THE GONG

The firestorm of a riot flew by, spattering my heart’s blood over the dead remnants of things which I consider the most beautiful…….

Faith gave me the legacy of a helpless God!

Dreams lead me through strange landscapes…

From the anthills on my path serpents arose and hissed at me.

Destiny sets an auction to sell,

the fruits of my sweat to my deadliest foes!

Before evolving to words,

My vision got scattered in the blue eternity.

I’ve lost my peace of mind like the opal slippers of Cinderella!

A gong at a mindless moment chased me away from my fairy tale…

Dear ones don’t recognize me anymore…….

Alas! I fear;

My life has started reflecting the verses which I blindly scribble down…

I will never ever write again!

REFLECTIONS

I lost my shadow on a burnt meadow...
My vision got shattered in a whirl wind.
Upon a cleft, pain covers me with its huge black wings.
The chain of dissatisfied desires which binds to my legs,
Pulls me down into the depths of sorrow.
In the funeral fire which burns my soul,
I’m searching for my own roots.
I thought a lamp will guide me to the threshold of dreams,
But it leads me again to darkness only.
All my plainting notes get scattered,
Striking the walls which guard me!
I walk nameless in an endless corridor,
Not knowing what is on the other side.
Only one thing do I know-
The writhe inside the funeral pile on the bank of Ganges-
A vague picture-
It may be me!
Perhaps...
-my own lost shadow!!!

Tell me

Tell me yesterday is dead!

Let me dream of,

The twilight blooming in your eyes.

Nimbuses immured me

In the tear spilled pathway.

With wings half burnt

My mind seeks the sky you are.

Your solitude strikes me

As a scream of time

From the other end of eternity.

I trussed that solitude

In my bewildering summer dreams.

The monsoon you fear

Is exasperating in me.

When you longed for endless sunshine

I waited with rain and hail.

Instead of pampering

Did the cadaverous figures of my words

Panic you?

Realize! The origin of evil

Is from the angel’s heart itself.

Silent Seduction

While standing beneath the starlit summer sky,

The red eyes of the ancient warrior king fell upon me!

The scream of silence encircled him

A stare so piercing, moist temple, peril nose...

Eyes gleaming like blazing amber,

Voice beguiling my tacit ardor

His smile - the frozen strip of malice!

His visage - the hideous vista of warfront!

Behind him, I heard the wail of anguish

But still my eyes stayed clasped to his.....

And nattered a thousand words unheard.

Down came he in the cart of nebulas and

Spread his crimson labyrinth around.

My speculum shattered at his feet

My breath chocked beneath his heartbeats

Strange senses then held my perception

But I woke up to realize the dream behind-

What’s overflowing in my memories?

It’s following me in my dreams...

A charming stare, fantasy of an enchanter’s eye,

Or, a silent seduction!

Murky dreams gleamed with fluttering fireflies,

Am I naively seeking for the crux of evil?

Soul relinquished to grisly ordeal

Am I searching him below the blanket of darkness?

Come he’d once and disarm me with smile

Utter a few words of innocent mischief-

A magical combination!

And then my heart will find his

And will start a silent seduction-

Until, breath marks the only barrier between us!