Rains .. solemnization by Gods

As I get drenched by the pelting showers of monsoon rains.. I wonder ..
What could be this rain, this lightening and thunder ..

Is the rain a tear .. from the eyes of the sky ..
Or are the clouds fighting .. on the plains so high ..

Is the thunder a spark from the clashing swords ..
That the clouds might use to fight .. instead of the words ..

Are the gods safe .. in their abodes, above all this unrest ..
Or is the conflict putting their patience to the test ..

Then I suddenly realise .. that this morning

The earth too was fuming .. felt as if something sinister was brewing ..
She's also seemed a bit agitated .. inside her, the lava of anger seething ..

She has every reason to be furious..

Her tenants have gone berserk .. they've made wholesale modifications ..
Brutally plundered her resources .. oblivious to her aspirations ..

The gods must be wary of the earth's fury .. her ululation ..
Could the rains have been the gods' way of accession ..
On behalf of her tenants .. and to douse the flames of irritation,
showers of rain could be a part of sedation,

Perhaps an interim solution ..
a sacred ritual .. solemnisation!!

I cry ..

I cry .. the tears of sorrow ..
Pain and hurt lies within .. no need to borrow ..

I cry .. when the tears are almost eager to fall ..
Everything seems lost .. nothing left .. nothing at all ..

I cry .. when a thought in its infancy is murdered without sympathy ..
By the goons on street-corners .. led by apathy ..

I cry .. when they unkindly turn a blind-eye ..
Towards a deserving image .. that's produced by your mind's eye ..

I cry .. when the calls for assistance go unanswered and why ..
A struggle for truth is left to slowly wither and die ..

I cry .. when no one believes your story of cruelty..
Of falsehood condemning the verity to the depths of obscurity ..

I cry .. when I see the disparity in returns ..
and when sycophancy outsmarts diligence .. the heart burns

I cry .. when trust seems to be present only inside the crust ..
Which gets devoured first .. by the deceiver's unquenchable lust ..

They say I am a loser .. not fit to live and prosper in today's society ..
They must be right .. 'coz it's them who own and run this world .. this falsity!!

Sold to the devil ..

Dazzling lights .. blaring music .. swaying hips
The race got underway for the championships ..

The masters have bought their slaves ..
they entertain ..and for more and more the master craves ..

Gladiators turned out to please their masters ad nauseam..
A big roar from the blood-thirsty in the coliseum ..

With every kill or a slash that got cheers from each section ..
The miniskirt-clad girls were up and ready for the action ..

Stench of money was lingering in the air ..
Masters were pleased to see the returns gather ..

One master was dancing in the aisles and how ..
His slaves were putting up a show; and he was taking a bow ..

Another was seen sipping fine wine ..
Win or lose, didn't seem to care .. moolah poured, 'twas fine ..

Business strategies .. ROI, ROE, ROCE and Break-even ..
The dough was neatly set to leaven ..

It was trade and commerce, diversification .. purely a business transaction ..
Game was secondary, competition fierce .. profit-making was the sole attraction ..

Where was the love for the game .. it's sickening .. I said ..
The tycoon's crony looked at me incredulously .. almost in dread ..

He said .. The game is to be in limelight ..
And a star always shines brighter at the night ..

To thrive in this business needs big money .. a lot of attention ..
To get that, could there be any better place than I mention ..

I said, well, well, well ... that's pretty diabolical ... ..
so this is what is the IPL .. where rape has become ethical .. ...

I said then it's conclusive .. truth be told, if I may be so bold ..
The Devil has officially taken over .. and to him the game's soul is being sold ..!!

Then and Now

I used to have tears in my eyes when
I would be leaving her .. to be alone .. again ..
I would curse myself and think, why can't I afford ..
To take her with me on board ..


That was then and this is now ..
She has left us and how ..
Snipping off the cord of discord in a flash ..
Letting our world come to a halt .. crash ..!


No tears did I see .. In her eyes .. only hatred I saw rise ..
I wondered .. Does she remember the time ..
When I had many times left her .. with tears in my eyes ..
as if I was guilty of the gravest crime ..!

Death of a relationship

What happened ..
asked a sympathetic friend ..
It looked to be going smoothly from this end ..
How did it all come to an end?

What made her leave and go away ..
I said .. what can I say,
She didn't leave or I didn't stay,
it's love that left us that day ..

We lost the compatibility ..
Somewhere down the line, we lost the ability
to communicate and to sort out
and bring back into our lives peace ..much needed serenity ..

There was a tear .. sure ..
But we could not mend ..
Don't know what made us pretend ..
that everything was rosy .. and there was nothing that we needed to attend ..

Maybe the build itself wasn't so strong ..
foundation, with which there must've been something wrong ..
Maybe it was this frailty .. made us not to get along
That probably caused massive difficulty .. all along

There was a gap .. widening each day ..
two ships drifting apart .. sailing further away ..
we were afraid to face the truth anyway ..
chose ignorance .. bliss ..
avoidance ..
"space" ..
going through motions ..
cul-de-sac ...
doorway ..!

Train of thought ..

In the junction of my mind ..
thoughts come and go as I unwind ..

Some I let linger a while .. happy thoughts .. trade freely ..
exchange cargo .. enjoy the hospitality .. no restrictions .. no embargo ..

Some just pass through continuing their journey ..
like a thorough train .. speeding on .. miles an hour, many

Some make it a home .. in different forms ..
like the vagrants dawdling .. on the platforms

Like the Hobos on street corners sans aspiration ..
beseeching a morsel of attention ..

Panhandling .. accosting .. soliciting .. begging ..
Treading carefully ... avoiding detention .. incarceration ..

I have so far managed .. to grab them by handle-bars
and keep them hidden away firmly behind bars ..

Once in a while they break free .. evading the security
and jump fences .. I have to move in with alacrity ..

I am wary of these bums ..
They are not satisfied anymore with crumbs ..

They want to take over and rule ..
Making me follow thought from a different school ..

These tramps are from a dark past ...
Whom I thought I would outlast ..

They bring with them Pain and Agony ..
A pair dreaded by many ..

I haven't the courage to face these foes formidable ..
Most of the times, I prefer to hide under the table ..

I am fed up .. wish to do away .. especially with the Pain ..
Agony would perhaps help me blow away my brain ..!!

Dream and Nightmare

I wish our partnership will be ...
Naturally a lifetime consuming act ...

Where there would be
scenes after scenes of love-making ....

Where there would be just wit and humour ...
And not a word about money-making ...

Where the intervals would be kisses ...
And drink breaks would be hugs of bear ...

Where the food would be love ....
And drink would be understanding and care ...

Where you would hold me in your arms ...
And neither of us would have any fear ...

Where I would get lost in the locks of your hair ...
And you'd make all my troubles disappear ...

Where there’d be no dialogues .. Just a knowing glance ..
And an intimate smile from you, my dear ..

Where without a word without a syllable ....
My story I could narrate and your soul you could bare ...

Where evenings would be fun ..
And not something from which you wished you'd run ...

Where mornings would start with a smile ..
Which would take us each day farther many a mile ....

Where life would be easy and simple ...
A lot of laughs and a few dimples ...

Where you and I would be allies and friends ...
Helping each other negotiate life's curvy bends ...

Each day I wake up with a jolt ...
Startled, like a shaken up hare I bolt ...

Away from somewhere
where I feel the agony and pain ...

To be away from it all ...
And back with you - my love –
again ...!

Butchered

She lays there .. motionless ..
Exhausted from a fight .. powerless .. defenceless ..
They circle around her .. the pair - lecherous and relentless ..
She could just lie and watch in horror .. weak .. helpless ..

The pair of them fight ..
Each wants a bigger bite ..
pair surveys her curves with delight ..
as she lays there not moving,frozen with fright ..

For the ravenous pair, it's a prize ..
They must have ambushed her, I surmise ..
While she went about her business ..
Unaware of lurking predators .. before she could even realise

The pair were now taking turns, afresh ..
Each trying to grab, pull ..at her succulent juicy flesh ..
Outdoing each other in exploring her caverns ..
Unrelenting ..unaffected by the law of diminishing returns ..

Another Buffalo gets butchered somewhere in another continent ..
"Law of nature .. survival of the fittest .." wicked, but for some, an amusement!
Some of us .. we shudder we bemoan we lament ..
Each time we see this on Animal Planet ..!!!

My Beautiful Queen

Wish you were there each time..
To wake me from a deep sleep ...
Whisper slowly into my ear ...
To pay me a compliment ... with a meaning deep

I’ll hold you and hold on to you ...
With the handcuff of my smile ....
Tie you around me with a rope named love ...
And kiss you in style ...

You’ll not want to go ...
And would hang on ....
The love-train will leave the station ...
For a journey to dream land ...

Days will follow nights ...
And we'll still be together ...
Just full of happiness ... and love ...
No conflict, no agitation and definitely no fights ... ever

YOU make me create ...
YOU make me compile ...
YOU make me long for ...
And only YOU can make me smile ...

What this kiss will not reveal…
Your intent has already betrayed ...
The thoughts deep within you ...
Have long back into my heart strayed ...

You make my mind go vrooom ...
Like a well oiled machine...
Need I say anything more...
My beautiful queen?

Father to a son - III

A father to a son turning ten
Says to him: listen my friend,
The world you are about to enter, is at your feet,
All you need is to be alert, natty and neat

Put your mind to the job in hand
And remember, knowledge is like a grain of sand
The more you gather the less it would seem
Keeping it all together should be your dream

Keep your eyes and ears open to feel the changes
That take place around you ever so often
Adapt and mould, gather and hold
All you can collect in your fold…

Time never stands still, it moves on
You should keep moving too, to remain strong
The power of mind is infinite
It can help you achieve success in surfeit

Never underestimate your own potential
Always trust your own ability
To achieve and to attain
And for conquering difficulties and pain

Today you begin a new decade
That is filled with a lot of exciting possibilities
It presents you a with a chance to achieve something
And in the process test your own capabilities

Don’t look back once you start the journey
Because it will delay the progress
And hold you back; distract you from the goal,
And thereby putting you off-track

Whether I say it in so many words or not
Don’t forget that I always loved you a lot
I may not be the best as a father
But I’d be watching you progress silently rather

I’d rather see you make mistakes and learn
And watch you turn tables on your own
On the failures you might encounter
Remember, success and only success is its counter…

Happy Birthday my son ..
May you have a very long run ...

A minute of your time ..

Listen to my heart throb in your name
Read my lips utter the same
Lock your beautiful brown eyes into mine
Please let me have just a minute of your time

Let me read you a love story
Recite a romantic poem or a tale scary
Let me sing you a song sometime
Just give me a minute of your time

Let us lose into each other’s eyes
Read their signs and fervent cries
Let us stay entranced in these moments sublime
Allow me a minute of your time

Rest your head on my shoulders a while
Let me whisper sweet nothings to make you smile
A few precious moments worth waiting a long time
Only if you gave me a minute of your time

Pass on to me your troubles, lend me your sorrow
Let me all your grief borrow
Allow me to dream about you all the time
Why don’t you give a minute of your time?

I’ll cuddle you, caress your silky short hair
Kiss your sweet lips, neck and a shoulder bare
We will make love till meal time
For that I request a minute of your time

My heart misses a beat at your sight
When our gazes meet, my eyes sparkle bright
Let us make a sweet melody at bed-time
All I ask for is a minute of your time

Let me make you stay with me eternally
Talk you into never parting mentally, physically
Listen once to your aching heart this time
Spare me a minute of your time

You are an angel so gorgeous
Woman like you comes once in a lifetime, my precious
I want to hold on to you till the end of time
I beg for just a minute of your time!

A Beautiful Butterfly

There was once a silkworm that was eager to flutter
But she’d always hesitate and waver and stutter
Hesitate to reveal her true ability
And stutter when she must unravel her mental facility



Contented she felt in her little niche
Complacent, she was unwilling to step out and flourish
Uncertain about the world outside
She kept withdrawing further and further inside



I knew it was just a matter of time, a mere formality
Before she could boldly traverse that line
The invisible line she had drawn herself by habit
To remain confined inside the cocoon and to inhibit



A word of re-assurance was all she ever needed and I said to her
“You have in you all that it takes to enthrall one and all
But must acquire just a splash of confidence...
And a dash of independence, that’s all...!”



How would the world otherwise know that you could soar
Unless you pushed yourself harder to open the door
The door to your presently cocooned mind
So that everyone could easily find



That this gorgeous insect was now ready to explore
And could in fact take wing and fly
That now she remains a silkworm no more
But has metamorphosed into a beautiful butterfly!