"ANGER" , the beast

There is a criminal on the lose,

who was to be hanged by the noose,

In the graveyard of the deceased,

Witnessed by those who were

afflicted by the beast,

The judgement was passed in

the court of prudence,

The prosecutor named agony fought

with all her valiance,

There was a symphony of applauds and an

implicit assurance within,

that no more will the adversity persist that

they were in,

But so undaunted was the monster who

was difficult to detain,

He broke free the prison of forbearance

and flee through the window of revenge,

It’s a dark night obstructed by the lightning

now and then,

Amidst the thick mist I see a huge shadow again,

Blood shot eyes and lethal claws he bears,

The beast is out to slaughter all its assailants,

Beware!! those who conspired to execute him,

For he has returned to retribute for the

disgrace and confinement, he was in,

He laughs at the face of prudence and agony now,

says "Did you forget, I am indestructible?"

a truth that is grim....

It doesnt matter now!!

It doesnt matter now!!

if the remnants of our deceased dreams

still lie under your pillow...

if those compassionate eyes looking at me

are profound or shallow..

It doesnt matter now!!

if the rustle of the satin sheet still makes

you grope for my body by your side..

if our names we wrote on that rock
have faded or still shining bright..

It doesnt matter now!!

If the sickle moon still hurts you and

wets the corner of your eyes...

if the echo of our chuckles together

are weakening or in reprise...

It doesnt matter now!!

If your senses are still kindled after identifying

my faint fragrance when it rains...

if the canvas we were trying to paint

is blank or full of ugly stains....

It doesnt matter now!!

Just another day....

Sleep walkin' every morning

I go to a place unfamiliar,

Life runs on a concrete stretch
of some 5 Kilometer,

A traffic light halfway that
robs away some more time,

Changing color to yellow green

and red resembling life,
I see familiar and strange faces

pulling over,

Some eloquent and
some obscure behind a cover,

That’s a handsome man

with a smirk on his face,

Guess he has moved ahead

a position in the race,

And here is a beggar

begging for some petty alms,

With a penny, he looks happy,

without any qualms,

I see a beautiful girl behind,

lost in her own world,

Wish the shining and fragile
bubble she is in never burst,

Right ahead is an old man
on a bicycle who looks jaded,

His wrinkles articulate the
eventuality of life that is dreaded

I wonder why that

bus driver looks so cold,

Perhaps he dropped his

spirits in one of the potholes,

The face at my left looks known,

of a successful manager,

who cannot manage his

forehead lines showing out of anger,

                                              
There is a lady standing

whose face I cant discern,

the lady is inside me
who has chosen to be stern,
Her soul is burnt by

harvesting her dreams in the sun,

May be this is the reason

of her being so numb,

And here I head towards

the same unfamiliar place,

on the 5 Km road where

 life runs at a fleeting pace...

WAS IT HEAVEN??

Last night I dreamt of angels,

Like those in grandma’s fables,

They came gliding through my window,

Beautiful little angels without a shadow,

Picked me up like I was a child,

Seeing me bewildered, they smiled,

"Speak nothing o infant, just surrender,

As the dream you are in is tender”

Said one of them looking me in the eye,

Hypnotised, I bid everything goodbye.

And the next moment I was in a city,

A city of no hopes and no surmise,

Where the residents were neither fools nor wise,

The hearts and minds free in flight,

Unlike the string in the end of a kite,

The clouds beneath and the stars, I plucked

Like a heedless child without a fright,

The winds that ruffled my hair,

Tickled like I was free of all despair,

Were the people walking past me Gods!!

Coz I felt my soul was rendered bare,

And all my guilt and sins were shared.

When their shoulders brushed against mine,

I experienced a delight that was divine,

A city of all the answers that was,

Tranquilizing my insides, ending the draught,

Beautiful little angels appeared,it was time to go,

“Speak nothing o infant, just surrender,

As the dream you are in is tender”

Said one of them looking me in the eye,

Hypnotised, I bid everything goodbye.

And the next moment I was on my bed,

In a city that was concrete and like a closet,

Sitting up on my bed I wondered,

Was it heaven? and the thought lingered..

Standing between the same patch of land and sky

Standing between the same patch of land and sky,

With the familiar salty ocean in my eyes,

Paralyzed conscience and a crippled heart mourn,

Between dreams and realities, I am torn,

I had promised myself not to repeat the mistake,

To never lend my heart again, whatever else you may take,

But, I am standing between the same patch of land and sky,

With the familiar salty ocean in my eyes….

There was that day and here is this day,

They both are similar in the same way,

Loneliness seems to be my best friend now,

And I find my original place anyhow,

That’s why; I am standing between the same patch of land and sky,

With the familiar salty ocean in my eyes….

I had promised myself to enjoy the left moments,

But every passing second carries the essence,

Of the past that could have been present,

But now there is nothing but debris of lament,

And here, I am standing between the same patch of land and sky,

With the familiar salty ocean in my eyes….

Everyday, I see new relations being born and trashed,

The world spinning around and people moving fast,

Never understood the force and the motive behind my actions,

Call it a futile hope or a never ending infatuation,

So you see, I am standing between the same patch of land and sky,

With the familiar salty ocean in my eyes….

A memory revived!!

The pristine raindrops, pelting on my window,
tell a story of an unuttered sorrow,
languishing in the dungeon of memories for long,
like a magnificient palace in ruins and forlorn..

Being clasped by the tenacious grip of agony,
came to life the night, you gave up on me,
through the shadows of insecurity twas difficult to see,
I was swallowed by the infinite void of envy..

It was a moment when you were united and I, fragmented,
my strength to pull my self together was debilitated,
Pristine rain drops!! that night was cloudy,
I was all alone in the street which was crowdy..

That night when you started pouring, each & everyone
of you felt like piercing bullets in my heart,
the wilted wound marks are still there & the sweet pain never departs...
I try to dub the melancholy of my heart with your song,
fighting with the mind not to think what went wrong...

Pristine rain drops!! you emanate from the clouds
that were looming over him,
I am tempted to ask you if he sent a message
although the hope is very dim...

Destiny Vs me....

Oh my dear destiny!!!

Will you succumb to the mutiny?

like the way I want you to be,

a life full of abandon and glee.

Liabilities that come with vacation,

feelings that have expression,

Freedom that knows no frontier,

thoughts that are lucid and clear,

Oh my dear destiny!!!

Will you succumb to the mutiny?

like the way I want you to be,

a life full of abandon and glee.

Every pain with an ointment,

every action with no lament,

a watch which winds back,

no fear of losing the track,

Oh my dear destiny!!

Won't you succumb to the mutiny??

if I dare to spread my wings,

bearing the pain of your stings...

Since when.....????????

Born naked, clad in a sheet,in this world,
Innocent desires and naive questions, in heart, swirl,
Happiness was when the candy man came to our lane,
Sadness was when mom didn't allow playing in the rain,


Does anybody know when the tides turned?
When did the fence between good and evil burn?
Why isn't happiness attainable ordinarily?
Why don't the sorrows stay temporarily?


Since when have our desires become malevolent?
Why have the quetions become so vehement?
Some say happiness is a matter of perception,
Since when have our senses become so insolent?


Born naked clad in a sheet, in this world,
Innocent desires and naive questions in heart, swirl
Sulking meant withdrawing self in a room, to be
pacified by some sweet words and an embrace,
Greed meant having an extra pie of cake, and,
Stealing meant sneaking out that pie from the secret place,


Does anybody know when the tides turned?
When did the fence between the good and evil burn?
When did sulking conclude with vengeance?
Since when greed enveloped the conscience?
When did stealing start to involve violence?


Born naked clad in a sheet, in this world,
Innocent desire and naive questions in heart, swirled...