Roots

(Dedicated to all the moms and dads abandoned in a nursing home)

We wandered far

To feed your hunger

We dug deeper

To quench your thirst

You were always looking up

Towards the shiny light

As if embarrassed,

by our mud stained faces

We watched you grow

One leaf at a time

We held you together

In every storm of your life

When we get old

Do not break us off

Let us die on your lap

Under the shade of love

Loveholic

A lover’s hope shines so bright

When ever our eyes meet

Thoughts travel faster than light

Oh! Waiting for love is so sweet

In her eyes I saw my reflection

Trying in vain to hide a smile

When I am in love’s perception

Nothing is important for a while

For love, I put everything aside

To hold the glory of the moment

When she is lying beside

Nothing more to comment

If love is still a deadly poison

I am willing to be a martyr

The Fall

The cold and indifferent river,

ran deep under the bridge

The mild and confused heart,

stood with one leg over the railing.

a jump is like birth

to let go of the vantage point

to struggle with unfamiliar currents

to keep the head above water.

I put the other leg over the railing

No burning bushes in my river

Nor any lamb to sacrifice

I am on my own

If I swim against the currents,

Will I drown knowing that I tried?

If I let the currents take me,

Where will it deposit me?

A careless wind slapped my face

Jolting me from the sinking feeling

I took a deep breath,

and lurched

Agony & Ecstasy

If hope is like the rays of sun,

my mind is the turning earth.

One half embraces the light,

rest is buried in darkness.

If hope is a lovely forest,

my mind is a tree.

Leaves swinging with life,

roots dying under the mud.

If hope is a charming lover

I am in and out of favor

Enchanting with a smile

Discarding with a smirk

If hope is a flagpole,

my mind is half mast

Reluctant hands of fate

hold me in purgatory

Meera's Pain

(This poem is inspired by a sincere post from a fellow blogger)

A broken promise stings,

more than a mother’s curse.

Stony heart crippled my wings

Storming my life’s course

Unfed nerves did not fail

To spread the loss evenly

From my silent wail,

a twisted sound got away,

trying to form the words,

come back to me.. my dearest…

Numbness knows not to blame

May god bless you, dear one…

With health and prudence,

To not leave, any one else behind.

Cloud 9

I killed my love with a sigh of relief

Never to be its slave anymore

To defy the current of togetherness

To be alone in a room of ones own

Freedom from the clutches of intimacy

Landed me at the altar of solitude

Release from the demands of love

Freed my desires from captivity

Fading memories cannot hurt

I felt as light as a feather

Bouncing from place to place

I set my course to the unknown

Collapse

 

(Inspired by the Documentary 'Collapse' click the picture to launch trailer)

Oceans feed on land

Earth shudders often

Floods took our homes

People move here and there

Center was silent,

About the storm.

Sheep were scattered

Like ashes in a wind.

Chaos bared its teeth

Food, a calculation

Shelter, a shared nightmare

Water turned wine

Sins of our fathers

Paying a late visit

No, we reached here

The dividend of greed

Dear God...

(This poem was inspired by the movie 'Lourdes')

Why did you choose me?

To carry your light

Who spoke in my dream?

To fold my bed and walk

How do you shower your love?

Does it fall like the rain?

On the faithful and faithless alike

Drenching the rich and poor

Is it like lightning then?

Picking a random subject

A cripple like me

Never counted your blessings

I don’t live by your rules

Will I be damned?

What is a normal life?

If everyone is unique

Rainy Thoughts.....

 

Only offspring to the ocean and cloud

His smile is like a shiny white sword

Devotion of trees makes him so proud

Loyalty of rivers reveal, he is their lord

He sees every window's pain and joy

He never misses a date with a farmer

He gives soaked expressions to the coy

He sighs at the lovers getting warmer

As gentle as a white pony

And as wild as a dark horse

He roars with those who laugh

He weeps with those who mourn

He brings wonder with every visit

Leaves a colorful promise to come again.

A long way from home

For the marooned astronaut

Home is a small blue spot

A sailor who lost his compass

Will call the nearest land home

For the secluded prisoner

Home is the letter that will never arrive

The faces around the bonfire

Is home for the man away from his tribe

The thoughtful philosopher will say

Home is what he has not learned

For the meditating monk

Home is a promise called heaven

For lovers living apart

Home is where they last met

Home is different for everyone

A place where we are buried alive

Mercy Killing

If my pain is like a cave

I am buried deep inside

With nothing left to crave

Death was standing beside

They took my ring while I slept

The visitors looked at the floor

Nobody said bye when they left

No one cared to close the door

Paralyzed eye lids will not close

Staring at an indifferent world

I will die with my eyes open

I waited for them to pull the plug

The train I never caught

The journey is lauded as exotic

Existing route to happiness

A place most visited

I bought a ticket too

The faces I will meet

The food I will share

The laugh I will cause

The love I will spread

I packed in a hurry

On my way to station

I came across a robin’s nest

Fallen from comfort

I walked past the nest

A cry pierced my heart

I could not, I will not

I have a train to catch

I spotted the mother robin

A mannequin of helplessness,

hanging on to a branch

What a terrible nest you made?

I picked the nest up

Three blue eggs, not a scratch

I looked at the robin

You do know how to weave

I climbed the robin’s tree

She flew higher to a wide branch

And tapped it with her beak

I placed the nest there

I ran to the station

Waving the ticket at no one

I was 25 minutes late

The train had left

I will not see happy faces

The food will get cold

The laughter will not be heard

The love will not be seen

I sat down near a pillar

I thought about the three lives,

inside the blue shell

I smiled..

The Longing...

She came to a sudden halt

After running for answers

Staring at the moment’s fault

The rain drowned her whispers

I saw my fear in her eyes

The question lay in our midst

When a part of something dies

Nothing will justify the twist

Her eyes spoke not to leave

Her face a fracture of concern

Like martyrs to time’s weave

We fell apart never to return

Adventures in love we created

Became memories I dread to visit

Debris of a love knowingly defeated

Floats around which I can not resist

The living Lamp

I opened an unknown door

Darkness awaited me

I dared to venture far

Soon I lost my way

While I cursed my stupidity

A fire fly came flickering

In the glow of the living lamp

I felt for the source of power

I turned the lights on

A single ‘wow’ got away

A riot of colors

On every wall, every fabric

Blue ceiling is beyond reach

Fresh flowers in every pot

The walls are pulsating

With drawings that feel

I knelt there humbled

Holding the fire fly

Praising the moment

I opened the door

Public Opinion and the Donkey

This post is a direct reply to Anju Gandhi' post here about the suffering people undergo in order to escape from the wrath of  'what will others think?

How I got over this syndrome is by reading a great story when i was a child.

A father and son were coming back from market after buying a donkey.

First they let the donkey walk beside them. One onlooker pointed out that they are crazy to not use the donkey to carry one of them.  Then the loving father put his son on top of the donkey and after walking some miles another person who came across said what a spoiled kid, children should not be pampered like this,  let the kid walk and learn the hardships of life.  So the humiliated father thought it’s better if he sits on the donkey.

After going some distance someone else pointed out to the father that he is stupid to not let the kid travel with him on the donkey. He pointed out that the donkey can carry them both. The father was ashamed why it never occurred to him. So he decided to carry the boy with him.

Half way home the donkey fell down and the father and son ended up carrying the donkey the rest of the way to home.

To those who listen to public opinion you will always have to carry your donkey sooner or later

Arranged Torture

India is a land of arranged marriages. Most of them are set into motion for financial gains and some are arranged to get rid of the girl. Some with the permission of the bride and some without. A majority are done in the name that the girl will straighten the guy out and make him a good person. This, my friends, is the most ridiculous excuse I have ever come across for an arranged marriage.

The first day of a hastily arranged marriage often starts with the poor woman gaping at the erected manhood and cowering in the bed. The only difference between arranged marriage and rape is that the former is approved by the society and her parents. How many women in India silently suffer because her parents and relatives ‘knew’ what is best for her? How many of them started the most important day in their life half heartedly. If two people who are in no way compatible with each other is simply going on because each one is afraid in his/ her own way what the others will think if they divorce or run away, Is society’s way of setting up marriages a good thing then? 

The marital counseling is a farce; the only thing they are concerned about is the religious propaganda of that particular religion which conducts the counseling. The candidates are drilled to abide by the laws of that religion and raise their young in the same way.

Talking about young ones, It is a pre requisite in India to produce an offspring within one year of the wedding or at least make the girl pregnant in one year or else, one will be bombarded with questions regarding the reproductive capability of the concerned. Most often it’s the woman who is subjected to such rude remarks. Of course, it is a taboo to doubt the man’s ability in a patriarchal society. So the fault is always with the woman. How convenient!

Once the children are born then all the frustration in a failed marriage is blamed on one thing ‘for the sake of the children’.

PS: recently I came across an advertisement of one of the famous matrimonial sites of India which explicitly told me to come and increase your chance in the marriage ‘market’. Well that’s exactly what it is, a market where men and women are exchanged.

Rebirth

Every second I die..

To rise from the ashes of time

To look my past self in the eye

To say you are not worth a dime

The new me is superior

Rebirth is the key

The new me draws fresh air

And mocks the past me

Thus I atone my space

Every second, every day

To tread alone in this maze

To keep the darkness at bay

To persevere here

I live every moment

I tick every second

Rebirth is the key