sin or sacrifice?

behind the dark curtains and a room gloomier
a shade darker than it was earlier
someone lay there curled up and shriveled
eyes wide open with tears

that trickled
a sin or sacrifice it knew not
as the gloom threatened to take over with every sob
what of happy endings and cherry red flowers
what of rainbow and sunshine and happy ever afters
all seemed gone
all seemed dispaired
sin or sacrifice it knew not
everytime it tried to get up
sounds of past tormented it
curled in the corner back it went
whimpering to sleep of confusion
where it dreamt of dark rooms and gloomier curtains
sin or sacrifice it knew not

LOST

Never at peace she rests

A vagabond soul searching for what is best

Her journey took her to many places

Of frozen rivers and angry faces

At long last she sat under a tree

And realised the forest that accompanied her in all degrees

A bolt of thought came crashing down she

May be she had all in this forest that reached the sea

Of tall trees that looked down at her

With leaf like eyes glowing with fervor

Questioningly looked up with tilted head

It seemed to nod with a grave dread

Eagerly she stepped into

The cool calmness and tall solitude

She felt it, engulfing her with loving care

Oh! So hard she had tried getting this without a vanity fair

With building excitement she entered

A knot or two made her stumble, no matter what she always tethered

Entangled trees were handsomely patterned

A beautiful place and a lack of lantern

She needed a torch to see

But instead felt the depths of the forest calling thee

“Come”, it says

Let me guide you through my wilderness that lays

A turn wrong and she is lost

Some deer runs by with antlers frozen with frost

She smiles to herself as realisation dawns

She loves the forest so much than plain flat lawns

Lost in the complex beauty

Of foreboding instances and amusement that’s there in plenty

But she had declared the love for him

The moment she held his arm to walk within

If you still have not figured out

Which you are

Yes, you there reading with small eyes that dare

I am the girl and you are the forest

I am lost in you forever till i rest.

PS: If a writer loves you, you are immortalised ;) 

he doesnt need to know..

He doesn't need to know

Of the times spent at the quarry

He doesn't need to know

Where his mom went as he tarried

He doesn't need to know

What cost him those boots

He doesn't need to know

What happened to his sisters two front tooths

                              He doesn't need to know

                         Where went his father's ticking watch

                               He doesn't need to know

                          That dinner had caused him the absence of the dogs barking match

                                He doesn't need to know

                              Why his father came black, everytime he stepped out

                                   He doesn't need to know

                             Why his sister complained of rough hands with a pout

                                     He doesn't need to know

                                       Of the leaky roof that bothers father during monsoon
He doesn't need to know

That rain fall inside is just not natural

He doesn't need to know

That there are more toys than a cycle tyre

He doesn't need to know

Life ends in a burning pyre

He doesn't need to know

Of fathers coughing worsen day by day

He doesn't need to know

That life is as frail as pots of clay

He doesn't need to know

That soon he would be crowned the man of the house

And then,

he will have to know it all

children of hell

A flash.. And the sky lights up

Like a bullet fired from a bullpup

The kid looks up in awe..as it rained fire

This is hell on earth as the souls rise higher

A touch on his shoulder, sees his mom with him

her body might vanish but her memories live within him

A bark from his lost dog

hiding under the debris from the war lord

Dizzy he was, as things long lost flooded him..
But transfixed he stared as hell sang its own hymn..

He dug deep and set his pal free

nothin around was standing except for the oak tree

An oak tree which stood tall in its time of glory

Now withered in a site that was too gorry.

He wandered north and then went east

there he saw the evil general with gold teeth

The battle is won the general said

100 dead how could he sleep cozy on his soft bed

Flashed his teeth as he laughed at his question..

U naive boy i m going to make a new nation

Pulled a knife out and slashed it across his throat

blood spilled as the soldiers walked to save the man in green coat

For all the lost things he loved the most

The father , the mother and the holy ghost

The devil inside him killed them all

How come he still gets a cushion for his death fall

As the bad lie on his cushion of death

The noble boy lay slaughtered in bullet sheath

The world is soon gonna need blood plumbing

i ask the lord when is his next comming

the fight for friendship and beyond

The fight for friendship and beyond

A time of roses and thorns

I was sparing a lad with his armor on

Couldn't see his face as we sparred on the lawn

A rose for every slash i made

A thorn for every bruise that would fade

People watching would find me ungrateful

A knight that answered every slash with a rose

For me i saw a thorns of the rose

And forget about the petalled core

soon the lad took off his armor

And i could see hurt in the clamor

As realization dawned it was too late

The rose was of petals and not thorns of fate

My blunder was irrevocable and unpardonable

But oh! I had fallen for him hard, which was undeniable

And all i could ask was for forgiveness

 For a knight like you doesn't deserve a girl like me in such foulness 

smile :)

Smile me through a path that's harsh
A Lil by Lil as we march
Through these treacherous road we walk
Waterfalls on one and and cliffs as white as chalk
But you make me smile on every single step
As we bound over the bridges and leap
Soon the road stretches too far
May be into a mad kings lair
But its an adventure i would like to have for a while
Cause you always make me smile.

lonely man

alone in the crowded road
alone in the cramped bus
alone in the stuffed canteen
alone in the bustling office
alone in the jammed train
alone alone alone

alone among the grouped tress
alone in the swinging party
alone in the prayer hall
alone in the noisy parks
alone in the busy shop
alone alone alone

does it bother?
does he care?
does he notice?
does it feel?
noone sees
a lonely man....

ship of life

Some words left unsaid

Some touches left unfelt

Sceneries left uncompassed

A love left unconfessed

Some flavours left unsavoured

Few smiles left unshared

Some canvases left blank

As the ship gently sank

The ship of life i thought

In the sea of forgot-me-nots

                                                              

Some fights i regret

An incomplete novelette

The apologies left refuted

Some relations left jilted

Innumerable memories unperished

Inspite of time unblemished

Further my ship sailed

Sinking with every breathe exhaled

A many left in the to-do list

Some left in the must-have done list

But isn’t that life i rambled

A many happy hellos

And a many tearfull goodbyes

The ship of life i thought

In the sea of forgot-me-nots

the warning!

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Telling lores of the long gone mist

Of terrors and horrors that had ceased to exsist

Reminiscent of an age fought and gone

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Went he to the king of happy times

With news not sweet , but bitter crimes

Laughed his majesty with belly all swollen

 wine and bread was his token

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Lords and ladies ,he bowed to them

Hoped his warnings were taken then.

But rich laughed with shivering legs

Knew if he was right they all be dead

Still no heed anyone paid

Thought the happy times would never fade

Disappeared he into the unknown

Forgotten he was before the dawn

It was the morning of 5^th of summer

Land and sky mirrored each other

Both red

Both a blazed

Ashes of grey was all that was left

Of the king and his horses

Of gardens and it’s roses

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Smirked he from above

But brains is what you were void of

A test you failed miserably

Some lessons you learned, probably!

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings!

a story.

A story about me and you,

A story about life that’s simple

A chapter about childhood                                             

About love and struggle

The untangled words of the ancestors

Profound and wise, as they were

Of life that’s simple

Of life that’s small

Of a play of many acts

Of an end that’s known

Of a heaven that’s expected

A story of me and you. 

Little Missings..

The little missings

The countless pens and erasers

The one piece of the jigsaw you never find

The safety pins and clips ,

Reported gone in times most needed

Keys, which go Houdini each time you get late!

Ever wondered as to what happened to them?

May be swirling in some lost and found abyss

To be found someday, by their rightful owners

Or perhaps they were found and owned by someone-else

And if ever were they given a voice...

My! The tales they would have had to tell!

The little missings

Important yet ignored

Sure does makes life hell !

with the torn one-eyed teddy bear..

A tomorrow that had come and gone

A future that had become past

A bloom withered

The tears withheld, untouched

Rains painting  grey

The colourful pyre

Flesh to smoke

A ritual as ancient as man

The child lost in the grey

A tear or a smile

She didn’t know

Staring with a torn one-eyed teddy bear

Both as blind , both as innocent

Staring at the bewilderment 

From their own corner of the world

A child's and a glass eye.. 

Staring and wondering...

strings that sang..

The strings that sang

Could that hand hold a knife

Irony it seemed to rang

Guilty! Hammered the judge    

Death of the music fingers

Heart trapper they called him

Charming he was, to all his well-wishers

Was it.. is he.. could he be???

Harsh words seemed so much harsher

Unbelievable had to be believed

Why would he? Whispered some.

“Such a talented boy” his grandmother had said

But he did wrong they all webbed.

“OH! Sweet child of mine!” screamed his mother.

Could sweetness be so brutal???thought his father.

He said nothing to the world just hummed a tune..

Just didn’t matter anymore for his faith had gone

Annihilated by a women he most loved.

He plucked those sweet notes till life was in those fingers

The stage, the rope..

Irony again came sailing in it’s boat

Never had it been empty, and the curtains drawn

Ending it all from where it had begun    

The world for once saw a melodious death

The rope tugged
And the tune played

“twang” the note reverberated through the empty hall

Melody from the last twitch of “those fingers”.....

reasons of today..

Sitting beneath the  boundless skies

I wonder and frown on butterflies...

As the wind gently combs the grass

Swaying to the tunes of wind

Creating waves of  grassy sea.

The little girl makes toys of grass...

The tree shades the child as the sun smiled upon

She lost herself in the entwinement of leaves ..

In the surge of creativity...and childish wonderings

Such was her childhood...

A childhood of dreams and play...

Where reality had no say...

Such is a childhood we all dream of...

But alas! the kids of today are nomore the kids of yesterdays

Lost is the innocence, lost is the sparkle....

for the reasons of today...
the kids are nomore the kids of yesterday

fill me up!

A space filled with nothingness, is what i am

For a painter i am a nice white canvas

For a writer a sheet of paper

For a musician, silence

I am indeed nothing....

Fill me with your thoughts, paint me with your desires

Sway me to your melodies

Pour yourself into me like raindrops on parched fields

Think not about what you fill me with

For i am the secret keeper of the world

Pray don’t immerse me in all rosy for i am not a child

It’s as much night as it is day,
Cause i know all that glitters is not gold

I am nothing but your half filled mind...

extremes they said...

It’s funny how things are always at extreme

 A start and an end..

You are either happy or sad..

You can either be laughing or crying..

 be angry or at peace..

 red or blue..

 You can either fly or walk.

Be wet in the rain or stay dry under the umbrella..

  live or die..

You choose the notes to your song... and when it all ends you play it..

And  i am sure, you will hear the melody..

 the  melancholy of the low notes

the cheeriness of the high

and there would be a single tear, and a smile..

 who said there was never a middle path?

winter at the top.

As magnificent as a snow capped mountain

A glittery shine of unearthly beauty

And so she fell in love with it

It stood tall and proud in all its glory

While she stood at its foot..

 Awed in wonder.. loved with her tiny warm heart..

But alas! She didn’t know for all its majesty it was cold and bare..

For all its glittery and shine.. it could offer was cold indifference

She  wept with a broken heart , for summer to dawn,

To melt away the sparkling ice and uncover the lushes

But none happened..

Because, always and forever

It shall be winter at the top....

untraceable sacrifice..

With ever drop of blood

There shall be handful of grains..

So was the devil's deal

And so he shed all of it,

without a wince...

Painting the ground red

he ceaselessly let it flow..

All for his kind,

All for the country he once loved..

With a sigh,

he became one with his dear mother,

Leaving behind an untraceable sacrifice.....

net of hope

Dots on clear canvas of water..

Braving the vastness i sail...

I sail for hunger, for the love of sea..

As my net of hope descends gracefully

Entrapping a dome of dreams as it touched the wrinkled water..

I pray... i pray for enough to feed the many mouths

To see the honey smiles for the tiny gifts i bring

With a twist and tug i pull the catch of wriggling wishes

A death of one linked to the life of the other...

I fish the catch and march into the din of noise....

And again its dawn

As the sun shines a new light

I set out for the sea with my net of hope.....

rays of illumination....

through the window tumbles the light...
tumbles into the dark room
illuminating darkness with its glowing tentacles...
lighting the darkened room...