Dec 26, 2009

Ozy(wo)mandias......... (a little effort to imitate)

Saw a crowd on the city roadside.

People said: a little girl with a bamboo stick

Swinging in the air, on the rope, between the poles

Well balanced, performing for the day.

Her father selling their hunger and poverty,

Staged to earn the lifeless thing called “money”,

Hoping to be showered at the end,

but not by everybody.

"Her name is Ozy(wo)mandias,

the Queen of Poverty- Look upon Her struggles,

ye Mighty, and despair!” But nothing remains,

round the deserted crowd

whose hands and hearts are bare enough.

Rain Drops

Miles and Miles
Travelled- I
wanting to
differ others

on your head
sliding into
your breath
your lips
and staying
forever in
your little heart.

Or least
I want to melt
my whole
on your
transperent body

stripes on you
'a love stripes'

Dec 20, 2009

Empty Heart

We fly like
the winter flies
Under the
Bright sun,
in the
warm eve.

Leaving no
clues for people
to track our
of today,

the day after
will remain same as now.


We get tired,
We get bored,
We get irritate,
We get Joy.
In everything
For everything.

We feel satisfied.
and wanting
nothing in the world

Why our hearts feel empty?
At the end of the Day.

Dec 8, 2009


Love is innocent.
Dont give it a role
and grouse.
When it lacks the same.


Am I?
Did I?
Is It?

I Don't know...!
May be I am......?

Why cant I?...
It is because of you....
Isn't it?

Im sorry!

I can't...
I won't...

Nee-e-d a bit -of

Ah- a- a
Give me -Give me
S o m e


In the sea of err's

I sank

Some came

To save my life

Holding and

Dragging me out of it

But fearing a Huge wave

I Slipped

and went back

Thank God

Atleast they are safe

Nov 9, 2009


I hold you
As I wish. . . .

I press you- with
Love and Hate

Your colour changes
and directs, when i do.

Your public display
gets privatized

But i doubt...!?

I holding you
or held by you

Nov 6, 2009


If I leave you blank
I am impotent...

If I write something- then
You are no more virgin...

So, I put you somewhere.
In the middle of-
Impotency and Non-Virginity

A New Identity...!


screwed their Mother
Harder than their Father
Pain and bliss at one time.

Then Every'body'
With there sense
Became Holy and Evil
But i cant find-
one out of them

Is it possible to go back?
To my mothers womb
And stay forever- wont
They call me a 'Parasite'

If any'body' can
Do take me to a place
Where there is peace

Nov 1, 2009

Left Alone

"What is this Life. . . . . .

We have no time to stand and stare. . . . ."

Well said, thinkers of those days. But it is unnoticed people of these days, forgot even to stand (relax) and to stare (the natures beauty), the world is "Mechanized". I find people running for nothing, throwing each other. On busy roads, abusive words. Wine shop fight where anybody can join. In market bargaining, etc. People enjoy quarrel, otherwise they feel dead.

On the other hand in luxurious place none will be there to make noise. The world seems computerized. Automatic doors, Elevators, Lifts etc. When you enter such place LED screen welcomes you, the signboards directs you to different sections, then you will be left alone to choose what you want 'the choices are open but not the taste'. Gone those days, where the shop owner welcomes the customer with smile which makes them comfortable. There smile guarantees their products, soon he will become your neighbour who knows your need.

You wanted to get out from that place, but before you leave someone will ask your mobile number, not a word more. You may feel happy that there are people who can speak (at least). You leave the place with not so much interest of coming again . And you'll receive an SMS which says "Thank You for Visiting Us... Do Visit Again"

Now it is your choice to choose "The world of Noise" or " The world of Silence"...!!!

Sep 23, 2009


A Lilliput
Down from
Heavens land

Chats with me.
Found I- Her
Sweet little Heart.

It is empty,
Like her
Dimple cheek.

With innocence,
And Love.

No more worry
In my Life,
Where I met
A pal to share.

My Angel

Golden stalks
Spreaded over her
Tender body

Climbing and
Reclimbing everywhere

Her feet were
Not "Bound"
But still fits
cindrellas sandal


Her sparkling eyes
Pushing and pulling
Me into troubles

Her voice
Rhythms amd Rhymes
Unto my soul
Filling bliss

Is she
My Little Angel,
A Friend or
A Fiend??

Sep 6, 2009


I spared my time,
To wonder-
How Beautiful you are?

So high in the sky.

Smiling at me-
I felt my heart throbbing.

You made every night yours
Ruling the dark with light.

The stars may guide
to the place of Lord.
But you lead the Lord,
unto my soul.

The clouds captures you sometime,
And I believe, You are-
Safe in my arms.

Jul 28, 2009


The Dark Clouds
Moved fast- I saw.
Wiping the dust on Moons’ face.

The stars twinkled,
A glory raised surround.

You and I stood close,
Holding hands together,
Heads raised and felt
“The Love”

When breeze
Grazed our soul.


I’ll come
In your Dreams
My Darling.

Not to Hug you,
Or to Kiss,
Not to Sing,
Or to Dance,
Not to Surprise you,
Or to give Shock,
Not to say Hai,
Or to say Good Bye,

But just to say

You are not so far
From my thoughts
But don’t know why
My heart makes empty war.

I kept my Heart awake,
Don’t hesitate to say,
What you wish to
And let my soul to rest.


My thoughts
Here and there
Rejoicing- Your
Presence in Absence.

The Blank sheet
Gets written


The Sun set,
The breeze,
Bird’s chirrups,
Strangers glance,

It lacks Rhyming.

Let me read
For you
May Rhyme with yours.

Train Journey

It is Cloudy
Inside and Outside.

Everything is still,
I’m waiting for
Something to happen.

Only mobile phones
Are making

A child
Sucks his Milk
And sleeping- In Peace.

But I
Expecting Violence,
To get Myself Engaged.

Some chats
In group- where
I am Alienated

And it started
Raining- But
Still I feel Thirsty.

Jul 6, 2009

My Journey

Through the Dark
I saw my EGO
And i was afraid.

Tried and lit the candle
There I found
Myself wounded.

My soul bleeds,
When no one is there
With me.

My journey
Starts here
'The Quest for Peace'.

Jul 3, 2009

Sleeping Beauty

The stars are twinkling.
Some fall, down to earth
to kiss you.

The moon showered its love,
Leaving me- alone.

In this heap of silence
When my sleeping beauty
Smiles in her dream.

I envy the mosquito
which bites her cheek.
The lights are put off.

But still my eyes are longing for you.
Can’t you hear
my song, which
is dying to be poetic on you.

Lusty Kiss

Lusty kiss
Is that you gave?
Filled with bliss
I took it very safe.

Death in my arms
For which you longed.
Will it harm?
My rest lifelong.

Shed your tears.
Molded with fear.
You my dear
What is unclear?

Nothing we did wrong.
To repent very strong.
Is that devil with horn?
Hurting like a thorn.

The moon, coming from the west.
Will ask to build our nest.
From there we start our quest.
And make our soul to rest.