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Monday, March 11, 2013

to you

of all the pages,
in all of the blogs,
in all the internet,
you've clicked on to mine.
If you're (still) reading
this is for you
for all the things you've earned
for all that you've been through
here's looking at you...

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I must be...

hats off to your sanity
your well-rounded personality
and your dolled up reality
I wonder how you do that!

and here I stand
on the other hand 
trying to understand
what exactly am I doing here?

I thought, I thought
and know whats what
yet I have naught
for this I must be...


Sunday, March 11, 2012

on the wall

he carries in his heart and mind
many secrets and a painful throb.
sometimes, when the secrets are too many
and the pain's a bit heavy,
he goes out and writes them
on the walls outside.
he is relieved from his pain for a while
and yet his secret remains safe!
after all, who would believe
the drivel on these walls?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

28

I just realized, I was dead
cold and stiff inside my head
I'll say no more, not a single word
what is unsaid will remain unheard

my pain, my guilt, and my dark skies
clouded my mind with silent cries
said to no one, no one to hear
but I had a rhyme for every tear

tide of misery, on shores of gloom
hurtin heart made my words bloom
I found their light, stuck in the dark
I be in pieces but I'll leave a mark!

words of hurt, have a healing effect
written on a wall and left unchecked
that storm's gone now, it's silent after
soul for survival was the barter

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

appear

I truly wanted to be
but all they needed from me
was my standing quietly there
and my face to always appear
happy
and content with what I've got
believe in the fairy tales not
coz dreaming's for the closed eyes
none survive as the time flies

I really wanted to feel
but all they wanted to deal
was cards stacked to tradition
and my hand to be complaisant
blindly
and falling within the lines dotted
on the maps of people divided
coz man's animal playing social
who's instincts still base brutal

Saturday, May 21, 2011

translation

I was on a tour of Kerala recently. A nice, clean and beautiful place. A lot could be said about that not in this post. This post is for that one event in Thiruvananthapuram zoo. One of the tourist attractions in this state capital. I was one amongst the hundreds who wondered around those caged animals in that hot, sunny afternoon. 
 
I must say, its a good zoo. laid out well and clean. At one end of the zoo, they have tiger cages. I always imagined them to possess this natural strength. Strength to rule their territory. Strength to instill fear in the hearts and minds of animals on the lower levels of the food chain. 
With their muscle strength and claws and teeth and the roar. The deep bass thundering sound declaring their sovereignty. If you here this sound you are supposed to run your non-tiger behind off! Fear and respect the might of the king. That is what it means.

Or so I thought.

Half a dozen of these kings of the jungle, these majestic beasts were displayed for the flocks of onlookers. One of them especially uneasy. pacing hard up and down. fierce but caged and hence helpless. People were passing by the cages. Taking pictures, marveling (?) at the terrible beauty in front of their eyes. And then they moved to the next cage. As I had.

Then it happened. Perhaps, teased by a tourist, or frustrated with the cage or simply due to its nature. One of the tigers snapped and let out a loud, teethy roar. 
And what I saw? The tourists looking at the other caged animals nearby, all rushed to see the angry tiger. Ran right towards the angry tiger! Not away from it!! Angry, fearsome, deadly but caged.


The cage had translated the fierce and fearsome roar into a sound of amusement...

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

slumber rhyme

the big question blues
and answers with hues
questioning the meaning of questions


the meanings to know
and reasons to show
actioning the freedom of actions

I shook her to wake
but I am not awake
sensing the dream of sensations

In slumber rhyme flows
I wake up and it goes
resuming the reality assumptions

Monday, April 25, 2011

not me

who is thinking these thoughts?
not me...not me...
who is saying these words?
not me...not me...
I am but a puppet,
with strings tangled up

who is the master of my fate?
not me...not me...
who holds all the keys?
not me...not me...
I am but a kite,
with dreams and dread of free will

Friday, March 11, 2011

memories

not forgotten
your memories are inside me
rain water in ground


Monday, January 31, 2011

some more

clouded, heavy rain
missing the clear blue sky
will miss the rain too
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yesterday's dream
I wish to have it again
it's poem unfinished
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a song made me sad
it's all I want to hear now
it's all that heard me
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

deleting attachments

chained  in my cave
long shadows on the wall
dusk or dawn?

living my life the way I live
to avenge my life
for the way I lived

slow realization of empty hand
trickling of hourglass sand
deleting attachments