A mourning!

Let me make some time,

To mold some words!

And in this busy life

That might very well be a lot.

A pleasure that all crave!

But this time, I take time out

Not to relax my follies

And refresh my fallacies

But to mourn, to mourn the loss,

Loss of a dearly beloved humanity!

I see a lot of mourning,

Mourning they don’t even mean.

Mourning for the loss of someone,

For the loss of some dream,

But I have no time to mourn silly!

I mourn, mourn for the people

Who lost the war in the unfair fights,

Who was left behind in the race,

For people hurt and lament hence!

I mourn over all the sadness.

No ale in the world is enough

To drown in and ease me for a moment,

Nor are the drugs strong enough

To loosen my senses against the outburst!

War cry, ringing aloud, around!

When the cries of the little girl

Reaches my pewter ears;

My heart bleed, bleed for her!

 I condemn the man behind the cries

None less, less it seem

More and more, no better than barbaric.

So they say earth changed

Men evolve for better.

I say the souls to worse.

How I wish these words be razors

As sharp as a butcher’s knife

And let them sprout wings

And a soul, branded humanity

Let it rise above all!

To see to the justice done in the world.

Let it decide the fate of men,

So immersed in the carnal pleasure,

Sees none but the sex with those eyes!

Let it walk in the wakes of life!

Alone and among us fellows.

Let it stab itself into the heart of those men!

Alas they have none so.

But then let it stab into their penis,

As harder as their evil actions!

Let it show them the meaning of pain,

And then as the world hail it,

Let it show off the blood spilled,

So that no man will do the same.

And then justice be done in this cruel world.

I would open my heart then

Drink the ale and take up marijuana

And I will sigh and walk alone in the streets.

I would then be free!

A girl with wind in her back

And safety, before!

Girl, Who nobody Knew!

And the girl with so many dreams finally quite...

Without a final good bye,

She left the things she loved...

Search her not,

For she wound be found in the casket

Wrapped by white cloths...

She will finally lie still. . .

And people who loved her will wonder

'Who is she?'

The haters will talk

About the traumas she caused.

Others will simply muse over her...

Nobody will know the girl in the casket

Quite because she finally knew the truth

That she was a stranger to one and all...

The piano notes will flow over the hall

Carrying some melancholy,

They don't even mean!

And as tears dies she will fly

And the earth will sing

'This was the girl who nobody knew....'

And as she is buried,

The air will sigh,

For the place she took is all empty...

Casket will weight a trifle

For along with her lie her shattered dreams

Wimping over the lost.

And her tomb will read,

Craved in marble,

'A girl who striven for love

Left with none'

Circle of Life: Part 1

The early morning breeze blew her hairs into her eyes. She was in her usual jogging... The same route she had taken since she took up jogging since 3 years back... jogging along the sea shore had never failed to glorify to her morning. No matter how much she cried at night, thinking about her brother she lost...

It was her mistake... she had been careless that day, she was never a rash driver, but that day, she don't know what had happened... one minute she was riding the bike, and teasing her brother about the girl who always shares her lunch with him and the next thing she remember was that tiny lifeless body, cold and stiff lying before her... it was like a waxed statue.... she felt guilty like anything.... She has seen the pain in her parent’s eyes but nobody had blamed. Their silence and acceptance made it harder on her... She could never forgive herself for that....

Since then her days and nights had crawled... it took a solid two year of therapy to at least get the half of her back... Doctor had suggested her to start up jogging; he had said that it would heal her.... And it was working... every time the slow salty breeze caresses her face, she feels a kind of peace... more over the sea and the breeze kind of makes her feel that her chottu is here somewhere... with her....

'Sis, you know you'll meet bhayya from here' he had once told her  while they came for a stroll in the beach a few days before she lost him forever... She had laughed at his childish folly then... Today it makes her cry, to remember those sweet memories that she will never get back now...

Wiping off the tears that she could never stop when she thinks of her little bro, she walked back to her bike and started back  home... to another hectic day ahead....  She did not know what the day holds... She is not worried about that, to be honest.... She knows she can get through the day as long as the memories of her bro stayed with her... And she had gained the strength from the sweeping waves and the blowing breeze...

And she was ready to face another day... Not knowing that after today her life is going to change completely....

My Final Goodbye

And this soul burning, 
The memories feeding the fire.
Off with the pain. . . I am lost. . .
You were the tune to the song of my life,
The sun in my sky,
The pearls that beautified my soul,
The air that I breath.
And as soon as it began,   
It ended. . .
Leaving me on this desert,
You left for the spring. . .
The mirages tricking me,
for I know you wont get back to me.. .
Here I stand under the hot sun,
With an aching soul,
Thirsty heart and trembling limbs. . .
Here I am lost, hanging on the
Web that u helped me build. . .
I'm lost. . . My path is erased!
Lonely and scared, I breath no more. . .
Broken from inside and the scares all over.
Love did leave me a loser!!
And then finally, escaping from
This anguish i choose death. . .
To you my love, Adieu...
Eloping from the pain
From our memories and 
Forever from you, I am leaving. . .

Death

Crawling upon the stairs of life

The shadows of death finds the soul.

'Come, come to me' hails their voices

'for peace lies within death'.

Oh, a soul with such pain 

Can no more ignore the sign,

For peace is all that frees a soul

From this binding world of pandemonium.

Yet the binds of life,

Holds her for the moment

Stops the steps with a

Coldness to match the silence.

Looking back to the casket of life

Finding the evergreen roses

Tempted though she was

To retreat. Yet the peace

That the souls crave was

Stronger than the fragrace of rose.

And yes, a final good bye was not

Said, the peace was all she knew at last....

Tiger

Silence! silence! silence! silence!
Like a place awaiting violence!


Nothing moved or nothing mewed,
Like they were all doomed...


'Grrrr!' the violence that killed the silence
Over and over the silence...


More movements and more sounds
and they were out in the open Ground.


The bodies burned with fire.
The eyes focused far, reflected the fury.


Nothing moved or nothing mewed,

Like they were all doomed...

Oh you, people! Look upon their beauty

The beauty of the death deep in their vanity.

But stop! stop and look closer.

Is that hazel depth a reflection of terror!

But what could they fear?, 

The powerful brat of soldier!

Oh then the disaster came the way

'Blaa!' the shot flew along the way..

The breath went up! the breath went down!

The breath went up! the breath went down!

Silence! silence! silence! silence!

Like a place after the violence!

Memories Of A Dream

Last night I was disturbed... It took me long to fall into the obligation of sleep. I knew this for sure because I was staring at the bright clock in the dark room. It was well before 1 AM. I knew something was bothering me but i couldn't see what it was. I concentrated on my inner voice, but i dint hear anything... I turned around the bed wishing for the peace of sleep to find me... And finally I took my mobile, plugged the ear phone and set to hear some melodies....


The next thing I knew was the sound of my mom calling me, 'Wake up. wake up'. the fear in her voice or the coldness of her awoke the usually lazy me in an instant. I looked into her face. In the bright light of the florescent lamp, I saw the tears flowing down her eyes. I felt an odd kind of pain seizing my soul... After a moment I found my voice and asked her, 'Mama what happened?'  Her answer was more tears that squeezed my heart more. 'Mama, tell me what happened?' I shook  her. And in her tears all she managed was a single word, 'DAD......'.For a moment I was stuck in place. I felt the blood leaving my face and the coldness wrapping around me....


I ran to my dad's room.... Did I hit the sofa? I don't remember....All i  remember is the cold, pale, lifeless body of my dad lying on the bed.... I heard someone howling, and realized it was my own voice... Suddenly the force to balance gravity was no more in me..... I dint feel myself slipping down... I didn't feel the tears falling down.... I dint feel the coldness of the floor below me....I dint hear the sounds escaping me. I don't know how much time I sat like that... I wasn't aware of anything other than the fact that my dad is no more. The foundation on which I build my world is no more there... I felt like being crushed... I felt like being teared apart... The person I loved and respected more in the world is no more there.... I couldn't imagine my world anymore.... It doesn't exist....I don't exist... I felt my vision getting blurred...


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I woke up with a rush.. For a minute, I dint know what was happening. I shook my head thrice before I cleared my vision. my eyes were staring at my book self. I turned around but found nothing unusual. I checked the time and it was 7 in the morning.


I realized I was just dreaming... I couldn't stop the sigh that left me. I got out of bed and ran to the living area where my dad sat reading the morning news paper. For a minute I couldn't stop the single drop of tear that slipped from my eyes.... I don't remember how long I  stood there looking at him before he saw me and asked me ' Oh, what happened? You woke up early today'. 


I just smiled at him and went to sit with him........    

  

The Uninvited Visitor

Death is just a closed door away.... how easily people you see regularly becomes people u saw..... How cruelly life brings its twist.... sometimes i wounder how carelessly fate plays with us..... And all that is left to do is stand and watch how the play goes.....