Monday, 17 December 2012

Like it flows….


Burn like the Sun, shine like the Moon
Soar like hopes, dive like a loon
Dance like ripples, sing like pain
Smile like the stars, weep like rain
Hold hand like memories, untie like a tale
Embrace like a creeper, kiss like a veil
Reveal like the dawn, fade like the dusk
Treasure like values, share like musk
Teach like the nature, learn like the mind
Paint like the seasons, wipe like the wind
Grow like a pearl, recede like ebb
Sail like a drifter, lie like grave
Walk like the wishes, run like a stream
Live like a candle, die like a dream

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Money


I feed you with money
And you make some feni,
He buys, but, she dies.
I buy him now,
Buy his love,

Money fly,
Turn truth to lie;
He sleeps in your shack—
Drunk to lips—
Fills your purse,
And, you pay me back.
My money grows like a monster,
Killing you, killing me,
Killing everyone else,
With surgical precision.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

I die ....


I die in the day
I die in the night
I die now and then
Between dreams,
Between lies;
Between screams,
Between cries;
Between names,
Between lanes;
Between games,
Between chains.
I die now and then--
Too many deaths--
To sow a seed of life....
Somewhere....

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Don't press the doorbell

Don't press the doorbell, my child,
The society is sleeping......
You go on getting beaten up,
You go on getting raped,
You go on getting killed,
But don't press the doorbell, my child,
The society is sleeping.......

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Reality....

The pavement borrows romance from dry smile of a dying moon; the night bleeds in unprovoked assault of moments redefining mirth and birth of hunger...the dawn remains an elusive dream forever...

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Summer Vacation Topic--Kids Zone !

Waste no time to become good….believe me…believe in yourself…you are good….spend every moment of life to remain just that….just not let it turn bad in exploration of becoming too good for this world….
The summer reminds me of those long vacations….of those idle afternoon hours of sitting alone by a deserted pond when neither fishes spoke to me nor did I….and of a simpler life…of crying every time when Joan sang Guantanamera….of people still having time to be by your side….of no racing around in the hollow of goodness !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Take care, kids !

Thursday, 9 February 2012

The day I was born


Long nights and days sped by
To yearn and earn and count and die,
In loving spree and dreams and cry,
In heaps of petals fallen and dry.

Swirling serpents—smoky dread
Invading sky to paint and spread,
Erasing signs of innocent myths—