This. Is. Reality.

Really, now,
You want Reality?
Take it.

A six year old gangraped.
A father and son shot dead.
A mother's womb slit, spilt open.
A teen with eighteen bones broken.
An old man's head sent flying.
A soldier on field left dying.

Are you kidding me?
You still want Reality?

A plane full of people shot, sunk.
A mass murder with a mad gun.
A child killed to make a human bomb.
A daughter beheaded for marrying wrong.
A massacre followed by a public celebration.
Using religion, tradition, justice for desolation.

Are you fuckin' kidding me?
You still want Reality?
Here, take it.
This Is Reality.

You Become

There was nothing.
Then came light.
It illuminated, but,
It also discriminated.
All that was dark was doomed.

There was nothing.
Then came life.
It prospered, but,
It also destroyed.
All that was unique was lost.

If you have never wished
that we were a little different,
Think of yourself as a waste,
In the name of all that's Human.
For by thinking, you become.

Meeting - an attempt at Haiku

A rolling raindrop
and ax blade on the bark meet
At cross roads head long.

Colours I Like(d)

The colors I wished to touch
I finally did on a still wild parrot
Beneath the electric pole
That woke up now and then
In angry alien blabber.

I don't know if I like
Those colors any more.

Bells

If feelings could be heard,
I would hear a thousand bells
Chiming in autumn wind
Every time you breathe
Too close to my neck.

Of Dreams and Wishes

It will soon be morning
Amma walks the backyard
Collecting flowers
The best for the Goddess
Who does nothing but sit
At her ivory throne
Sweets and diyas around
Her face with a pasted smile
I have so wished to wipe out.

Appa's snore shake the walls
I imagine his mustache
Shivering under the onslaught
Before he's off to the stores
He would want his breakfast
With Annan on his right side
Telling Appa all about school
And his stagnant progress
While Appa nods and laughs.

And after they would leave
I will then open my books
Where wonders of world hide...
Till then, I make breakfast.

Celebrate in Vengeance

Below an unsatisfied stomach,
Between tired legs,
I hold your future.
That which you conceal
and exploit as pleasure
That which you call
a Woman's Bane,
I claim it back.
I celebrate - not in victory,
But in vengeance.

Feelings Change

In your anger
you opened your heart.
I saw the picture
you painted of me.
What baseness!
Only recognizable point
is the fullness
of my lips that look
freshly invaded.

Some things never
change, though feelings do.

Feelings change.
Every lub-dub that
disturbs the surface
Shrieks at me - you liar!
You two-faced bitch,
Begone! Even Eros dare not
let you be loved again.

A tear or two wash down
the wounds fresh on flesh
Surfacing charred waste
of what you once cherished in me.

At my Love's Expense

The silvers of your hair
Testify your golden days
At my love's expense.
Neatly parted in lines,
Along the same paths
Where fingers once rode.
Your lauded wisdom,
Your crown of experience,
Flattened to perfection.
Sometimes wind disturbs
The crafted monotony
To take you back.
Willing, unwillingly,
You live your golden days
At my love's expense.

Till Then

Ages later, in your rasping voice
Meanings will reside
Only for you and for me
Till then, let this world
Call us senseless and abhorrent.

Collecting Souvenirs

In this artery
Of your thoughts
I have claimed
Haves and Nots.
Beat down d'pulse
That betrays us.
Walk my plains
In exodus.
Reach a knot
High and hot.
In the deepest
Crevices, revive
Your last hopes.
In there lies
Riches of beyond.
You'll learn someday
We're always there,
Collecting souvenirs
Life after life.

Let Me Help You

Let me tie your hands
Gag your mouth
Let me rake your heart
As deep as your love
Let me tear it open
And squeeze it out
Let me pull harder
Dig deep within
Let me look into your eyes
And say it out loud

This, what you save
Is not love, no more
It's your adjustment
With biting loneliness
And in your audacity
I am just an instrument.

Better being Strangers

It takes more than a few words
exchanged in sparse meetings,
It takes more than a few hours
spent in a dark, loud bar,
It takes more than a few rides
taken down unending roads
To turn a person inside out.
And with all that effort, I wonder
if it was worth it. Now I realize,
It was better being Strangers.
I now know, not knowing you
was the best I felt about Us.

If I didn't Care

I look at you from obscure corners
Your sight is what keeps me going
Those sly smiles, those carefree eyes
Those loaded remarks are my best mates
If I didn't care, i'd take them from you
I'd make them my own to love and to hate
If I didn't care I'd break my rules
To take you in the most intimate embrace
I'd should show you life as you've not known
I would show you life's pretty face.
If I dint care I'd take a lifetime
To know you bit by bit
But fate's not my baby, nor is luck
So we go our own ways to live, alone in a crowd
Alone in a world full of people we pretend to care.

Time

I was sewing
With my left knee
Over my right
A song played
Behind my eyes
And words fell on
The patterns stitched.
Time is so treacherous.
Decades later I sit
Lost in your youthful face
The first time you
Looked deep within..
Time has preserved you,
Time has raced me.
My wrinkled hands shake
Remembering carefree days.
Time has held you safe
In its eternal bosom.
I looked up at the clock
It's time. Time to let go
Of this pain and agony
Time to move to the next leg
Of another beautiful journey.

I Might be Wrong

I might be wrong
Days have become brighter
Not with sun but sunny smiles
That find their way on my face.

I might be wrong
Tears don't feel painful
As they travel down once familiar path
But they soothe the dry trails.

I might be wrong
But I find new reasons
Crazier than the last
To scale the ways where we had a past.

I might be wrong
My questions get deeper
And answers become more evasive
But it doesn't discourage me.

I might be wrong
But I feel alive again
And I will not stop this quest
Till I get what I seek.

Stood Waiting for

First you smiled
Later you stared
Then you moved close
And gently caressed
You softened my skin
With slow moist breath
And brushed my lips
With a feathery touch
You left me standing
In the black night rain
I stood there waiting for
A kiss that ne'er came.

Said and Done till Death

I am neither the first, nor the last
To try and hold your ambitious thoughts
Veiled behind an innocent mask,
Your lies, your motives, your plots
If only you knew what they say of you
In grey pulpits under the Knowledge tree
Trust me you wouldn’t smirk this day
Knowing the serpent is set your way
You would curse them down, bit by bit
Doomed to banality and disgrace
But till you reach that sanity
Let me hold you in your place
For I’m neither the first, nor the last
To care for you till separation overrules.
But till you reach any sanity
You need me to speak your head
And, when you reach that sanity
Well, you’d already be said and done till death.

The End.

A broken branch sways,
the only movement,
Everything else as still as a painting
My steps crush what remains.
A busy worm drills
the earth. I feel like saying,
"Stop you idiot, don't waste
the last bit of yourself"
There is nothing here except death.
I can smell it, It curls my skin
My hair stands, a chill runs down
under the cruel afternoon sun.
It dries my mouth before I open it.

It was all green, until the two-legged beasts came
They ripped apart my home, my family
And years later when I return
I realized this was no returning,
this was no coming back,
This was the End.

You should Know

I see your hesitant nods
I understand your doubts
I hear your second thoughts
Believe me, they are mine too.

Not until I met you
Not until we decided the "I do's"
Not until we showed our colours true
Did there come a purpose
To take down the odds
To challenge doubtful thoughts
To take the riskier shots
To decide to be with you

But You should know, pain never comes twice
After once, it becomes experience, then habit

A person hurts someone only once
And then, becomes a sadist

A person bears the pain only once
And then, becomes Me.