Call

Pearl droplets of monsoon lust

Has awaken my soul

Into a new bright morn.

A silver lining has adorn the sky

And the green is so shy to lie.

There is a hopper on my shoulder

Dancing to the tunes of my breath.

A butterfly in my rebel hand

Kissing away nectar sweat.

A silent smile of love has blossomed

To thank the mellow moment.

My soul has designed a new purgatory

To dissolve my sins to peace,

And to romance with my past.

A new rain of rare optimism

Has strengthened my bones.

A vicar is standing beside me

With a bottle of sacred water.

My mind is in a daze

But I could feel their heart.

A dilated pupil and a speechless lip

Did not describe my braveness

For I am not about to die

I had to live

Not for you, but for me.

 ......for......Collins.....

Goodbye!

Bury my face beneath your skin

Lift me up like a night shadow

Above the dimness of moon.

Now the sweat has its dominance

To fly around the walls,

Breath has turned voluntary for life.

To crawl into oneness, now I sigh.

Give me the sparkles in your eyes,

And grab my hands till I die.

Listen to the songs of silent mourns

Trapped inside my bonny ribs.

I am not a warrior from strange land

I am just an old fashioned girl

Trying to live for love.

In a wicked land full of old minds

Two souls meet just to say goodbye!

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

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!

..........For........Collins.........

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...................