Sunday, November 6, 2016

Of Prayers and Wishes

Six feet underneath,
A dead saint exasperated.
A slender piece of red cloth,
Fluttered on a wall.
A knot under his watch,
Will never be untied now.

How he bears,
Half hearted wishes people hurriedly make.
As if the earth and chadars don't weigh enough,
He is choked to death time and again,
In an endless cycle,
By ephemeral desires of evanescent devotees,
Masked under the veil of a holy prayer,
A prayer that's as good as their words,
Hollow, shallow and always superficial.

The sanctity of his legacy under threat,
He might just close his doors to all this hypocrisy.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Companions

A silent promise she's made,
Togetherness of a lifetime.
The promise stands strong,
As years have passed by.

Others made them too,
All lies.
No issues really!
Life goes on and time flies.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Noise vs silence



A simple question,
Laid in front of the poet.

Who he loved more?

The Silent Noise ?
Or
The Noisy Silence?

He chucked both,
Plunged into the never-ending void.
Never to come back again.

The game ends tonight.
Try as you might.

 


Sunday, August 21, 2016

A better world



The world would have been better,

Without us  bipeds roaming around,
And light being slower than sound.

The world would have been better,

Without the X chromosome meeting another X,
And the Y determining the sex.

The world would have been better,

Without the rules of civilization laid down by retards,
And individuals being able to rob others of their innards.

The world would have been better,

Without people like me taking birth here,
And finding our place else somewhere.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Quote the price

Everything seems cheap,
In this market,
People unaware of their worth,
Sell themselves in a bracket,
You don't get it boy,
This is one huge racket,
People feigning identities,
Till they finally sleep in a casket.

Fuck them all,
These lives so small.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

An ode to the loyal cigarette

She rests in the comforts of my fingers,
I love the feel of her, close to my skin,
A fire lights her up, unexpectedly,
She burns, and I just suck her in.

There arrives a point,
When her butt starts feeling the heat,
She stings my lips, as if moaning in pain,
But she burns, not giving up on me.

Then there is a time, when you realise,
You can't drag things around,
With heartfelt gloom, I chuck her,
She hits the floor, without a sound.

I can't see her reduced slowly to ashes,
I ease her pain crushing her to death,
With Gods witness to our true love,
She continues to live in my breath.

A Failed life

And the pale blue sky,
Changed along shades of grey,
The heavens rained vengeance,
In a class of its own, persisted the day.

On days like these,
Stories weave themselves,
They speak to me of distant lands,
Of angels and demons, of fairies and elves.

And oblivious to the crowd,
My conscience becomes a wanderer,
It's a beautiful world in there,
Deep inside, down and under.

I live these stories,
As long as it pours,
With the rain gone,
I rereat to my lowly odd chores.

Maybe someday, I won't depend,
On anything but self to free my mind,
Tell me mate, one last time,
Wouldn't that be a sight?