Saturday, July 30, 2011

Thistles and thorns

Life is incomplete
Even in its total perfections
Without the misgivings

A rose is still wanting
in its fragrant charms
Without the thorns

Happiness and sadness
Are the thistles and thorns
Like the days and nights

Thistles and thorns
Are the part of life
The essence of all sentience

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Dog Poops

A bastard pooch
son of a bitch
squats on all its fours
in perfect symmetry
fore limbs locked
hind limbs Z shaped
retaining the stability
absorbing the  shock
its spine curled in an arch
perchance for easy discharge
shoulders held back
head looking from side to side
ensuring no rear obstructions
ears drooping low, tail erect
eyes almost closed
and so poops out its crap thus

The holy shit
in all its glory
like a sausage
almost mouth watering
hot and fresh
grilled and tanned
peeps out just a little
retaining itself almost inside
the homely intestines
refusing to budge
and gush out the anal door

The fanged canine toils
shitty faced and  spent
struggles it all out
tasking all adipose
from head to the toes
and yet all the while
just a piece  droops out
and hangs precariously
the stray vagabond
in all its uneasiness
in all difficulty struggles
fighting against
an everyday process
so easy otherwise
but failing this time
It prays and probably thinks
“Come on shit, fall out fast
for heaven’s sake
Spare me
Spare my sphincter”
Can’t someone help
the poor soul
out of the crappy misery?

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

haiku

It was not to be
but destiny had its plans
for your happiness

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

When are you coming?

When are you coming?
It’s been only a while
That you are gone
But it already seems
Like it’s been ages

Come back soon
I can’t walk the paths alone
I can’t trust the strangers
That I meet on the way
I seek your unfailing company

The nights are long and eerie
Even my shadow fades in the dark
Everything is cold around
Won’t you come back soon?
Loneliness is killing me

Attending to the realities around
we must run the life’s race
Let us not forget the karmic union
Hope you are coming soon
I am always waiting

Saturday, July 16, 2011

13/7

Image from google
Smoke and dust fill the air
Moans and groans heard everywhere
Destruction aplenty on the ground
Fallen bodies are everywhere found
No cries can bring the dead alive
No condolences can heal the wounds
No words can soothe the shattered lives
The wicked face of terror has gnarled
Its devilish horns have once again gored
Its brutal fangs have heartlessly clawed
to tear apart the race of humanity
Terrorists, aren’t you humans too?

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sandcastle

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I toiled my efforts
often soiling my hands
stacking piles of sands
arduously, patiently
with gentle caring touches
in mere playfulness
against every force
bringing the mounds down
not withstanding 
the slightest annoyance
and  as I labored
over and over again
the piles of sands mound to shape
a  beautiful castle breathes alive
My Taj Mahal is up
I am amused at my creation
and gaze spellbound
at the wonder of the genesis
when the waves break on the shore
unannounced, uninviting
and rolls back momentarily
leaving my castle ruined

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Am I rich or poor?


I am not rich
Like most rich men
I do not have a good bank balance
Nor do I carry a thick purse
I do not own estates
Nor posh cars and buildings
I do not have the luxury
of keeping consorts
I do not gamble at high stakes
and I do not smoke
the doubly taxed foreign fags
I am not blessed with riches
I am not rich
Like most rich men of today
But I ain’t poor either
I have a healthy body
Complete with all senses
I have a happy job
For my three square meals
I have a good night’s sleep
With sweet dreams to cherish
I have a marriage
tied in silken knots of love
and vows of faith and trust
Not of infidelities and deception
I have rich thoughts
and richer feelings and emotions
Life’s trivial problems
aren’t a big burden
I have a life worth living
What else can I wish for?
Am I rich or poor?
What are riches without happiness?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Is all well?

Culture degrading
Values dying
More westernizing
Is all well?

Climate changing
Snows melting
Forests thinning
Is all well?

Crimes on rise
Peace otherwise
Unsafe all over
Is all well?

Nation in transition
Democracy young
Confusions many
Is all well?

Many impositions
Many bans
Black market
Is all well?

Many laws
Stern actions
Receipt a must
Is all well?

Father gambling
Mother drinking
Children into gangs
Is all well?

Bigger world
Narrowed mind
egocentric
Is all well?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Abysmal


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There is no answer
in the stillness of the darkness
except the silence of the night
so ghostly frightening
even a faraway glowing light
grows faint and dimmer
The quiet wind can’t be trusted
The  stars are too far away
to light up my loneliness
I know you will not walk with me
down the eerie dark path
and acquiesce my whims
I won’t solicit your company
I am acclimatized to loneliness
I shall befriend the frightening night
Seek courage in a depth of a whiskey glass
and forge ahead into the darkness
all through, all alone

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Distant stars


Invisible winds
Wretched thoughts
A careless journey
Unavoidable truths
And the distant stars

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Epitome of happiness


Babysitting
My toddler this morning
I watched him
running around
Playing truant
in playful innocence
Full of laughter and joyfulness
Little does he know
the depth of his existence
my epitome of happiness
and my strength of being
He keeps playing tirelessly
I sit back and rejoice in silence
I smile at him

Monday, June 20, 2011

Who am I?


You called me
A bore
A dimwit
Immature
What names
Have you not called me?

was it out of love?
A jest of mockery
or in  a tint of anger
Never mind the names
Just tell me
Who am I actually?
Have I lost my identity?

Friday, June 17, 2011

God's own ways



I see not the moon tonight
Even the stars are keeping away
Darkness is all I can feel around
and it’s almost engulfing me

I can see my end looming near
The whispering calls of death I can hear
and the dreaded beckoning stare
to strike its hammer on my life so dear

ere the blooming roses withered 
and the rainbow faded to nothingness
ere the sun sank beyond the horizon
My odyssey of life is nearing its end

I wish not to live a hundred years
and laze in the eternal realms of earth
My wishes are not for a kingly crown
Not all the happiness can excite me

All I wish is just another usual day
another moment, another breath
but I must exit ere my time is nigh
God has his own divine ways

NB: This one is prompted by a dear one who is on his death bed waiting for his end.

Monday, June 13, 2011

upbeat

Heart melts in your beauty
Head is stuffed with poetry
Somehow, words elude me
though thoughts are copious
I vie for vent of expressions
for the glory of the nature

Friday, June 10, 2011

soul searching

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Searching
for answers
to void questions
venting
pent up feelings
obliviously coiled
Silence sans echo
digs  deeper
into nothingness
Looking beyond
Looking close
I search  
what I cannot find
that I have never lost
Life flickers
like a brief candle
A dilemma
around every corner
glare and flare
I take further on
for a new dawn
I reach the end line

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Fleeting moments

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Flowers bloom and wither
Leaves fall, trees wane
Dreams die,
Rainbows vanish
even the mighty sun
shies away
beyond the  horizon
Everyday ebbs
to nothingness
Nothing holds
except impermanence
laughing in mockery
at humans running
the life’s busy race
in blindness
Callous greed and fallow dreams
Hostilities at its height
bent even to cut the  other’s  throat 
for a singular gain
Humanity galloping away
Every men and women
thoughtless outlanders
oblivious of the choices
the two roads in the woods offer
unmindful
that we reap as we sow
with every fleeting moment
life nears its end
Some day
Sooner than later
to embrace dear death
in all its icy coldness
Are we prepared?
Do we not need
to mend our ways now?
Will death be pleasant?

Monday, June 6, 2011

berserk thoughts

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My thoughts are going berserk day by day
with neither news nor a hearty call from you;
in frenzied activities while way leads onto way,
in anticipation, I am singing the blues

This rift is slowly running out my patience,
It's hard to understand this frantic life.
Lend vent of voice to this deepened silence,
It cuts this forlorn heart like a knife.

Do not let my smile turn to frowns,
Let me the last bits of my laughter save.
Do not make me a clown among the clowns,
You are all in this world I have.

Rekindle my life with a call so sweet;
This longing I have is taxing me a lot.
My love is all, I shall sacrifice for it,
Only support me to row this life’s boat.

Your inspiration now, I earnestly desire to seek,
Cheer me up to run this life’s race.
Do not let my heart go weak and meek.
Do not leave me a stranger in a strange place.

PS: I came across this poem that i had scribbled years ago  in a dusty note book

Friday, June 3, 2011

nightclubbing

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Rocking music from the corner,
Played and replayed by the DJ
of ephemeral rock and pop,
in the hall sparklingly lit,
Never stopping shadowy figures,
Robed in myriad attires to suit,
In singles, doubles and multiples,
toiling to sweat their guts out.
Intoxicated by the rollicking time,
restless limbs in ceaseless motion,
treading invariably to no destination,
Practiced pace in pitched laughter,
swinging scene in smoky air;
‘Tis much ado of the couples’ dance
and sure enough the bonkus’ chance.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

In short


Flipping through the pages of time
I wandered across my twisted mind
Pondering the pangs of a broken heart
I stumbled on some wrinkled dreams
Can I iron out its crumpled creases?
Can I begin the story all over again?
How do I put my feelings to words?
The clouds are full of wrath and rain

Friday, May 27, 2011

a son's question


My son walked up to me
this morning over breakfast
and innocently quizzed me
with an spontaneous question
I brushed it off momentarily
Should I say it was silly?
He turned and walked away
and got into his infantile plays
It did not matter to him
that he did not get an answer
But somehow
the question kept ringing in me
over and over again
only to reveal a deeper depth
in a seemingly childish question
and when I contemplated an answer
I realized, I did not have one