poetry

My Due

Again didn’t get my due ,

a mere tiny dew on the greenish

hue, it was here but now

It’s gone. A due that I

thought I earned , I was

told is now all burnt.

With blank eyes I see,

my share passed on to the

to the shadow on the right.

While I turned to my emaciated self,

the gloated shadow flipped its

monstrous ears , came and stood

this time on my left.

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Devil in a Sea of Men

Disguised in the

hollow curves of

your eloquent words,

do I hear a vicious

hissing ; whispers of

a conniving heart?

Why do I visualize

a serpentine on the rock?

I’m not beguiled by

your deceptive talks.

By the tinkering of your

silver coins.

For I’ve on my hump back

burden of enough winters

to mark a

Devil in a sea of Men.

Lunacy
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Innocent

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.”

W. B Yeats

Out of ceremonial fires emerged,

tiny amber sparks of soot.

Fires were lit to please the

dormant demigod.

Saintly priest offered one thousand

ablutions to the mighty

demagogue , enthroned

on a regal Peacock Throne.

A neck was twisted, a cord broken,

out of hollow spine;

gushed ruby coloured brooks of blood.

A spectacle of blood-bath assembled

to sacrifice an Innocent at the

altar of a strapping few.

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poetry

Gloom

The sinister spell is

finally breaking. I sensed

It’s days are numbered.

I offered my ablutions,

burnt an incense and

first in million tiny

moments paused and

gazed at the serene

smoke rising, I saw

the icy ghost of

gloom , staring one

last time.

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