Bang Bang

Suddenly the flock of birds
Fled the trees.
Blanket of silence covered the village.
The cacophony became starkly audible
The blood started oozing out.

Two more shots.
Bang. Bang.
And the slayers fled too.
The sound of bike faded in distance.

He was lying in a pool of blood.
He had always hated to wait.
And here he laid, waiting.
The wait for the last breath.

He wasn't shocked or surprised.
Always knew that this is how
His life will meet death.
He had betrayed enough people.
Had killed enough men.
Had made enough money.
He had given up on thinking long time back.

Today, lying on his deathbed,
He had just one wish.
To lie in his mother's lap
So that she can gently massage his head.
To put him to sleep.
Deep eternal sleep.

breath

Why should I write for You tonight?
Why shouldn't I just sleep alright?
Does it really matter?
To You?
If it's a drop of blood?
or a bucket of sweat?
a small cut
or an amputed leg?


Is it just about life and death?
Is it just about that one breath?
Perhaps, it is.
And precisely thats the reason
the beggar here yesterday
gave his only roti
to his only doggie.
So that he lives, and breathes.
So, how is the starved beggar doing?
Well, Who cares?? Unless he is dead!!

Scent

If it's not a volcano,
It's not worth trekking.
If there are no lions in a jungle,
It doesn't excite...doesn't kindle.
If the destiny is known,
Its meaning itself is blown.

At this point, I narrate
a story, which no one is gonna hate.

Once upon a time
There was a desert...so remote,
No one had ventured there before.
Its sand storms were fatal
And the creatures so very scary.
Then a man chose
to make the desert tale - fairy!!

He walked to the desert bare foot.
Plow was his tool, courage his weapon,
It took him years it's told,
before he struck his first gold.

The aroma of crude filled the air.
The desert now
had a fragrance.
The man lied on sand
in trance.


coming back to my point
I'd like to add a few more lines.

If, beneath any heaven,
lies no desert,
It's not a heaven at all.
If you lose in a fight,
It was never a fight.

Depth

The tears were shallow
The weep - pretty cheap
Strangely the smile, I noticed
Was far too deep.

He could feel
Her emotions of steel
Each muscle in her frame
struggle, fight, writhe in pain
Just to make that one smile
Come alive. In real style.

He looked at her animated face
And drops rolled down.
He didn't make any effort
to hide his tears.
He couldn't help but came closer
And kissed her.
The salt in the tears
Tasted sweet.

last peg

He completed his last peg
Smoked his last cigarette
Got up
steady on his feet
Picked up a dart
and threw it on the board.
It missed the board
by a foot.
He then fell
on the carpet.
Lying flat on the floor
he thought
was he really steady?

Let it go

I wanted to write
something new tonite.
I wanted to dream
something big tonite.
But I wish you could
just let it go!

Indifference...

Well past his youth
in his forties
he had everything...
one could think of.
One could imagine.

Sitting in his penthouse
on the tallest tower in the city
with walls of glasses
he looked at the city
without any thought.
Without any love....wihout any hatred.

He looked at the naked body
lying in his bed
with indifference.

He looked at the bottle of rum -
half empty-lying on the table
with the same indifference.

He remembered his past.
His childhood, his parents, his love
with the same indifference.

He held his pistol
as if it was a cell phone.
He tried to remember
the last time he cried
And he couldn't recollect.
He aimed at the city
down below
But changed his mood.

He aimed at his temple
And pressed the trigger.

He had everything
a man can think of
But probably
It's not things
that he wanted.
Or may be, he wanted.
You never know.