cacophony
Inspiration, life

Move On !!

For few dimes less in our pockets  

don’t fret ,let’s just move on….

Around you are bigger mansions than 

the squalor you dwell in don’t think

let’s just move on… 

Watching your only child play with

herself again, simply smile and

let’s  just move on…

The neighbour got a sparkling new

car, one that you will never own let be

and let’s  just move on….

Once again the boss didn’t bother  to

shack your hand, let it be and 

just move on….

The famed little black dress deceived 

you once more, it never fit you right?

Don’t sink ,just move on…

You waited enough for that kiss whose 

taste you never had …

Move on for there are no penance or

redemption yet, not everything in the

world  has a reason nor everything

meant to make any sense! 

 

 

 

 

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a hand out of sea
Nature, poetry

Oh! Destiny

Oh ! destiny I’ve

been hit hard by

waves of rejection

A grain of sand

I know my worth,

I’ve been shown

seashore too many

times…

Oh! Destiny tell me

it is not a Sisyphean

fate!

What I sought

I never got!

The mighty Gods

conspired cornered me to

the coast, I cried

pellucid tears

deliquesced

into salt sea-waters

solitary with the

dry wells and the 

ruddy coasts!

Oh! Destiny, I

desire a drop

of those crystalline

waters that I can call

my own!

wind's tale
Literature, Love, Nature

Murky Clouds

Gentle translucent dew drops

brought along murky clouds

on grey chariots of northern winds

taking me in their mighty clutches 

tossing, spinning me to the

dimensions of the other world, 

as rays of amber Sun descended

on the eclipsed horizons, the  

mighty chariots of Northern winds  

froze in eternity and I once again

came back from the hell! 

missing
History, Literature, Nature, poetry, Uncategorized

Metamorphosis

I grew up beyond the grey walls….

Walls that changed hues under varied spells,

mama would strictly keep me inside.

 

The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes,

black ashen specks from where I marveled

at the cruel oddity of the world.

 

A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked

angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing

other picture-frames.

 

The grim monsoons brought spree of life

stamping on foundations of boundless

hedge, spreading its tentacles…

 

Vile serpentine vines of bougainvillea invaded

sacred space, by keeping me in restraints

stealthily crawling into me.

 

I see scaly lizards licking the swollen damp

crusts of the walls, that now turned

purplish hue, squeaking hushly;

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”

 

Terrified of clicking sounds,every monsoon

I meticulously filled up fissures with 

Papa’s old black and whites.

 

Once smacked across the sugar face smiling,

I always beamed when I sobbed inside,

tongue at loss of words….

I covered the last fissure with the only picture 

I had of Papa.

 

Forever barricading myself with-in walls, I

metamorphosed into silver, a mass of

cemented blood in concrete limbs.

Fortifying myself of the lingering echoes…

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”

 

 

haunt
life, Love, Nature, poetry

Fangs of Sadness

Like a seizure sadness took

hold of my withered heart

a brutal blow , frenzied  it

leapt, spat it’s venom 

in tubular veins to merge

with red liquids, now in

possession of every fold of

the body,  even when joyous 

petals touche my cheek,

love birds suckle on heavenly

nectars, or naked rain drops

take me in their embraces

fangs  of sadness 

can be heard screeching 

the insides. 

wound
Love, Nature

Lady Aloofness

The patron goddess
of lonely beings,
Lady Aloofness,
adorned in ashen
maxi enthroned
on errie silence
visited last
dampish evening
Between her
listening and
mine chatters
The maiden
Stillness stood
but the resolute
goddess coiled
around my neck
like a raven
serpent slithering
going mary
go-round
strangulating
all the chords
dwelling in humble
throat, chocking
any word, hissing
away any sense
smothering any
desire with her
venomous fangs!

grey eyed sadness
Love, Nature, poetry

Grey-Eyed Sadness

On the wintry chariots of November

Oh! grey -eyed sadness you arrived yet

again , though the fallen leaves were

premonitions of the fast approaching

hours of our rendezvous.

 

But the fool  in me hoped this cold your

arrivals might be delayed but here I am a meek

little being already in your sturdy embraces my 

my grey-eyed sadness. 

 

While your disheveled twinkle-eyed sister

happiness is such a trickster, her feet are never

on grounds and is still busy playing childish

pranks…

 

My grey-eyed sadness you so prim-proper

and grim and grey, it is baffling to me

 you endure my chattering companies.

 

Oh! grey-eyed sadness just sit by my side 

You only respite to my mistrusting-heart

for the twinkle-eyed happiness is elusive,

besides I’ve grown fond of you , I am 

pleased that you arrived even if you are 

before time!