Friday, March 02, 2012

Oh Holy Holi

On face
On a race
To catch the best
with steps without retrace.
Angry though with smiles they protest-
With nerdiest of grins, we have them arrest.
Smeared them faces with hands, the powdered beryl hue.
Perverts fill their minds with thoughts to molest-
Filthy hands groping for their breast.
Not I, I'm not Scapegrace-
Nor breast obsessed.
Shirts displace,

Thursday, March 01, 2012

You Should Have Said

Yearn to hold thy trembling hands;
Over turbulent seas and scorching sands
Unlike all, never you utter'd a sound.

Sugar sweet is your healing word;
Humble, honest, heart of gold-
Only not you speak your heart.
Unaware that your hands are cold.
Love you showered upon me
Dear I'm here don't you see?

Had I known, you would change
Anger in your eyes is really strange.
Vindicate me from this mystery-
Expel me from this misery.

Stayed despite all hints,
And for years I pled.
If I wasn't the charming prince-
Dear, you should have said.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Silenced Voice Faded Smiles

Shadows crept across the wall
Shadows of beasts she fears most;
Alone in the dark, she's lost
“Catch her, take her to the hall”
“Help Help!!” No one hears her call
Taped, slapped and killed her almost.
Force-drugged her and off she dozed
What passed next she can't recall.
Found herself in the morning
At a place she never knew;
“Why is my down there bleeding?”
“Why are my arms black and blue?”
This is India dear lady.
Land of Saree and belly.

It was the same morn, the day she last spoke-
Spoke of how three ghosts took her chastity;
Now lies in that box, girl of half forty.
Hangs down the red fan with that blood soaked cloak.
To her eyes, the suspect is all menfolk-
Who're the three beasts? Still is a mystery.
"They've got not a cent, who're we to worry?"
Said the man of law, “Let it fade like smoke”
That night, the girl fought the beasts all alone
She'd no choice when her orange top was torn.
But woke up in the morn with cries and groan.
What has become of her? Where's she rested?
Her sweet voice, her smiles, everything faded.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

When Spring Comes

water lily
Things of the past gone
Covered by snows of Winter
But when summer comes.

Planted flowers red
For when comes the monsoon rain
renewed will be hopes.

Down comes heavy rain
Washed down the garden of red.
Will Spring bring back all?

Spring indeed brought back
But after spring comes autumn
And Winter again.

Monday, February 13, 2012


Pebbles in my hands
Naked Feet inside the sands
Watching others swim.

Shallow pond at home
There I Jumped inside alone
Thought I learnt swimming.

The next day with friends
The river deep I descend,
Leaped before I think.

Black is all around
What's that gurgling sound?
I think I'm drowning.

Which side is dry land?
Nothing feels my grappling hand.
I'm dead or dying?

I had a brief glimpse
Land or magic of the imps.
Nope I can feel land.

Something caught my limb
It is she, she who can swim.
Saved to live again.