A SCENE

Through the still night
A shrill voice broke,
That echoed and reverberated
And froze the dead in their graves
A morbid one
Or a nightmare?
A cataclysmic scene
That prevailed outside
When a renegade intrigues
Like an inimical rogue
Whose ferocious and rough
Disturbance
Obstruct the solace.
Optimistic of the shriek
Of those in dark locales
Relating to the gruesome.

A CONSPIRACY

Beware of men,

Those social beings.

Their human quality is in distant land,

With a masked outlook

And creamy words

They flatter

To deceive for selfish motives,

To quench their carnal urge.

Again behind that look

Lay a trap

To capture

Those innocent beings

For selfish motiv.

An evening under that jasmine,

That spreads

Is fragrant smell,

Was a blessing

On a happy couple.

One with a sense of guilt

The other innocent one,

Mutually set to harbor

Their longing desire,

And in him a burning passion

Merged into one

They lay sprawled in dust. 

             CHASING LOST DREAMS
how and what do we write?
are they musical and rhythmic,
sweet and simple and easy to follow?
These days
'tis symbolic and abstract,
vague and puzzling
in days we see.
pondering over to decipher,
those scattered lines
that lie in bonds,
as a spongy fruit
within the hard shell.
tender is your heart
where the beauty lies
not on your smiling face 
nor the disdainful one,
but from your innocent blush
that hold the key
to  the secret
that lie hidden
in your chastity
embedded with love
and sincerity.

        THIRSTY

Hoping for and not getting
A glass of water
In this sultry summer
He stood deprived.
The air was dry
And blew across
Made him restless
For want of water.
It slipped like an eel
Under his hand,
For it seemed unjust-
Beyond the law.
He held out
Both his hands in hope
To hold and feel good
To quench forever.

            A TRIP

Long and slender, t.

hey sat to fill,

Squatting in wonder, stared n still

A slit on the side and thrown to waste,

Waiting for the ride, Making into a paste.

Watching with hunger, honor to the first

Coming in number, quenching the thirst.

When the show begins, in goes the devil,

Visualises some designs from the pant it came from.

Floating in the wind, a swirl of the head,

That wandering mind, was as heavy as lead.

Racing thro' the heavens, on a carpet so large,

Seeing in sevens and water in the barge.

Part of a measure, that works so good,

Giving pleasure and taken as food.

All so melodramatic each of the members,

felt so dynamic, as they fall into slumber.

FRUITS OF REVOLUTION

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           PATRIOT

His strength and vigor was imbedded

When traficking in danger

To answer those stealthy calls.

For him

It was a novel piece of adventure

Figuring in historical pages

To be stored on reference sheves.

Honour was his motto,

Together lie embedded for generations.

A glory on every task

And led a simple life.

Sun and snow were his mates,

Tempting the young blood to follow.

High in the sense of valour,

Opting for more to come.

Opinion in circles differ,

Among those who lie

Beneath the barren crust.

        THE BALL

There floats a blue ball

In vacuum like a doll,

Surrounded by flickering bulbs

White as innocent lambs.

In various moods it appears,

And down the path it dances.

Blanketed by innumerous guards,

Drifting along against odds.

A source of worship in the past,

In the mind was that cast

A source of anxiety

Among orthodox society.

We pray at random,

Sitting in celestial kingdom.

Others prepare forth

A journey towards north.

When this dream was conqured.

The hearts of few were angered.

Then news that was n a vision

 Broke the chord of superstition.

I-ran to save him,

Bur saw him glide into the grave.

            SPEED
Tremendous speed to speak of,
In a variety of
Color size and shape
Controlled by the mind and body, 
A boon to mankind.
An overnight dream
To travel places,
Saves time anxiety and suspense
Or to a garland of death?
Havoc on innocents--
Blame none, 
Oh, how sad, 
Fall not
For there's a bait
Round the corner.
To avoid all troubles, 
With caution we proceed,
an ideal way to success.

              A VAIN ATTEMPT

I go to the depths of the ocean

In search of gems, 

There I set a bait for animals,

For none has fallen in.

At last a dwarfy spooky elf

Clothed in austere

Acknowledging to all,

Born as a human

Covering for vision,

Tracking a spoor and

Giving spoon

To passerby all.

That saturine temperament

And welcome satyarases and elopes,

Crest fallen and to the depths

Like a raging raven

Facing an uphill task.

Ravaging all at sight

In utter despair--

Still to commemorate

The drama of life.

CRUELTY

So cruel and wicked all around;
As they sway to and fro
In stormy weather.
Shivering in the cold
They plead-be kind
With running tears.
Tormented by the rain,and
The wind blows across the field of view,
At first - a colorful lady,
So tall and beautiful, 
Now stripped to the skin.
There she stands in snow and dew
To hide her shame.
So gallantly she fought
without a chance.
Patiently she waits
For an eventful turn.

DERPRESSED MAIDEN

Oh, nymph descended from heaven,
You ripened at eleven.
Waiting for her groom
To deal with the broom.

Alas, none has come?
Panicking?
Goddess in minds of some
Really?

Swaying her unruptuous body
to and fro, 
To corner glory
with half raised brow.

Mermaid from the ocean,
To start her charming missions.
Rocking like a dancer
To end with cancer.

There ends the days of sorrow,
Always thinking of tomorrow.
Days come and days go,
Why is it so

She in the eyes of humanity
Strikes like a demon.
Still o fine her lover
She bids good-bye forever.

DREAM COMES TRUE

An etherial
world
of adventure
mingles in
the haze
and purifies.
Brought to the
nostril,
drowned n a sleepy world--
he and I alone

THE THUNDER STORM

the  rain
weaves together
the thread of the bygone
and the forthcoming;
while the booming elements
herald
the virgin earths'
new sensousness
sending probing hands
into deaths' deep silence

CONFINEMENT

In this world of darkness

I roam for peace and love,

Probe at unseen corners With sure steps ahead.

Loneliness-that befrriends

In sadness and happiness,

Draws me from physical sensousness

Into aesthetic thinking.

Imagination and words

Give me a piece of mind

Away from sorrows

And weaves a net 

Of queer thoughts,

In solitude I trod.

For pleasure I scribble

a few words.

Filled with agony and

Going into wilderness,

I leave my work behind

In darkness;

Loneliness I wish to remain.