Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Lines of Anger Written the 30th November, 2011



A tint of anger sparked from the Chasm-
Accompanied by the clear saline fluid;
Seeking to kill, torture the crowd morbid
Clenched fists, mumbling mouth henceforth the schism.
Silenced, being fed from a mother’s bosom-
A brother grins when the other’s rabid;
Calls to kill, yet mother’s teachings forbid
When is the day, day of cataclysm?
No holy book or preaching regained peace-
This calls for a bitter better technique
A modus operandi to slay Cain.
Cain has killed, is killing and never cease-
It’s time that we put a stop to this streak.
Sorry mom, I disregard your Ordain.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Trumpet


Blaming them isn't what we ask
Putting to end is what we want.
The pressure ahead has you daunt-
Face us now void your plastic mask.
Power of notes won't do the task,
It is not long we'll start to taunt;
Then tear down what you really flaunt-
That is but your cleric bask.
Time's here for the last amendments,
If 'nother term's what you hope for.
Come up now with new arrangements,
Serve your people forevermore.
Listen or not, that is your call-
It's in our hands, you stand or fall.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Blackened Hands


Curious what's in the next room,
Aroused by the clanking sound,
Slowly creeps he, heart pounding;
Down came the rice pot bounding.
startled by it, stares around,
Empty stomach and it's noon.
His own blackened tender hand(s)
Down on the floor on damp land
Half-Naked draggy torso,
Searched the pot for a morsel-
Pots, Bowls, jars and all vessel
Not a grain nor a paisa.
Once he was scourged by hunger-
Now I'll treat him with Burger.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Modern Arrow


blood smeared hands

Crying, brother on his shoulder
Blood smeared T-shirt gives tongue-
That something went awry "Oh! Mother"
"Li'l bro's not saying a thing"
"I wanted to hear him sing"
Never to be heard is the voice young.

"Oh God! what have you done?"
Mother voiced her sorrow
"We were playing, having fun"
"I last saw brother jumping-"
"Our favorite song he was singing"
Silenced by the modern arrow.

Mother!! Prepare thyself-
Another bullet awaits your son.
Brother!! Get new T's for yourself
Or tell li'l bro to dodge the gun.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Priceless Job


crying mother earth
Red and green are the leaves,
In bundles they would pay
And for your tea they would say
“My son would now be an Inspector”
Says the farmer but his tractor
And other things, bartered from whence came
Bundles of red and green leaves.
“Life from now will never be the same”.
Whispered the happy mother’s heart.
Long awaited time, is now here
“My son’s name in the list is nowhere”
Father died from an attack of heart-
Mother and Son rendered homeless.
All just for a Job so priceless.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Untitled

melancholy

"Gyan tao, ngaosinnaganu"
Am I ever destined to become?
Resting under shade in a country;
Always melancholic and lonesome,
Scribbling magical words of Poetry.
Never thought I'll ever be-
Consumed, bound with responsibilities.
However strong I pretend to be,
What haunts me is life's complexities.
Dear ones the other side
Conscience is but a receeding tide.
Please them or please myself-
The two conflicting resolutions.
Mind occupied by confusions,
Level the rift, my well-being too?
For them are my health and Wealth.
I'm SPOILT, that's not so true.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Love and The Question

Know not you, this'll hurt,
He not there by your side.
Wayward home, excited heart-
Emotions inside you can't hide.
Recalling the one you dear,
Hoping that the day'll come.
Waiting eyes brimmed with tears-
Comes not he, your handsome.
Hurt was he, the Betrayal;
Scattered dreams – the palace royal.
Hardened heart over the past;
Fall again for the last.
Will same fate befall him?
Will love be ever-more grim?

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

Life Rewards Itself - We Know Not

I'm not complaining of my Life-
It's that I don't get what I strife.
Life's not always what it seems
Dreams always remain dreams.

Many a lass in life I met,
Not a single I can bet
But You with that charming Smile
Swept my feet across a mile.

Life slowly rewards itself
What am I to lament of myself?
Many a change still to come-
And my heart, still handsome.

Now, our ways parted,
If future's in hand, you'll be seated-
On the couch of my warm heart
Uninformed of the pangs of this wintry earth.

I can tell this for I-
See it in your eye(s)
Somewhere you feel for me
And the love still can be-
Resurrected. And you know-
Genuine is my love, forever and now.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

My Friend and She

"Boi nanggi phone...."
"Hello"

Shaken, hearing his voice,
On the screen, image of my choice.
Confused why they're together;
I remember we swore to each other.

What's behind the cunning mind?
In his charm hope she's not blind.
Cunning mind, a friend of mine;
Falling for gold of the same mine.

Lost in thought, took the wrong road,
Mind heaved with suspicious load;
Made to the place, Mac D,
There, with him stands my lady.

Mac D, place where young birds meet;
Who of the two gave the treat?
Among'em feeling unwanted.
Unconvinced she's being dated.

Like good girl said she to me-
"It's friends reunion, you and we"
Long time friendship on a halt;
Bitter friendship void of salt.

It's five past ten minus one-
here comes the seven one one.
"Gotta go guys I'm getting late"
Wanna say don't go but fate.

At the stand with cunning mind;
Eyes on her as of mine.
Anticipating the goodbye wave,
So the image in our minds we can save.
Waved she from the inside,
Both reluctant outside.

Whom was she waving at?