Monday, 3 November 2014

A Lingering While

What about those who are ill
What about the weak, the downtrodden
Who is going to protect them when survival is at stake
Who is going to take pity at their imperfect make
God is kind, in equality mankind thrives
But what about the unequal
Who strives and strives
But never to achieve, never to live
To be remembered, to receive accolades or words
Words of encouragement, words of peace, words of love or even a treat
I'm neither fit nor am I fighting for survival
I who was just born have been just killed
Maimed for life by the one whom God has given more power
Whom do I blame cause it too was striving for food
It did not kill in jest but in fear of sacrificing its means
Now my master may feel sad
But in sadness you cannot wash truth
Or deny the unkindness of mortality
In thoughts if I live I accomplish
The unthinkable
Rise from obscurity to recognition
To live beyond this little while
Ah! A little lingering while!

Monday, 7 July 2014

My mother, his Wife

Why did he call my mother his wife?
I did not understand, I could not realize
Though an anger swelled deep within me
Its meaning was lost that night
My mother's Boss took us out for dinner
And then, while we sat there
Me and my brother
Our wrists deep within the broth
The taste of food all over our cloth
She smiled and the Boss winked
Meanings unknown to me were exchanged
I saw everything but didn't understand
Why both of them left us suddenly
With all the delicious food to eat
Then as we finished eating, my mother arrived
Furtively hiding a tear aside
I didn't ask any question, I didn't understand
What was killing her deep inside
When it was time to leave
The Boss took us in his car
We drove for a while but mother bore a scar
Of silence and broken dreams
That she never expressed and I never understood
I looked at her with wonder and hoped to be home soon
Alas, it was not meant to be!
As rage struck under the full-lit moon
When the Boss told his driver
To look after his wife, my mother
Why did he call my mother his wife?
I did not understand but it was enough
To pull out from my bag the knife
And with one swift move I put it to use
That brought back my mother's voice
Now as she screamed in disbelief
The driver ran out to get relief
But I didn't panic, I didn't understand
I just had to pick the knife from the table
When I saw a tear rolling down my mother's cheek
The courtroom declared me juvenile
While others called me the devil
I just didn't understand why nobody understood
That my mother's wasn't his wife!

Friday, 4 July 2014

The End, Maybe

Slowly she walks away from the music
Her life lost in beats of anguish
She isn't going to dance again
Her feathers been plucked by him
She will remember the last moment
Forever it will run down her spine
Remind her of the cruelty spent
In killing her faith from love's divine
How he laughed the night before
How she held him tight so long
Long after he had left her alone
But then it was all over
She let the music on to calm her down
Until the raging fury struck her now
Now as he lay in a pool of bed
She reminds herself-'it was meant to be, this is the end, or maybe...'

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Perchance

Calling into my mind
Your footsteps leave a trail behind
The long drawn life ahead
The long painted faces
Will all be a part
Of habitual existence
But what if flowers bloom again
The oceans laughter ring again
Drawing you perchance
Into another bout of romance!

Friday, 21 February 2014

Time the Healer Time the Wrecker

This way you wouldn't feel bad
At least I have remembered you in times of crisis
You may complain of me playing safe
With all lost and nothing in between
This is what remains
Pick up the pieces make some space
Knocking doors often give in to pressure
I took you home with certain intent
You opened shut doors and crevices
Now the doors are open with nowhere to root the emotions
Time the healer time the wrecker
Plays with me and alters your notions

Friday, 31 January 2014

I Write...Midway I Stop and Reconcile

There’s no script, no lights, no action, no sound
In the crippled home, you see around, looking for abundance
It’s always the same story and yet you choose it
It’s always the same end and still you need it
Leaving with a smile the wondrous days behind
For what lies ahead is a wonderful lie

And yet you try to hold onto, every single detail, 
Every single conversation, every single emotion, 
But they never rise, they never come back to haunt you again
Memory has betrayed you, you try your best to feel those emotions, 
You try your best to at least feel your own lost feelings,
But they don’t come back. 

You try to remember the events, the first kiss, the first swim, 
The first drunk escapade, but it's all empty.

Your pages are now filled with absolute fiction. 
Your existence is now a reality that you had never expected it to be. 
You cannot, you should not, you do not want to lose it. 
The night when you got drunk and were chased by the dogs, 
The first night when you stayed up till dawn, watching the stars fall over the horizon.
But every first, come with a second, a third and sometimes a fourth
No emotion is pure, unadulterated

And yet they say life is but once.
Live it with every experience, live it the best possible way you can!