THE HUMAN

On the highest peak of glory
Or the deepest abyss of agony
(I am Human)

On the altar of sacrifice
Or on the pedestal of knighthood
(I am Human)

Lending a satin gloved hand
Or receiving the last mouthful
(I am Human)

Fighting for justice with valor
Or betraying with a backstab
(I am Human)

Weeping salty tears of depravity
Or tasting sweet joyous wine
(I am Human)

Giving a toothless innocent smile
Or suppressing a hypocritical grin
(I am Human)

Sweating from a 24x7 toil
Or suppressing a lazy fart
(I am Human)

As a blissful saint
Or a murderous lustful beast
(I am Human)

Rendering soul stirring music
Or uttering a blood curdling roar
(I am Human)

A human who
Sacrifices, struggles and loves
A human who
Kills torments and lusts
Half God half Devil
Engaged in eternal combat

I AM THE HUMAN

The Hunt

With prying eyes and insatiate desire
Watches he waiting on his prey
Blissful and eloquent
Unaware of the danger glides she.
The beast pounces on her
Tearing at her flesh ,he skins her
A final thrust and she
Seeks emancipation in death
But he lets her live
To die a thousand death
Between legs of beasts of men

My Heart Speaks

Every night as I lie down to rest
my dear ,my heart yearns for you
I write numerous unsent letters
Whose words are written
In the vast empty space
Each word formed
With the ink of my overflowing heart.
You do not know
Nor do you realize how close I am.
Separated from you by words
Which I know if uttered
Will break your trust
Helpless, speechless, knowing
I have lost you
Accepting destiny
With a silent prayer
For you and your beloved
I go to sleep with dried tears
Hoping to live with you
In dreams!!!!

Lullaby of a dying mother

Sleep my child
Thy blissful innocence
The only solace
To my heart.
You will grow up
Amidst love and care
Just like me.
You will get all glories
Just lie mine.
But never succumb to desire
Then You will live a life my child
Unlike me
(The rest is silence)

Prayer of a dying Mother

With a heavy heart
Amidst guilt of fallacy of youth
I drag myself towards where
I do not know, my child.
For with my heart’s wounds
Burning within me
And the wounds caused by society
Burning my body
I live for you alone.
But now it seems
Every iota of my life is gone.
Drink my child drink
For, this id my last blood
I pray to thee lord,
Give my orphaned child atleast
A chance to live,
Unlike me, orphaned by society
Orphaned by you
I place my fallacy
At thy altar
May atleast my soul
RIP

The Trident

Deep in my inner world,
In a flash of momentary meditation
I beheld thy glorious dance
Swaying and holding the world in thy sway,
Benevolent Ma thou dist look beautiful.
With an eternal smile,
Thou dist look at me.
Then why the trident in thy hands?!!!
As if in reply, thy sway changed
Into a wonderous revolution….
Aneka kodi Brahmandangal
Revolving around thee….
Did I hear the melody of cymbals and Conch?!!!
Still I wondered……
Why the trident?
The look in thy face, the sweet smile
Changed into serious benevolence.
Thou charged towards me….
‘I’ receiving the trident
With full acceptance.. straight through the heart
(The trident pierced my ego)
‘I’ glimpsed immortality??!!!!!

Life of a prostitute

Next says the pimp,
Comes in a man
Face unknown race unknown
Puts me on the bed
Goes about his gyrations
Unhindered and unloved
I bearing the pain
As he drives through me
For reason unknown.
I know no soul
Who looked at my face
Or shared a joke of my fate
I wonder how my life was “pimped ”away
Whisked away from home
By a face unknown
I curse this world of mine
As the man makes loveless love.
With a pride of unmanly satisfaction,
Tosses he a counterfeit note.
Next says the pimp.

SPIT ANALYSIS

Khaaaaaa thooooooooo,
Waaaak thoooooooo,
Lands the slush
Rich red from satisfied hearts,
Pepper minted with corporate wrath,
Tainted with youthful blood and tar,
Bearing pains of the outcast,
Spit my nation Spit.
We are spitting on our face,
Floating on it,
Calling it a unity,
In Diversity!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHILDREN

Toddling, Scrambling, Swimming
On the floor
With a toothless grin
Winning hearts
They work miracles on hardened hearts.
No fear, only dear
Dear to all.
Dear to the neighbour,
Dear to the family,
Dear to a thief ,
Dear to an angel
Ones dearest to GOD.
In this world of conflicts,
Both inner and outer,
You keep toddling away,
Cheerful, darling,
Curious and adventurous.
But alas!!!! you grow
Then where does all this go?!!!!

Holocaust

Tossed aside along with the others
I did not know who my neighbour was.
They came like hunting dogs
And tore my family apart
I being of “use” to them
Was taken to a chamber
-A labyrinth of horror
where humanoid humans
were only guinea pigs
I looked around me and
I saw my friend
Butchered to death
“Experimental extermination”
I twisted in pain as they
gassed the chamber
hours passed,
I don’t know I am dead or alive
Loaded in a carton,
Of lifeless humans
I resume my journey
To another “living hell”
“HAIL FUHRER “THEY SAID
NAY “HAIL THE SATAN”

LIFE SANS/WITH REASON ?

I did not know what my heart did want
I did think it wanted
But I reasoned out
-that longing for something
will stop my thinking
Hard and long was my thought
Focused-
I did not listen to my heart
For I reasoned out
What my heart longed-
Was beyond reach
And then I knew
What I thought was right
My heart had longed in vain
The longing was
Someone else’s!!!!

Alone in my world

Alone in my world
where thoughts hold sway,
I sit contemplating this world of mine.
A mind yearning for what not.
And a heart steadfast
A focused conscience
A world of aspirations and fears
Yearning to act on faith alone
But timidly accepting partial trust.
Why don’t I have complete faith,
Why no complete understanding?
Why not be brave to face anyone?
Why not stand up against injustice?
Why not be totally free from
gossips and small talks?
Why this constant oscillation?
Why not be all above?
But then who will be me?
I am as I am.

Shoes of steel

Faster, faster I try to run,
but my insteps pain.
Hours and hours of rambles
On thorns and stones
Have made my hoofs rust.
They gave me shoes of iron
a lace for the nose
and a unidirectional vision.
I want to feed my child more
But my udders pain
due to continuous use.
They used steel
to draw my clarified blood.
I am sick and tired.
Endless whipping has made
my leather numb.
Now I hear though
My pains are to end.
One last pain
At the neck
And I fall with dried tears and
frozen blood .
Save thou at least my partner
Who has to bear more
As I am no more.

In a trench

In the blood red earth
Of the trench
There was one who fought
Fought bravely for I could see
His bloodcurdling roar
Send the enemy running.
But one bullet in the head
had sealed his fate.
The came I to take his place.
As brave as him?
As fear evoking?
I do not know nor
Do I believe so.
Then what am I here for?
Try as much as I can
To do the same?
Or lie low in the trench
and pray for mercy.
Non. I am a man as he was.
Though not with the same
brain and brawn.
I will fight.
I will conquer
Perhaps better than the man before.

Will I ever meet her?

Will I ever meet her?
The smile which removes worry,
The look of understanding,
The hold of the palm –
a reassuring one.
The laughter of joy
Of my presence,
The attitude of share
of love and care.
The look which says-
“I am for u, u are for me”.
The gentle stroll
Along a lake
Beside me with arms in arms
assuring a never lonely walk
Together forever.
A journey which began
A eons before
A journey together
unto eternity.
Will I ever meet her?

What is immortal?

The music of the soul,
The voice of the great,
The sacrifice of the meek,
The pristine womanhood,
The holy motherhood,
Great hearted bravery,
Die hard will,
A mother’s lullaby,
A child’s cry,
My grandfather’s love
And my love for him.
The prudent advice
At the right time.
The word of warning
against certain befall.
The uprising of the meek
against the oppressors
And DEATH.
Is immortal.

My grandfather

Have you seen God?
Asketh one,
Nay said the other.
But I experience him.
What experience is it?
Nay I cannot express.
Well I will tell u.
I have seen God,
Talked to him,
Touched him.
For its is my grandfather.
His spirit is the Lord’s spirit.
How do I know?
Because we are but
One soul
in two bodies.

What is beauty?

Beauty is only skin deep..
So the saying goes.
Is it really so?
“The bewitching smile”,
“The women of substance”,
“The awe and breathtaking beauty”
to mention a few phrases
makes me wonder
Is beauty only skin deep !?

The act of courage,
The act of spirit.
The sacrifice at the altar of struggle.
The selfless act of motherly love,
Nature’s abundance,
Bright sunshine pristine rain
Are all beautiful.

Then what is beauty?
Someone said
“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.”
Nay,
“Beauty is in the mind”.

My son

From deep within the earth
rose a creature
with the thirst for blood
and devoid of mercy.
Oh! We prayed to Her!
Have benevolence
And destroy it.
She said, ”He is also my son “.
One by one mauling everything
in its path, it held sway all over.
The earth shook with violent fury
As she destroyed the creature.
She said-
with tears in her eyes
and a divine smile
“ It was my son”.

What are we?!!!

We lie in a barren land
Waiting for her,
Awaiting her touch,
Which would break our shells.
Protected against the flying
and crawling demons
and carefully laid,
we awaited her.
But she did not come.
There were millions hungry
And awaiting us.
There were prayers and pledges
for their blood was on us.
Then she came,
Her pristine tears
Breaking our shells.
We unfurled and blossomed.
What are we?
A farmer’s delight?!!!!!

The Butterfly

(Burp!)I wake up, my lips still wet
with yesterdays feast of rose honey.
Ah! Lovely morn!
My wings still wet
With dew.
But wait!
What are these black spots?
My wings! they hurt,
The black spots burning through me.
Oh! where are those roses
Whose honey I feasted?
I could here
Crackers and celebration.
Now my roses are a heap of ashes.
My eyes, my whole being hurts.
But how?
One of those spires
Hit me in sleep.
Deep in slumber
I couldn’t feel the embers.
I wake up now
To die, to reduce my pain
Brought about by human disdain.

The wayside slaughter house

I passed by a busy road.
There was the wayside butcher
Cutting away parts of a goat,
Its kids tethered to a post.
Aware of the slaughter?(I do not know)
Turning away in fear or despair
Perhaps watching its mother become
mincemeat in a blow.
The look in the eyes made me
Feel helpless and cowardly.
Unable to help,
Unable to save,
Victims who feed man’s tyranny.
God’s beautiful creation….
Ending in man’s slaughter houses.

FORLORN AND MELANCHOLY

Forlorn and melancholy,
sits a boy on a stone bench,
His playmates playing away,
A boy tries to awaken him,
No avail.
Another bullies him,
He merely sulks away.
Then comes a girl
glittering like a pearl
with a sweet smile
on her lips.
She sits beside him.
And the boys face brightens
And he jumps up in joy
Slowly the girl leaves
Without a word,
The boy turns forlorn
And melancholy
Forever.

FACELESS FACE

I will not go and sit with her
Under trees or park benches
Nor will I sing my heart’s song
Made to her eyebrow
I will not lament behind her
Nor will I impress her with
acts of bravery and courage.
I will not give her a red rose
And forget her for life
Nor will I bid good bye
With tears in my eyes.
What I will is keep her
close to my heart
And live with her forever

THE FAN

Rotate ,rotate ,rotate
Monotonous rotation.
No fear, no dear,
only rotation.

Rotation is your dharma,
Rotate u do,
Spreading your breeze all around
Enabling breath and evading sweat.

Oh! How I wish I were like u
Follow my dharma,
Detached from everything else
Providing breeze to others
While I do my dharma.

Lord! Make me like the fan,
A fan whose breeze
Is happiness, laughter and bliss.
a fan rotating with your glory.

THE LADY OF JUSTICE

Blindfolded you are
To give equality
But blindfolded you are
Towards this cruelty
of reality
For no matter who the judge
No matter who the accused
No matter why no matter what
There is no justice
And blindfolded you are.
Oh! Lady of justice
Remove thy blindfold
And then you can see
What justice You hear
Is nothing but bland lies
from brutal murderers.
It is struggle of the meek
And victory for the rich.
For, the power of wealth
Pervades all.
And blindfolded u are
Assuming there is assurance
of impartial justice.
Oh! How blind u are?