wow!!

Strong chilly wind
And clouds pouring down.
When he jumped.
His bare body in rhythm.
And a splash.
He swam effortlessly.
Till he was at a safe distance.
from the ship.

He just floated.
The ship was out of sight.
The wind and the rain
and the sea below.
He was finally feeling that wow!!.

Happy New Year.

After a long-long time
I entered into a new year
Without a Puff of smoke
Without A drop of wine.
An year which
I'm gonna claim as mine.

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.

Pieces

She efforlessly moved her agile body
And jumped over the guy.
He fell on his back and stared at her.
Sitting on top of him
she took out a knife.
He did not even blink
As if he knew what was in store
and never protested.
She stabbed right at his heart
And he stared at her eyes
And then one more time
her hand moved
right into his heart.
With the full length of knife
Inside his heart,
He kept on staring
At her.
She stared back
as if to tell him
this was his fate.

He smiled as if to tell her
He never believed in fate
And this was his choice of death.

And then one more time
Her hand moved.
He smiled.
They looked at each other
With mutual agreement.

And then one last time
Her hand moved again
And then he closed his eyes for ever.
She wiped her tears
painting her face red with blood
And walked away
Feeling nothing
But relieved.

Smoky dark

"Don't utter a word
Don't ever show ur face"
Saying this he disconnected.

The room was dark
The bed was warm
With trembling hands
He reached for his pocket
Took out a cigrette
And lighted it with match
The room was closed
Full of smoke now.

He stared at nothing
He thought nothing

He simply wiped his tears
and smoked in dark.

Absolution

Wounded, he lie
Looking at the sky.
The pool of blood
reflected the whole world
and he lay in the middle
blocking the view.
Of the stars, of the moons.

The past blur,
The present in blood,
He gotup somehow
and fell back again.
The drops of blood
Splashing in the air
falling back again
Making him redder.

He got up again
and balanced himself.
Slowly, he walked
over the corpses.
Slowly he walked
to the horizon.
Dripping with blood
Covered with dust.

This absolution was essential.

Crossroad

Standing on one side of the road
He waited for the traffic
to slow
so that he can cross the road

He then noticed an old women
with thick....very think glasses
standing there....beside him
to cross the road...

He thought if he should
lend his hand
and help her
cross the road.

And then the traffic slowed down.


At office...he was busy
with work
then he had lunch
and then some more work
And then in the evening
he thought of leaving
for home.
But before that
he thought of
checking news online
to know what all
are happening in the city
that he lives in
and then
he saw
a picture
of the same road
that he crossed
in the morning
with some blood.
The news mentioned
that an old lady had died
while crossing the road.

Half Pant

The father took his sons
and his wife
for bying
new clothes.

The elder son
a 5 yr old
wanted full trouser
Which was turned down
By the parents
Who were
adamant
on half pant.

The kid said again
It's full pant
that he wants
No more.
No less.
As tears rolled down his cheek
He was bought a half pant.

He could never forget
How his request was turned down.
By his own parents.

But as he grew up
He realized
It was not that
his parents wanted
to force him
wear the half pant
But that
they had money
Just enough for the half pant.

Existential Crisis!!

The earth looks so different
From space
that i once got confused
while seeing one such view
that wheter I belong there

The space looks so different
From earth
that I once got confused
while seeing one such view
that whether I belong there.

I'll take care Dude!!

If You there....
Don't bother about me
Don't even wink
I'll take care.
You have already done enough.
You have your hands full
With so many things
I'll eat with my own hands.
And live my own life.
Dont worry bout me
and thanks for being there.
Till this time.
Others need You more than I do.
Go ahead and do Ur duty
I'll take care.
BBye.

Laugh

What makes you think
That I'm not enjoying
That I'm not happy.
Okay I dont laugh.
So what?
I've never laughed.
Can someone be unhappy
without break
For all his life.
No right.
This itself proves
That everything is right
If not perfect.

Drops.

Staring in the infinity
Till eternity
The tiniest particle
gains mass
slowly and steadily
some more particles
gather around
to give it more mass
And shape.
Though small in size
It bears heavily on heart,
mind and soul
And slowly that mass
starts rolling down
and then they become easy
One after another,
They roll down the cheek
As if they would never stop
Until they see
someone they long for.

Historic battle

Didnt eat for the whole day
Just practiced with the swords
One in the left
and one in the right hand
Fighting against each other
Didnt sleep in the night as well
Just did the practice
As the next day
There was this big fight
The fight which
would decide it all.

Started for the war venue
Before the dawn
Was there on the the ground
All dressed up
for the big occasion
Both the hands were already wounded
During the practice
But that was a sign...
of bravery and preparedness.
Standing tall I waited for the enemies
To arrive.
And fight the historic battle
Which would settle
for once and for all
Who is the winner.

They never arrived.
The only other thing
on the battle ground
apart from me
was my shadow
Fighting against me
And then I realised
What have I made out of myself
- an enemy!
whose only motive is..
To fight against me.
To destroy my being
To win against me.

Pain

My eyes are paining
Probably I need to weep
to fix the pain
Probably I need some tears
To wipe away the pain
Probably I need to see someone
To soothe the pain

But one thing I know for sure is
I need to forget the pain
To let it go away.