Saturday, September 5, 2015
Aylan Kurdi
Saturday, May 4, 2013
The Story
Did you hear the story,
Lost travelers tell each other
To kill time in endless forests
While in search of a road
To take them home eventually?
I had told someone, was it you?
Or was I telling it to myself,
The day when you left
There was no road ahead,
Nor one to retreat
I lay on the crossroads,
Face up, arms stretched East West
Nailed with persistent penitence.
Patience looks hard in the beginning
Harder midway, but fruitful in the end
Likewise I turned into a compass
On the crossroads like a milestone
Telling it was a long road ahead
Longer even to retrace
Unending on the right, infinite
On the left, still,
I worked like a compass,
Showing North, Upwards
The shortest distance was escape!!
And then, the whirlwind came
Turning the compass into a weather vane
The tempests of Fate!!
Lost in the foggy forests
North, was everywhere…..
There was no escape!!
The story ends,
Unfinished….
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Genesis
(I share this poem with my readers on the World Poetry Day!!! A poem about how a poem is born.)
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Artemis
Friday, June 1, 2012
Amante Egaree*
They belong to each other
Like lost fragments of jigsaw puzzles
Leaving behind perfect faults
In a faulty perfection.
Like colorless voids in a colorful mosaic
And silent spells in a symphony
Calling each other through a maze of sounds
Dispersing, dissolving, diffusing away,
They belong to each other
Like falling leaves of a tree
Crumbling, crunching, giving away
To silent soil, silently
Like future dreams of far way past
They belong to each other, still,
Without belonging to each other.
* French for Lovers Lost
Amante Egaree
French Translation by Jean-Manuel Duhaut, Director Alliance Française Hyderabad
Ils appartiennent l’un à l’autre
Comme des fragments de puzzles,
Laissant derrière eux des fautes parfaites
Dans une perfection fautive.
Comme des vides pâles dans une mosaïque de couleurs
Et des pauses silencieuses dans une symphonie,
S’appelant l’un l’autre dans un labyrinthe sonore,
Dispersés, dissous, parsemés,
Ils appartiennent l’un à l’autre
Comme les feuilles mourantes d’un arbre,
S’émiettant, craquelant, se donnant
Au sol silencieux, silencieusement,
Comme les rêves futurs d’un passé distant,
Ils appartiennent l’un à l’autre,
Sans toutefois appartenir l’un à l’autre.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, September 5, 2008
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!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Pagli
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.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Adressee Not Found
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?”
Friday, May 9, 2008
Walking Along the Pavement
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.
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Unmade Bed
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.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Love by the Side of the Grave
And combed through her hair are wrinkled now.
While she lies shrouded, sleeping peacefully
He all alone, aloof by the side of her grave
Lets his tears flood his face, and soak his parched lips.
The hands that once held her hands in ecstasy
Now sift the soft clay, mounded into a low hill
That weighs upon his old chest
Full of memories, of a life spent together
Amid all those happy moments when joys
Played miracles and made life more sweet
And when time tested with all its might
In some form of adversity, pain and fear
Her lap nested him…..
Now while she lay deep in slumber
Beneath the cool earth, he, scorching
In the fire of separation, insecurity and helplessness
Raises his hands for a prayer,
For her peace and atonement
With a wish to meet her soon.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Chaos
Into a graffiti,
Silhouettes of past, dimmed
In the foreground of now-a-days
The cries for peace are muffled in the din,…
Pessimistically optimistic,
Yet the sighs go on.
The utopian dream is a nightmare
Snatching everybody’s sleep
In the middle of the night
Still I wake up late ….
The morning news tells
How many died yesterday!
Thoughts in a Graveyard
Of a latent claustrophobia
Oh! The grave dark and deep
While some in some merriment
Think of having a long sleep
Yet Grim in his dreadful grin
Smiles…. may be!
The leaves fall with the autumn breeze
And petals drop one by one
Shriveled by the coming winter’s frost
Oh the times steps, slow, at ease
Yet with a pace always at a run
Unending and at what cost!
Slow and steady
Like in some eternal hourglass
The sand empties itself
Into some hillock of a past
To be there for ever.
The Play
To see the comedy of life
Lest I be a clown myself
I laugh the most untoward laugh
At myself in the mirror; I think
I don’t have time to think
I laugh at the tragedy
An ever going one, this life
Ah, we mere spectators
Of the play where we are the cast
Cast in a pitied cast
To play not by our will
To laugh, to weep, to cry, to die
The way we are wanted, to be
Or not to be; I think
Why do I think?
Death
shadows oscillate like thoughts
of past, present, future; unending.
The breaths heave,
up the chest and down,
the heart beats pump life,
systole, diastole……
The life’s equation,
plus, minus, multiples, divisions
and a predestined solution!
And a buffet
blows the flame off.
Monday, December 31, 2007
The Waves of Time
Drifting in a sea where
Yesterdays mingle with an ever present today
With waves helplessly dashing
Against tomorrows cliffs; spraying a mist
Of hopes that pervades long in the air
Like aftereffects of all this conundrum
Slowly the waves retreat, silently like past
And today’s waves throw them back
Like recollections remembered…..
A face, a moment of joy or pain
The souls just being tossed now and then
Here and there in this eternal confrontation
Of yesterdays and tomorrows
Here on the shores of today.
12th December 2007
Stars twinkling, the moon waxing and waning
Ever since you left, Dad
Nothing has changed
Except everything.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Crimson Dusk
is coated with a crimson tinge
and a sanguine stink prevails.
The petals have withered away
and shriveled stalks remain
pointing in an accusing demeanor
towards the sky.
The hearts are cloistered in gloom
and tongues wrapped in silence
yet eyes in their lachrymose outbursts
write in saline crusts
memoirs of untold grief.
Oh sleeping ones! Blessed are you
here living ones little better than dead
die a thousand living deaths…..
…… should I pray for life
or crave for death?