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!

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

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?

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

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..........

Dream

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.........

Disappeared Cycle Magic

Maddy was a keen to be lean cycle guy.

People told that he was seriously sporty.

I called him maddening naughty.

With the zip zap zoom style

He was the master of girls heart. 

We thought that every life race

He would surely face

With might and courage

For he was strong

With nothing wrong.

On that unlucky day

When the sun was bright

The moon without light

He went joyously

To show his unique style

On the great road way.        

He couldn’t see for he was blind

Not by anyone but by his fashion

Time’s fashions always befool a man!

Unable to recognize the very sex

Long shampooed hair flew and ran

Into his eyes, into his mouth.

That leopard lorry

Came roaring in

Poor maddy went into its mouth

Maddy unable to say even a sorry

Took his last and final breath.

Maddy a martyr for time’s fashion!

Lived in extraordinary fashion

Died in poor old fashion

..........for....................................collins............... 

VALUE OF LIFE

Man afraid of reality
closes his inner eyes.
Fooled by inner blindness
he forgets his very life
his very humanness.
And leads his luxury life
smile,laugh
but not fulfilled
not done,not completed
even the very half
value of his life
Gets graduated in the man-made educations
but doesn't know the value of life
doesn't know the secret of it.
Goes to open every library books
but never open inner eyes book
which stays within him
To seek liberation it cries
To see the world it tries
But man close it
Shut it
Cover it
Till his very death
Till his very end.
...................................for.............Collins................

Mother-God's Gift

you made me what i am
cared and blessed without any harm
God had sent you to this place
to accept his glorifull phase.

No one can win your position of patience
expect the son of heaven's mansions
your hands has learned the aim of nature
and lips has turned to a peace messenger.

Nothing remains in this world
to describe your endless grace
for from you comes all race
and from you they are mould.

A man without you cant succeed
even if his longevity leads
for even my savior Lord
bore in his mind that word....

..............for..............................Amma...........................

Old age

My day is long
My dreams are gone
faraway from the days of today
leaving behind my old age way.
Only that bony structure remains.
With loose epiiithelia once rigid
i became bougainvillea
searching for support and aid
That roguish stick,oh it humiliates
it points out my weakness and languid.
my lanky hair and misted eyes
says that it's time to close the lid.
Now a carriage for lots of blight
with energy oil as plight!
No one to hear my voice.
Only to disturb with loud noise
about man made legacy
I stay within the four walls
unable to see
unable to breath
unable to hear
the very nature treasure
and think about heavenly pleasure.

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

Ahead towards the ray

Pale,lovely white leafs of pleasure
gave me an endless life measure
to enjoy the beauty of nature
and to praise my beloved creator
for the enchanting beauty it had
which made my soul mad.

Tender beauty from youth to old
surpassing all the mist and cold
wind and rain,hot and evil hands
of mighty creatures and mighty men
from days to the morning of today
keeping the secret charm ahead towards the ray.



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

dazzling darkness

walking through dark shadows
is pleasure worthy and joy,
as it covers one's joharri windows
and reveals only movements.
But walking through the day light
makes oneself drown in dim plight
as it unbosoms the mirror of all identity.
Name,fame,shame it shows to the reality!
A flower which blossoms in dim
is always found on golden rim.
And a man fond of darkness
is always rewarded with braveness!
Dark shows tells to absorb all passions
and to radiate a cold breeze smile
which can render all human trail.
The solo beauty of mirk
which always softly smirk
can anyone make a simile!



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

Truely True

Long fragrance of love

splashing colour range dreams

with butterflys and dove

were done for my dear.

When the birds were flying

and the trees were dancing

i walked through the floral way

to find my beloved ray.

Yes i found the beauty of my era

and with a lazy smile i told

"will you marry me my dear sara"

ernest it was! my countenance were the proof.

That happy face turned to sigh

then moved away.But why?

my love for her wont she see

with a heart of compassion and glee.

Words were few but truely true!

shy may be or werenot sure

but why to hurt my little soul

with percing looks of an owl.

for.....................................collins..........................

That lady in the bus

I got inside a busy bus
crowed with crowned creatures
hot and rot air made me sick
suddenly!i heard a child's cry
and turned and saw a beauty
with an angel in arms.

Her face was full of radiant shine
with a glossy lips like ruddy wine
and her hair which flew in the air
gave an aroma of wild fruits.
i gazed at her charm for a while
and went to a wonder land of thoughts.

travel thoughts always entertain
as they cover all travel stain
by pouring it's magical spells
to all magnificent ranges of vision.
and my thoughts tookup that beauty
as a wonderful element in reality.

thoughts ran and crawled in mind
like a thread which couldnot be wind.
her age!younger to become a mother
her own child?yes the resemblance
but why isn't any calming voice
coming to console her child in the noise??

like the lighting , the gaint shout
of the fees fetcher came
to make all other noises out.
"dont  you have tongue?stop the child's cry!"
silence...with tearful eyes she moved
her hands to express , to try.

the beautiful had no sound!
her emotion,her passion
only the searcher of heart knows!
everymere humans ignore and goes
to worship the same searcher
who knows everything , everything.


for.........................collins...........................