Duality

[There are always two sides to a coin, pros and cons of being what you are. On the one end you are strong confident and people like you, yet you are scared, lonely and lost.]


I am blissful, confident and so serenely strong
I follow people and they, in numbers, throng


I fear God and that’s how I am taught we’re pious
Some faith is my soul, never a thought- ambiguous


And yet for years did I hide an insipidity?
Few lies, a true self- that never approached my vicinity

Love never sustained me, but a sympathetic crowd disillusioned
I drowned in my own heart, its depth never to be measured

To God I turned for an only sole average life
I cried out, unheard yet a hope of a skeptical strife

I need to be heard and free; buoyant yet loud and big
This is me, my thoughts on living is never a gold-dig

Reality and truth had to but coalesce and conspire
An “acceptable” persona masks all the insecurity and despair

The Healing Heart

They met they chitchat
Compassion covered all like a giant hat

The talk and the silence
Not of love yet of benevolence

Suddenly, hard it was to talk
Life took me thru a walk

Have you ever revisited a grave?
Old wounds and feelings that you crave

Wounds which age couldn’t bury
Feelings that spilled out never in a hurry


Lost in a passing saga lone
A sting remains if the wound gone

Imperfections shaped me
While august spirituality adopted thee

A lost and wild turn in spirit
Character with none a merit

A deep plunge in a euphoria unbound
A bite instilled by a poison hound

For a kind touch my fingers tremble
In futile hopes those fate lines feeble

If only god and love had a say
And not destiny and life vaguely play

Unused lane, incomplete dreams and an unfulfilled wish
Time vapourises all in its sedate burning Petri dish

Healing a heart is my life-time
Unhealed wounds yet none their crime

The Illusionist

[Synopsis: Ever noticed those little girls and boys by the roadside? They might not have eaten from last night yet they seem so care free. In this poem I just cant help wondering what are they made of! What keeps them alive and kicking or for that matter what hopes they sustain! ]


The Illusionist

Of our world she knew so immensely less
Yet those eyes strived, none tactless

Besides her hurried a traffic and its populace
No care for them in her did ever surface

A tangled mass her hair, all battered
Those rags her outfit, old and tattered

An enigma that hunger is none could reject
Outwits attempts to emulate her misery abject

Tiny fingers clasped tight in the sweat of the sun
A little something, remnants of the last luncheon

With better things to worry, undaunted and at peace
To see better days any living moments she did seize


Quick were her steps, as so to chase a wild dream
In those sparkling eyes, innocent hopes did still beam

Dearth with riches, for God is a perfectionist
Calm was her smile, for she is an illusionist!

The Conflict

[Competitions are funny if not healthy! This poem brings out a weird comparision between man made beauty and natural beauty. In no way they can be compared! Nature is supreme. This poem goes on to tell why…]


The conflict


The lamp gave the moon a quizzical glance
To a lawn it lent a brilliant instance

Blending arrogance to man made pretention
The lamp of the lawn was no planetary illusion

Not shrouded by any ominous cloud
None borrowed just its sparkling power aloud

Triumphant it stood illuminating every sight
Boasting no myth to its extreme delight

Hatred! Thou shalt condemn thyself!
The moon smiled, every ray a hope in itself

Darkness seeks her to cordon the sky
Hidden my clouds for she is mysteriously shy

For a blessed earth she selflessly strived
Lives of the night just by her survived

A beauty she lent to infinite darkness
She lent to love, eternity in all its firmness

A world she lit, the earth she guided
The sun rays evolved, she slowly subsided!

The Portrait

[Synopsis: To some, art is to be expressed, admired, worshipped but never misinterpretated and sold with a price!This poem traces a sad possibility of a few unfortunate who have to contemplate art to earn a living!
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The Portrait

In an “art house” besides the butcher
In a dark corner, antics and all clutter
A portrait beheld a tale, unexplored and bitter

Depicting an aged taboo fraternity
Or a crowd seeking a euphoric mentality
Almost obscene, art with no solidarity

Had it depicted art as a musical
Or as a phrase, profound and sceptical
Or portrait love,life or the immortal

Rather was the silhouette all nude
Fancy to the eyes a shabby delude
An era of art crumbling or its prelude

Art is worship yet chastity clueless
The artist’s theme, weak and baseless
Pleasing to the senses yet still senseless

Should the artist be living hand to mouth?
No success or livelihood anytime about
In a dilemma his sore soul did shout

A shout! To voice himself against a question
For living is a risk with no stable solution
And hunger met him at a rational junction

Time rewarded the portrait a vulgar boast
While patrons of passion are but lost
Striving all means to live and art all lost!

I am missing

[Synposis: Childhood! The memories sweet and mesmerising! This poem
does compareour present day lives with our growing up. That phase when
we were loved and cared.Close to home and close to nature. As we grow
mature, we lost all of them. Well I find that the differences are not good!]


            I
           am
           missing


Innocent were my young dreams
Pitched were my happy screams
Golden were the sun’s vivid beams

The dark crust masking the gold at night
Home coming birds from the day’s flight
Sheltered cozy over the branches in sight

Hastily evolving seasons, the sun, the rain
The cold water drops still tingle my brain
Tingling my feet is still every pebble every grain

The farm, the field and trees all emerald green
Haunting me a distant dream never to be seen
Nature, my shrine, without her I have been.

Lucky was my childhood, I cherished, I lived
Seeking no green diamonds, I believed
I grew up mature none to be relieved!

A burning city surrogates that breeze old
Without any warmth, today I am sold
Isolated and alone, in winters fiercely cold

Calling out to the rain, seasons and the sun
Pacing heart and teary eyes, directionless I run
Embrace me! And not so callously shun!

Memories! Waves on sand imprints splashing!
A simile or a plead, yet none surviving!
I survived, post my life went missing.

Token of Humanity

[SYNOPSIS: Many a times we notice- a dying cow, hurt birds, street dogs being beaten. I cant but help taking 
sympathy for them. None seem to care for them. This poem 
ventures to explore the basic question of why they are being 
treated this way. And that they deserve a little care and 
concern, least a descent death.]

Token of Humanity

A bird, a fledgling with broken wings,
happened to disturb my heart strings.

Hurt by the hell bent hands of a cannibal
sending out cries of pain in excrutiating decibels.

Dust mocking the blood oozing from its fleshy orifice
A scene that could make the hunter suffice

A  small crowd gathered in its lassitude
Just  to pull me out of my solitude

Sorry, they felt with faces intense
Which to me seemed a fretful pretense

The lone survivor of humanity, my soul in my being
couldn't tolerate any more seeing the forbidden thing

The value of life tried I to describe
to a crowd unwilling to anything humane imbibe

The thinking part in me ceased comparision
And I quickly passed by, but for the daparted soul
          said a secret orison ...

I am free

[Synopsis: Restrictions & rules- thats the world to some of us! How about breaking every rule? Living every moment at your own terms? This poem is all about the fantasy of living in a world of our own, where you do what you wish to do, living every moment to its fullest!! ]









I am Free


Let it be a smile, innocent and pointless
Let it be with me, this strange happiness
Let me this moment live to its fullness

Let me be by my fate frowned on
a fear be undiscovered and never shown
Let that beauty give light to my dawn!

Let it be born in my heart, flow in my eyes
Unborn dreams take me to heaven and skies
Let me feel them, the truth with the lies

Let life take me to the sun to burn
be it my euphoria, be it I am stubborn
let me embrace it all, never cowardly run

Let success be far from me, its fair
Let lush greenery be my clean air
Shiny precious dew drops be my share

Let my pain be mine, tears be there
my heart turn all emotions crudely bare
Let me for my mind and peace care


Let me stay lost but not a busy bee
Let me live life, as a wild lively spree
Let nothing be predefined, Let me be free

Yet Unfulfilled

[Synopsis: Disappointment is an enigma-both trifle and huge! Our expectations –towards friends and family are essential, but in a manner tests our belief in our own stands. This poem doesn’t complain of a person being left alone but softly takes the blame on oneself for being too emotionally insecure. The first time I try on three- lined verses. Read on.. ]










Yet Unfulfilled


Born under an unlucky star
All wishes dying under desperate despair
Some did come true but half and unfair

Of burning charcoal, remembered only in the cold
My soul keeps the life in it tight and behold
When all my ideals are useless, old and sold

Loneliness, being still in a crowd shows
A face scared of all friendly foes
A heart cut and bent of which only God knows

Of wars being waged many an instance
None a soul bearing an acceptance
Again, my wishes handicapped on a life long sentence

When life finds loneliness a companion better
Till emotions turn less tear and more of water
And just die or shatter or scatter

An unlucky birth born only to serve
All beauty and charm lost none to preserve
Devoid of all laurels it might as well be worth and deserve

Yet my ideals get guarded in a more deeper shell
To this sympathetic world however cheap they sell
Though unfulfilled yet carried thru my grave and beyond till hell

Bondage Waves

[SYNOPSIS: This poem is about man trying to capture the beauty of the living world in his own convenient ways. We, in the process, never think about the fact that- in an attempt to entertain the ever fastidious human mind, we are taking other lives into bondage. Read along as the poem explores the helplessness of a bonded life ]



Bondage Waves

Mighty he stood like a warrior at the colosseum
With less spectators in a tight space of an aquarium

Bitterly thankless for his regular meals
For bondage is a wound which never heals

Bright and beautiful yet driven blind
By man made features closely aligned

Gliding his fins only thru an enclosed water
Cruel fingers taunting, not much of a flatter

He dreamt of an open sea, waves and a mermaid
Can dreams be reality not enough said?

He who seeks to adore him captured and alive
Shall chain beauty and teach innocence less to survive

To breath in a human and tensed air
A life made public to mockery, not really fair

Can artificiality be truely natural?
Forced nature can never be real!

Faith!

[Synopsis: People of all races believe in a God. They approach the Almighty during times they are in trouble. Typically, we believe in "pleasing " the spirits with our rituals. This poem is sarcastic and instinctive. It arises the question of the rituals  "being fair" to all living beings!]





faith!

The deity descended in all her glory
among devotees for the ever untold story.

close to them was a herd, not so devoted,
sacrificing their last breath,transfixed & defeated.

belief demand offerings without reason.
life had never known of such a religion.

hail! the devotee who had the guillotine!
nonetheless life-taking, despite its shape serpentine.

a luckiest first made his way thru the crowd,
the devotees, now, more absorbed in the idol, felt proud.

the animal thought of his familyherd, a last time,
the pang to separate, due, at this holy shrine.

facing the idol, he closed his eyes in submission,
his generations to follow suit, was still his crushing anticipation.

The Moon

[Synopsis: So, here's a thought. What if there is a thing- serene and calm, say the moon and you start to think of it in a totally diferent light? This poem is sarcastic of the way writers and people in general view of the moon as the perfecty calm and romantic diva!! ]




* THE MOON *

Not all day long it happens;
not every night it is in the heavens.

Being due in pieces,changing but not solely vivid;
as that of a doomed face,in dreams sordid!

Of a theme gone voiceless & held hostage;
against darkness like a sage trying to defy age.

Symbolising the total failure of a great essayist;
she grins at the dark earth, as if a sadist.

Neither could it adsorb enough of the sun God;
nor could it make night a bright day abode!

Oh! that cerebral i am, would love to see it perish!
Dreams unrealised, my eternal self sure takes to decease!

Beating (in) me!!

[SYNOPSIS: The heart is so integral to life! And yet it seems like it really makes us do many weird and things not so much called for in life! This poem explores some such instances where I did what my heart told me to, and not what I had to do. It speaks about the mean part of all of our lives!!]



BEATING (IN) ME !!

To he who gave me a heart, O Lord!
To ignore its beat cant Iafford?

So beat not that my heart, as nevertheless you do;
Because nobody cares, however I've to live by you.

But beat! Not that I only survive!
Beat that its painless, I need not strive!

For, to bear a life and a painful heart,
makes me wonder why my life did start.

Its too human to be selfish.
Is it too selfish to be selfish?

I and myself turn demon.
I turn very selfish and poison!

The Wait

[SYNOPSIS: Imagine! There is this person you have been waiting for to return to you, whole day. And you realise he is not coming back; not for today, not tomorow.. but forever. This poem brings out the irony of how we tend to take the life of our fellow living beings for a granted.]



The Wait

A pity few rays left, the sun went dim;
Air in a nest, in an abandoned house, grew grim.

She knew no reasons of his delay;
confused then ever, in silence deadly she lay.

Defeated by a comrade or made to a human stew;
a malignant fate favoured hir return a chances few.

Of the toil it took to build the nest an early spring;
the dream to stay one, now lost, did tears bring.

Never to return was his cursed flight, basic;
Time fragmented, a splint with the nest lay static.

A solitary nest & a tormented heart eyed the abandoned gate.
Setting all earthly possibilities commenced her eternal wait!

The Season's Catch

[SYNOPSIS: Poverty strikes the very root of livelihood. But as they say "Fate favours those who help themselves"! To earn a descent living is our right.
This poem speaks of an eventful day in the life of a father-son fishers' duo. It
brings out the skill and the hope they use as a weapon against poverty!!]










The season’s catch

Mighty stood the lake gruesome and grim
Still moments to dawn, dark and dim

A silhouette stood, farther to horizons
The day’s first boat, arrogant beyond reasons

Withstanding the icy winds they hurried
Thru the busy waters, faces pale and worried

Young eyes half tired and half dreaming
Careful least his father rebukes of over-sleeping!

Cautiously, they poled the punt offshore
Praying of a catch as of the days of yore

Dawn outstretched its arms to a bright day
Yet with no early luck his net vaguely lay

The lake now a flood of ambitious poachers
Some still out of luck, others joyous

They shifted weight, the young one tried
The first shot and they loudly cried!

Today’s first, his catch ever best!
Testifying credentials was his broadened chest.

Gigantic streamlines sparkled the proud eyes
Brimmed with tears, yet thankful to the blue skies!

The Lone Flight

[SYNOPSIS: This poem speaks of the painful separation of two lovers who fell in love despite their many differences.
Love defies all boundaries. This poem is dedicated all people fallin in love and to love!! ]

The Lone Flight

She hated the sun & stars all grim
For it reminded her on an only him

She had felt her heartbeat against his chest
Strong hands comforting her at their knighliest

Protection she sought in all his fears
Fidelity was hers, all dreams and tears

Even its own blessed boundary love defies
A free lark, bold and ethereal it flies

To a world blotted with human demarcations
Real emotions lost all of its due implications

Of mighty promises unkept they knew
Yet they strived to take any chances few

To demystify that dark line of pang
Passion and never a song of distance they sang

Off they rowed over the water separating their valleys
Holding a melting torch, over newly built alleys

Freedom they chose & love is freedom
They eloped to sunshine and all hues random

He combats an ugly twist of fate, least bright
They sold her to death, leaving him a lone last flight

The lost warrior

[synopsis: terrorism as they say is "Glorified terror". It has brought so much of pain and suffering to everyone affectd by it. This also includes the families of anyone who, in the name of fighting for a "cause",  faces an identity crisis. They too are internally torn apart between people whom they love and their duty. This poem explores this basic fact, often ignored.]

The lost warrior

The silence drew no finite new turns

The darkness beheld no awaited returns.

The hatred in him nonetheless a triviality

She waited, for hopes deny reality

A war waged for a lost cause, he fought

Deliberate and untold turmoil they brought

She resented the cause of a glorified terror

Yet her belief in him beyond any error

For he once breathed within her flesh and existence

And shed tears at his first cry, none pretense

To this day till she dreamt of him being chased

Among tall pines by blood hounds fiercely raised

Is a cold barrack his befitting shelter?

To defy hunger & a weapon as his only bolster?

A patriot, a son, a terror or an unresolved ambiguity

Or decimate this decision just as a contemporary atrocity?

Every night was lit by her lamp of unbeaten light.

A door opened to welcome a warrior but not his plight!