The Invitation
One day the smoothness would turn to wrinkles
When it can be seen wherefrom the invitation comes
The eyes would not stumble on the bare skin
Nor would the mind be deceived by flesh
The truth would reveal itself gloriously
The ears would know the music from the din!
It’s a freedom from the blind groping in the dark
That so long was thought to be living in the light
The slavery the warm blood shackles us with
The youth blindfolding and turning us away
From the mellow truth that comes only with age!
In that prime time our bodies would be irrelevant
Conversing without words in the language of soul
Every little wants meaningless and no more pleasant
Before the angelic celebration of having reached the goal!
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A Civilized Onslaught
The dark wood resists the light of progress
Lives there for thousands years an introvert race
Here they are born here lie their sepulcher
A few withdrawn people with a fossil culture!
Needs they have little, a little bit of food
All that they want they get in the wood
What lies beyond they don’t need to find
These folks of a tribe with plain thinking mind!
Those civilized outside thought it otherwise
The poor tribe suffers is what they surmise
‘Rare as they are they are really prized
Let’s groom them to become civilized’!
So long happily away from a farce called mainstream
This intrusion broke them, shattered their dream
Why turn them out and not be left alone?
The question is unresolved the battle goes on!
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I Lost My Way
I lost my way
The day I was taught to grab and not share
I was filled with knowledge
That brought no wisdom
But only pride devoid humility
I was given a religion by birth
I had a God Almighty and was told
It was the only true God!
I lost my way
The day I was sent to an institution
To cram a structured knowledge
Endless information was heaped on me
To make me clever and ready for life
A knowledge that taught me to mind my worth
Only in terms of material success
Drove me in pursuit of an elusive happiness!
I lost my way
The day I learnt alphabets
And poured on volumes of books
That shaped a mind of rigid dogmas
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The Night of Judgment
Quietly they came stood around my head
It was last night, my date with the dead.
Their faces were veiled, their presence a wispy flow
The room was thickly filled with an ethereal glow.
I didn't know why I was struck with guilt
Scared as if for me a gallows was being built,
These aliens of faraway were not there for peace
But had come to be repaid with the final justice,
My love they sought, a little of my care
That I never gave them, never did share.
Their hearts pined for it, I never felt their pain
And now it's too late, they're back with disdain.
I lay benumbed while I was carried to the noose
The verdict was foregone, death's what they chose.
So friends love and care, it's for what you are sent
So that you feel no guilt on the night of judgment!
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In Praise of Hell
Tonight I've an invitation to be in hell
I know it would be a perfect setting
A zombies' party in a stinking dale
With guests carried on vampire wing!
Bloated corpses would be carried around
To feast on with blood in clinking goblet
The dead would rip open the ground
To welcome me their only living mate!
The party would begin as the night's chill
Slowly freezes d hearts of the lost souls
Their hunger goading them to go for a kill
Their hollow eyes glowing like burning coals!
They would dance the length of night
Singing couplets in praise of hell
Under pale moon and ghostly starlight
The living would appear infinitely stale!
Tonight I am invited to hell
There I'd find my new nest
To live forever in the night's spell
And be there as an eternal guest!
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Bethlehem Star
A blue moonbeam in the yellow sun
My dreams crimson in the violet sky
From the black oozes the silvery dew
If only I knew, if only….!
Boundless colors of madness
Rationality is starkly dull and grey
Without end, without recess
If only I knew, if only….!
End is looming in the boiling ocean
A blinding rain fogs my dreams
Heavenly is the boundary less whims
If only I knew, if only….!
Orange is the color of closed eyes
It leaves me behind, it flies
Blindfold yet green with romance
If only I knew, if only….!
A remote tunnel on the azure path
Along the rainbow clouds
All unleashed in the midnight coup
If only I knew, if only….!
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A Magical Surprise
Waking up with the first sunrise
Dreams roll on, land on my eyes
I stay alive coz without them
I would've long given up the game.
The day surely has enough in store
More than just a daily routine chore
It's up to me to go get them
If I fail there's none else to blame.
You may ask, 'What's there in a day,
other than work and a little play? '
Surely you're joking there's a lot more to it,
Enough to give you a jolt miss your heartbeat.
Rabbit out of hat, the day's magic show
Of pearly white rains and the cutest rainbow
The puddle on the street that trapped the sky in it
The fragrance of flowers and wind's soothing treat.
Surprises galore, of beauties no dearth
All for our joy, happiness and mirth
They're the dreams that roll on my eyes
Each day of living is a magical surprise!
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Tale Of A Hanging
Time is running out and what a heck
A few moments from now, they'll break my neck.
A shiver down my spine, I'll be no more
The noose is ready, and so is trapdoor.
Here they come, for my last statement
Going through rituals, it's my predicament.
Someone asked if I would make a will
What I would like to have for last meal.
I'm so scared, dimmer gets the light
There's no way I can have an appetite.
My head is jumbled, my thoughts in a mess
The hangman is ready, they give me my dress.
My feet are so heavy, it's hard to stand
Not wasting time, they drag me by hand.
The gallows looks ominous, I'm dead pale
Just a few steps and I'll be in hell.
The world is so alive, I'm in no mood
They pinion me tight, put on the hood.
The lever goes bang, tightens the noose
Down I go, hang limp and loose.
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Dreams are no escape
He spends his work squabbling, haggling over a rupee
Foul mouths, abuses and all that drains his energy
You couldn’t tell if he is drunk just pretending to be sober
Battling through a rotten life, his ordeal never really over!
But when night comes and the half ball silver glows
Leaving behind the muck, he can stop being morose
He neither reflects on his misery nor feels the need to weep
On a six by six potholed floor, quickly he falls asleep!
Are you not curious to know if dreams visit him then?
With sweet angels with words of love or beautiful women
No curses no shouting men, only friends surrounding him
Hugging him, cheering him, he is a winner in his dream!
Or the same evils haunt him, the ones that storm his day
Mock him, spit on his face, kick him out of their way
He struggles to find his way out, shouting curses in his sleep
There’s no light or end of the tunnel, he doesn’t know to weep!
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The Evening I Ceased to be Angry
I hummed a song, uprooted my sting
I have given up anger from last evening
Only yesterday morning in hours of rush
I lost my temper and rebuked missus
She had lost my wallet, misplaced my suit
Cause of all my problems, all my troubles' root
My shaving kit was lost, important papers gone
Who could be responsible other than my son?
Everything was in disarray, chaotic and messy
Surely to fuel my anger, a grand conspiracy!
On my way to office, things were no good
The nudges and the pushes worsened my mood
I banged my head on the shutter, tripped on carpet
And just like any other day, I was once again late
The boss was bad, my colleagues a pack of fools
Nothing was in order, no regard for rules
The day staggered along, so longer it did seem
Till the evening softened it with cool luminous gleam
The south wind composed me, let me sink it in
Triggers are not outside, my anger swells within
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