,
As the mountainists and oceanists clashed.
Debates gave way to violent fights,
And then to a full scale war.

The tramp girl still continues her climb with zeal,
Knowing more about the wall every day.
Though she knows the truth is far away,
She knows her purpose is to climb.

Beyond cute, high and proud
Joyous even in the way she moved
Climbing and falling improvised her music
Until a pimple changed her voice

Her eyes lighting up tried to steal a kiss
'No' said her parents, you are too young
They held her close, not to feel strange
But she felt sweating in their wrap, not knowing that was her safest dwell

Her wedding bell rang with fluent and convincing promises
she blushed with radiance for a lifetime love
But it was just about what you do in bed

He is ours, You don't suit us, You are black...be ashamed of…echoed that home
'I am flawlessly beautiful', screamed her heart
With her head down and tears falling

She yearned for her safest dwell

To them, she turned a paranoid mess
Those days of the month, when she bleeded
labeled impure to touch her,

When she was dying in bits with her cramps on floor
'I bleed for a new life' screamed her heart

With pain and anguish cloak between thighs
She yearned for her safest dwell

Aah! this child of her's they stare at so
Seeing limits on him and laughing at her

Why compare one against another?
'Accept him' she screamed from her heart

Unlike as night from day
She yearned for her safest dwell

Sentenced before the numbness of senses

Broken and shattered, she laid battered
Her convulsive sobs remained unheard
Barely spared with one more breath to survive

Almost out of air, far beyond repair, wrecked
She ran to her safest dwell

By then, she had lost her voice gasping in the grave
But the warmth of her place echoed to her;

"You are not fallen. You come from strong roots, dear!
You were not taught to feel inferior, abused or imposed upon!
See, You were built to withstand everything You went through
You deserve everything you wish
Go, Get hold of your life"

Inching her way back, she desired nothing more

With an image split and the ashes left behind
Pity her not, she's craving to heal and soar
When she realizes she's more than just a woman
She picked up her pieces to rebuild herself

When she penned her destiny with a smile on her face

She looked beautiful than she has ever been before
Yet remains untold, that has been defined

Oblivious to the naked eye, far beyond my intuitions

Lay a pompous inner me, lurking behind those emotions

Triumphant at times, defeated at most

But behold, those feelings surely, I do host.

Candid thoughts do arise, prompting hearts to think

Actions once taken, takes a lot to sink

Why do they happen, let alone one think?

Human race that we are, probably that is the thing.

A wonderful day on which she is born,
Tons of messages flying around,
Some as lengthy forwards,
Some as colorful smileys,
This Birthday gets better every minute,
Till the End of the day when...
Clear All Chats on WhatsApp
Cleared all the memories too !!

There hangs from the rafter, a few pounds of

Young meat in the butcher shop, drained out of

Blood, the thud of heart and any signs of life;

Tumbled about the stooping head is the tress,

Which flows in the wind as ends the duress,

As well as the hard-pushed journey and its strife.

Before this was a flutter, during the elope,

As the frail skin warded off the grating rope,

An effort which only tightened the knot more,

While hands try to grasp something, even the air,

Many times before ending the show of gore,

And then slowly coming to a halt inside the snare.

And before this crept a fear, in every slumber,

In the crackle of dry leaves when beasts lumber,

Or in the creak of the makeshift door unbolting

In the wind, proving it had swallowed all of us,

That what had happened was a tremor, jolting

Everyone out of normality and pushing into ruckus.

And before this was a run, followed by lustful

Steps, through the spooky estates, on the path full

Of lewd tongues, paused only to gasp and pluck

Shards from the feet, and retrograded by a clasp,

Which tore up the fleece, dragged it in the muck

And faded away in the bush while claws made a rasp.

It is time for yet another prey, for sure it’s them

With the same foul breath and the disgusting sperm;

In the flock, another young one they will be after,

And if men ask me how on earth I have a clue,

For before all of this, from the very same rafter,

Two months ago, on a gruesome day I was hung too…

“In memory of the death of siblings in Walayar”

Sitting in a box of many boxes of square

Wonder I, Where my vessel is sailing onto?

Is it towards the light on the far side

Or against the whirl of my current flow?

Will you be my lighthouse, you friend?

Don’t want to spill oil into the ocean

All I want is to find some truth, not lies

Not a glimmer for the sake of a shine

Then why everyone fakes, don't they care?

Let me follow the dying heart, my soul’s friend

Let me try being on my way, follow none

Let me fail, it’s not just the end

Let me win, nothing more surreal than one

For listen deep to all inner voices,

find the tune that you really mind.

Play your instrument, you’ll then find

a place of bliss for all toils and tears.

For fear not your mind or your heart

Holding onto the ropes of hopes

I’ll see the green, so are you

Let’s hijack the mighty sunshine!

Look at me, am at my career peak;

I have it all, rest are bleak.

Just fight for me, am not so meek,

You hit me and I will break that cheek.

All the laws are just a fun;

For the rich, it's just a pun.

I don’t care, for I see the sun,

I have a job and I need to run.

I don’t read, it's all distress,

All in all it's full of stress.

Am not here just to impress,

Blasting my way, it’s hard to suppress.

Perfection is what I see in a mirror,

Rest of the world is just a horror.

Life's like a paper cut by a scissor,

Just by the choices that form an error.

Pothole on the road, check any pin code,

I shut my eyes like a Surinam toad.

Is there an action just that is owed?

All that I hear is it's meant to corrode.

Gas in the air, I wear a mask,

At my brains, I need to bask.

Just like things in a vacuum flask,

I don’t care if it's disagreeable task.

Why do I see kids beg on the street,

Just like rats under the scorching heat?

All just moving like its trick or treat,

While am comfy in my big car seat.

I may just have all that I need,

but how can I stop with all this greed?

I don’t see when the earth just bleed,

All that I need is for me to succeed.

I am thirsty with what I have,

Will I be content with more to have?

Hide my fear, greed is all I have,

Petty emotions I may not have.

Beautiful sights I may have lost,

Wandering lone like a ghost.

Profit for me, am ready to host

As my life goes from pillar to post.

Finding the faults, it’s all in others,

Am quick to judge even brothers.

Adaptive, I may change my colours,

I can be quick as the mudders.

I throw stones from my glass house,

Quirky enough like a louse.

I need to win even I chouse,

The evil in me waits to arouse.

Need more place to store my money,

Just like bees save all their honey.

At times I think my life is funny,

For all I care is to be just sunny.

There happens to be a time,

At the moment of truth.

The truth that you seek, 

but the same

you silently shame about. 

The exigency in your words,

the care in your eyes;

I watch as they fade,

superseded by mutilating aggregate of pity, pity, pity.

Hush! Don't you dare 

look into my eyes with commiseration.

Don't you dare 

speak of how sorry you feel;  

For now

I can see a thousand lights 

that was so hard to find.

I won't let your solace 

bring me back to those memories;

Of the hard times I used to blame. 

But i realised it is not my sorrow 

but your pity that weakened me; 

That shadowed over

those thousand lights 

that was lit all this time,

to guide my path out of the debris.

So stay by my side 

even if silence is all you’ve got to offer.

But if pity is in store, 

I plead,

you leave!

A tremor

Beneath the core

Of my heart

Rushes.

Dragging every spot

Of blood,

To an undefined heap of

Ash and dust.

“Scripture closes:

Ash to ash

Dust to dust”

Scattered, a heat beat

A breathe

A choke, finally

A hushed walk on

No existence;

I have but, a

Fetching hand

Unto the creator

Imploring

A sky to

Escape

"We are tired;

But

We are not beaten"

When the hope is over

A smile exists,

Ahead of a

A hidden pain

A pair of weary eyes on my way
Those tiny legs I see everyday
Weary eyes yet filled with hope
He often lay on there and probe

That poor puppy with a crippling foreleg
Often sat on that busy road
With the light of hope he do beg
And often lay on that busy road

Whenever I see you there 
With endless hope searching for someone
I used to wonder who is that lucky one you care
As you keep waiting for your beloved one

That poor puppy with a crippling foreleg
Often sat on the road I pass
With the light of hope he do beg
Often laying on the road I pass

You have been waiting so long
I wonder how long you stay strong 

Seems you keep waiting for your master
The one who looked after!!!

You never changed that position 
Whatever the condition!!

You keep searching like you losed him there
You keep searching like you missed him there!!

You really prove
Eternal love never die
You really prove
How long we wait even after a bye!!

I hope one day he may come
And take you to your home!!
I hope one day he may come
And that day will be joysome :)

That poor puppy with a crippling leg
Often sat on the road I pass
With endless hope he do beg
Often laying on the road I pass !!!

Sleeping was not easy, knowing

that the house was not cleaned,

the puppy was not fed,

and the plants were not watered..

My little grandchild, came to me

complaining about a lost doll..

I wish to hug her,

Take her in my lap and say,

It is right there under the bed, honey

But i couldn't do that..

The dearest school friend, my confidante

Murmured something strange

Might be some old jest,

but the words fizzled out..

I wish to giggle with her

Pinch her hand and laugh

But i couldn't do that..

His gentle touch, reminded me

the very first kick in my womb..

The same warmth, of that tiny body

when he, the sweetest facsimile of his father,

was first laid beside me.

I wish to ask him, the usual shabby question

"Did you eat something darling?"

But i couldn't do that..

I see the younger me, in her

The jovial girl who, by and by

became our daughter, our beloved one..

I wish to say to her, "I'll miss your company,

Take care of these fragile souls, dear

Once i leave from here".

But i couldn't do that..

His breath, still smells like

the first red rose he gave me..

Upset, and will shout at me, for sure

If i say goodbye to him

I know, i will be leaving

a helpless, perished man behind..

I wish to say to him, "Please come with me,

as you do all the time.."

But i couldn't do that..

And then, i woke up 

to the smell of mango wood, burning around me

I feel I am back home

Sitting in an old swing, 

in that shady mango tree

Living in a lucid dream,

Seen by someone else..

In the beginning of time

There was lone darkness.

You and I were put together

By the Almighty, for the survival

Of his master creation.

I was the flesh, You were the essence.

We were connected by past and future.

Over the ages of man’s evolution

We explored many fairylands.

We laughed, enjoyed and loved

We together made a 

Common future for him.

In the middle of time

Many religions came with 

Their own Gods.

They fought each other,

Made boundaries between us!

I lost my pureness, you became more elegant.

Fallen from the God,

Dropped from the grace

My agony echoed everywhere.

Religions crucified me in the 

Name of Sins!

I am the body, and you are the soul

Now I am a physical substance 

And you are a divine one.

I never shall yield,

I want to be with you forever.

I dream a place

Where there is no sin and virtue.

I dream  a place

Where there is only love to exist.

I could hear the soft breeze outside

Fiddling it's way through the hateful darkness;

Alone I sat on the damp floor,

Feeling the splash of the hot blood aside..

All that remained was a soothing silence,

The pain and the agony slowly drifting away,

Is this the solace I longed for?

Is this the cure of my aching soul?

Near me lies his body which was

All flesh and bones minutes before;

Oh! it thrills me to know that his

Filthy mouth won't utter a word again 

Yes, my cake walk with this world might end,

I may not see the sky or sand

But this redemption is worth living

Than the days of lies I carried along...

Those shattered dreams like pieces of glass,

Those unshed tears and sleepless nights,

But then two cherubic faces I see,

Amidst the red chaos next to me...

Let me stand tall for my deed,

Let me put amends to my creed...

Don't come and knock that door...

There is red chaos next to me....

That is not blood you know,

It's the toll of a dreadful love!

The match is on
Since I am born
We slug it out
On a perennial bout!
Down I go
On each of your blow
Up I raise
Each time it's the case!
Fathoming the dark
As situations turn stark
Yet I am not done
Until the struggle is won!
Assault you would
As much you could
Still shall I persist
Till I do exist!
Patient shall I be
Persistent shall I be
Bring it on
Oh my dear life!

deep and dark did her robe flutter,

Like the long wings of a bird

weak and feeble drifting in the wind.

Neither could she embrace it tight nor could she let it fly.

The veil on her face hid her mouth 

into the light did her eyes peep, like a dropped pearl in a glass bowl,

dancing its way left and right and to the corner ,

perhaps they waited to narrate ...

was it the agony , that silenced her laughs 

or was that she felt a warmth under the black.

Her fingers were white and clean, 

nails were short and plain.

She embraced her veil to her bosom,

her eyes still dancing and robe still fluttering.

Yin and Yang

Me and him.. Yin and Yang.

Fellow travelers in a forlorn dream..

I carried the smell of summer with me,

Of dried fruits and  broken pots..

Of empty promises and bitter anticipation.

 And him, the stubborn child

Of the mighty storm..

The wind at his behest,

 thunder in his footsteps..

He walked with me..

Smiling at me,

That  endearing ,earthy smile of his..

Drenching me from head to toe..

Wreaking havoc wherever we went

His eyes dancing a wild ,tumultuous dance..

Making my surrender complete

And i knew the shelter i was desperately

Searching for

would elude me forever..

 And that we would be fellow travellers,

Wandering these forsaken dreams

Till the end of time..

Till we both melt into the abyss..

Into nothingness..

But I also know that

If he were to come back

All flowery and  bright ,

the sweetest of springs..

I would freeze his every nerve

evey leaf, every grain...

As the coldest of winters,

For that is who we are,

Me and him..Yin and Yang

I am alone 

Drawing a line amidst 

Clusters and loneliness 

Noticeably culling to be alone 

Things were simple, making me humble 

No one to conquer, no one to conquest. 
 

I am alone 

Perceiving petite smiles, 

Enjoying graceful breezes, 

Rejoicing narrow moments, 

No one to buzz, no one to freeze. 
 

I am alone 

My statement transformed to a seasoned one 

Advertisement reformed to be prime 

Autograph turned to be sublime 

No one to notice, no one to chastise. 
 

The spark in his eyes

As he said “I love you”,

Turned to single tear,

On her rejection.                                             

Reasons for that, he could not understand.

Reasons for which she left, unsaid,

Reasons for which, his texts were unread,

Reasons that could, make him forget,

All sweet memories with her,

With each second, not helping.

Wonder when, the tear would turn to a smile,

Someone to love her like him,

Would she find?

He smiles,

Because she found someone

He is happy for her .

The choice of no choice, is the world we live in.

Shall we hold our poise or shall we make noise while swimmin’?

Shall we sing “Rain rain go away” or “Showers of blessing”?

Can we be ignorant or should we follow the news depressing?

Do we go up or do we run out? Shall we shout help or shall we quell pout?

What’s important and what’s not? Should we food hunt or build a big yacht?

Shall we mourn the dead or shall we save the dying?

Shall I leave my bed or take up flying?

How can I enjoy this weather? Drink hot tea on my balcony?

When we together are responsible for this brutality.

Is it really God’s fury or our work in a quarry?

Can we blame the seas or shall we frame the dead trees?

It’s either corruption or religious division.

It’s either a genocide or a population explosion.

It’s cash cow or bash now. Brainwash or hogwash.

Eat or be eaten, beat or be beaten, cheat or be cheated.

We can act or we can watch. We can speak or we can listen. Be loved or be hated.

Have tact or be a blotch. We can be bleak or we can glisten. Be love or be hate.

You can have a drive or you can be driven. You can forgive or be forgiven. 

Choose anything and you’ll see, the choice of no choice, is the world we live in.