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Monday, March 2, 2015

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

     FRUITS OF REVOLUTION

Locusts invade from the west,
Peasant gets no rest.
Ravaging all at sight
How valianty they fight.
Like two unequals,
Spiritedly they face the  monolith.

Reinforcing and charging without end,
A savior round the bend.
Red was the earth in blood,
Full was the river in flood.
Milling millions in expulsion,
Rushing for protection.

It was a hefty job
To control the tears of innocent mobs,
Sad sight in bony girdle.
Housed at camps in fields
From he locusts a shield.

Fear and misery everywhere,
All their words given care.
In  terror and fright they flee,
Corpses and epidemic all we see.
Fapping of wings do we hear,
Few stood to hold their fear.

Fire kindled for all united, 
An unseen hand saw them guided.
A country in shamble
Paid to gamble.
Felling all at sight,
Was a sorry plight.

Smile from their face was washed
When their dreams were dashed.
Beyond repair-The prestige was broken
Few played as puppets
Some before muskets.

Over the ocean smiled the eagle,
Across the land blew the bugle.
To the depths went the eagle
Though they charged in a single.
In a trice all set right,
Birth of a nation was at sight.

Up in the fore as expected,
All ever it was respected.
Torturing and poisoned
Roughly they were questioned.
Freed of their masters in kingdom,
Forward they marched in freedom.

Through the streets - saviour ply,
High in the sky honor fly.
Low in the bed martyrs lay,
To the nation did they pay.
Above the beams of ray,
All held at bay.

A new page in annuls written,
Inspiration in others brighten.
Among brave found no punks,
Many locusts found in bunks.
Rounded and put in a well,
To return at the sound of the bell.

Harvesting the fruit they got,
Toil under the sun so hot.
Disbursed of worldly pleasures
Settling to rightful measures.
Accomplished their cherished dream,
Bound firmly by the contours of the realm.










 



















           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.

Friday, February 27, 2015

        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.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

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.