Armageddon

The argot was arcane

That left me desolate

Why they inflict pain

Why brethren they hate

Once called as blood

That flowed in the veins

Now flows as a flood

Leaving crimson stains

Trust too easily betrayed

In our pleasant world

Weak often are preyed

And into oblivion hurl’d

‘tis the big brother’s day

To harass the meek

The mighty devils slay

Then justice seek

In the high prison walls

Innocent prisoner cries

Cries sighs and falls

Till blood in him dries

The voice of the just

Unheard in the noise

That kills it as the rust

Even iron destroys

Pallid faces in sorrow

Colored in grief, deep

Wait if tomorrow

Happy sun does peep

‘Had some one been bold’

Has been by its use

A cliché grown old

Leaving no excuse

A dead slowly stinks

And is lost to clay

Some change in winks

Some with a delay

Time will always heal

Sometimes late sometimes soon

So shall it unveil

Butterfly from a cocoon.

Dumbfounded?

Dumbfounded?
My silence
Turned you deaf!!

To Lucifer

Misconceived blasphemy

Alas! all that ardour,

All lured away

Engulfed in egos,

Wrapped in wraths

Oh! A meek earthling

And a fiery finesse

Was there any match?

 

Standing tall

Amid the bowed ones

Angles of light

And beings of fire,

What was that you sought?

Oh! You know what you got!!

 

Whom did you defy,

Oh fallen one?

Man or God!

Pagli

(On seeing sanyasins on the banks of the Ganges)


Oh! I am a widow no more
No longer do I wear the white
No longer is my forehead
Bereft of the vermillion
No longer am I weak
No longer am I meek
I am a pagli
Carefree, not careless
The world is at my feet
And so are its rules and bonding
I am a free soul
The ugly body I have is a veil
Of the beauty that I have within
I was a widow
I was married to a man
Now I am not
I am married to my Lord.

Adressee Not Found

The postman comes after many days
And hands me a letter
With an address written in my hand and I can see
Long back I had written a letter to myself
On an address where I never lived
And they took it so long to bring it back
Well it was there anyway, after all
Back to its sender who unknown to them
Was the addressee too.
And I could see the stamps of failed attempts of delivery
And a final stamp of “Addressee Not Found”
The letter unfolds and asks me a question:
“Have you found yourself?”

Walking Along the Pavement

Life, obscured by its prominence
Exhibits its brightness in varied shades
That paint in hues of pain and pleasure
And sighs and smiles on a vast colourless canvass
Where multitudes of men
Move on a rested frame that slides
Ahead in terms of present
Pouring into past and pacing into future
Full of dreams.
And I walk along a pavement
By the side of the running track
Where haste races past in an aimless attempt
To outrun present
Yet time takes its own steps
Synchronized to the beats of a heart…..
The honks of the screeching cars
Lends this procession just some din.

The Unmade Bed

The pillow lies inclined,
With an impression of an overnight weight
Of my head, recovering slowly.
The soft folds of sheets
Like labyrinthine mazes,
Hold in them dreams,
I fear to let free.
I let it the way it is
To meet it again in the night
To wrap me in, and give me back the dreams
That lie there in its folds.