Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Numb To Nectar

Today my mother morning is eager to greet me.
Now I’m wrapped inside a ray of soft lavender light.
I could feel the sharp tips of my curly hairs
There is a white spot on my little finger nail
Cream in strawberry shake, I would call it.
The rice pearls on the plate is smiling.
The smell of cucumber is on air.
I now see a white fairy in the blue sky
She is my guardian angel, I would say
To a bunch of old pals lost in sea coast.
I’m brave enough to face the angry sun
To gain an extraordinary shade of darkness
To dye my curls with a golden hue
Your strong hands have set me free
The green in your shirt is my nature
The sparkle in your eyes, my light
But now I’m flying so high
And you seem still!
I fly
And I fly

And you seem still!


Thursday, September 5, 2013

I live

The sparkles on the rough tarred road
And moisture in the thin black air
Dissolved me to a mysterious world of blindness.
The blue clouds that sailed its way to the heaven
And ash moths that danced for a meaningless breeze
Sang a song of love, less heard by me.
In the land where I stand
Where my fellow beings stand
There is less space for a drop of tear.
The giant holes on the road engulf lives
The pistol in the old man’s pocket points to his own son
The great Mother Nature has nothing to wear.
Skin and bones are mere structures to souls
 But here appearance demand priority
Relationships are temporary reasons for existence.

And In this world I live, I live and I live!


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Medusa’s Depression

In the midst of thousand lustful eyes
The emotions took the smell of sea breeze
Sounds were the echoes of agonizing pain
The mere smiles were the reflection of sympathy
Trapped inside the wet walls
The table fan is screaming for aid
My computer is the specimen for postmortem
The only change is the arrival of the prey
A prey qualified for the master’s feast
Checked and brainwashed for the better taste
The strength of the taste is tested
By measuring the heaviness of the wallet
My friends you might wonder
Why Medusa is confessing?
For even Medusa is weak
As Fragile as the prey wrapped inside her hair
The amorous smell within has ceased to spread
And my hands are cold with guilt
My eyes has produced the cheater tears
In this world I lie!
In this world would I die?


Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Best Pal’s Murder

My mind still wanders in that old villa
Where I had spend my happy chats and blissful days
There was a spider with his unusual obedience
That danced for my every command.
Mosquitoes were the favorite of his meals
Trapped inside a toilet he could barely see
He enjoyed the wetness of his web kingdom.
I was nude and he didn’t mind.
I was absent and he didn’t complain.
He just listened as an ardent reader
Who fell in love with my verse.
I sang love songs for his delight
And he gazed with his naughty eyes.
Seasons kept changing every minute
Monsoon in morns and autumn in the eve
Morn dews gave diamonds to his web
And eve winds filled up his bowl.
A pair of fangs was his sword of victory
His scuttling walk added charm to his thorn
Until the day that took his life away.
My supreme mother, the homemaker came
With her majestic decision to clean up the mess
A broomstick being her ultimate weapon
She slapped my pal with lighting speed.
I cried, yes I cried with an alibi to,
He saved me from malaria and dengue!!
I said,
And again, I became a piece of art to laugh at.
She murdered my hero without any regret
And I was the so called witness of her crime.
Today to you my reader I open this crime file of secret
To find justice in this land of violence and hatred
But still I shall not see my pal again
Who touched my heart with comfort kisses…
And saved me from a world of loneliness…

 ......................for.... Collins..........

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Sometimes when the blue sea is turning black
I see a veiled beauty in her secret attire
Like a majestic queen, her short steps
A hopeless light shines in her brown eyes
But still her smile is sweet as young cherry
Her hair rejoice in its happy waves
Her long hands extends towards the despair me
She smells like me and she is me..
In my strange dreams I walk towards myself
Hoping to see the lost face of my age.

.........for.......... Collins.........