Old Oak Tree

From my heart extends  the dark dry branches, trying to ooze their thin heads out, longing to embrace the old oak tree standing alone. Patiently waiting for the winds of autumn to strip him naked, before he goes for a long hibernation in the silvery snow flakes. The branches of my heart eager to  coil around his …

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A Verse of Love

Never could pen a verse of love It’s wasn’t so that lovers were scarce Nor I was coy or ever blind, A gentle breeze did touch my cheek once Wondered which direction it came from North, South, East or the West But before the blink of eye it was gone The beloved had  traveled far …

Mother

Father who always stood erected, suddenly showed up at mother’s grave,   and stooped lazily that day. The man who carried head in the clouds,  forced to bare his soul stark naked,  on the muddy earthen ground.  From the ashes, I gathered,  a life carefully crafted out of sorrow and well chiseled out of pain. Midst …

Rebel

Trudging through the still corridors  An eerie silence filled the hollow air Empty classrooms, phantom voices Spotted the broken corner seat, My permanent abode once, it Still bears the marks of my shrine Disinterested drew rough images  Wrote long verses on insignificant life Cold stares of teachers who never care One Ms. A always looked …

The Greater Tragedy Than Oedipus

Tragic Oedipus  wandered blind In the bazaars of colorful Athens Crimson blood oozing out From  hollowed eyes Cursing gods For his fate so harsh  Carrying shame of Copulation with mother Strong guilt  sits heavy  For slaying, his own father Roaming from street to street Asking same question, “Why was I the chosen one” Begotten out …

Sometimes I Sip Sooty Coffee

On my way to home, there are moments when I casually sip a dark sooty coffee, ashen black to remove the stubborn charcoal stains from  my green heart, legacy of a sheltered sub-urban life, I meander through the curvy narrow lanes, stretching wide from top like sagging bosoms but contained through metallic wired frilled brassieres and …

A Brute For A Man

What evil dwells in men who lock up their women in golden cages and deny them the freedom which nature bestows upon them the freewill which the lord rests on them  What kind of love justifies binding up feet of their women so they can never walk freely, strangulate their feelings so they never have …