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.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Mommy's Tea

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea”
tea for two and a piece of cake
Isn't Father purported to help his son?
Vociferated I to poor father.
Hapless and Old and trying to gather.
Bang! Slam! Demoed my angst and did I stun.
Cried a soundless cry, gone with setting sun;
The night is sleepless, mind's hit and pother.
Do away with the gap, pondered mother-
All goes to bed while mother bakes the bun.
I see in the morn dad smiled at his boy-
Sipping tea through the cup looks he at me;
The feelings inside, abasement or joy?
The sun is overhead said he with glee.
It's a wonder what mother's tea has done-
A family we are, we'll stay as one.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Freedom on Sale

election time in Manipur
I saw a photograph that says it all
All about my state, my home, my people
Thought they heard, but not ever heard the call
Promises, placards, on it they trample.
Anger's misplaced for the bullets appall
Bringing a change is not, not that simple.
Five years again and more will they enthrall?
Yet another term, we allow and are the Goul[1].
Knew once, FREEDOM's worth just a few green notes
Stepped out, stood up with hopes, Reformation.
Never though I, will be betrayed my quotes
Lo! More trigger-happy altercation.
A rational motive I never vote.
A decision of mine comes with a note.

Friday, January 27, 2012