Faltered Walk...

The silver dark rain
Unleashes the drama of unrehearsed speech…


He lies in a corner,
Drenched in unending rain
Of words that he tries to shield
Of a friend,
A foe,
A stranger…


Their eyes pierce through him
Like bullets through naked skin…


He tries to flee
Yet stumbles with blurred eyes, unable to see…


Fear that consumes 
His brawny stand…
No friend,
No foe,
No stranger
Hath told he…


He wriggles even in the bright sun,
Its blaze burning the weak heart…


His self-induced leprosy
Of deluded darkness…


He tries to fit in
With a friend,
A foe,
A stranger…


But his soul lies
Buried in the coffin of the cold graveyard of silence…
His mask wears off through the day,
His sleep, a nightmare
Bowed down by his iron wrought heart…


The morning would only
Wake with chained legs 
To everyday monotony…


He colors his mask
With gold, diamond and silver…
That only gleam to invite eyes
Of a friend,
A foe,
A stranger…


His naked heels hurt,
With every walk on roughened pebbles of earth,
Like invisible scattered uncut glasses…


But his shoulders never tired
As he compared against
A friend,
A foe,
A stranger…


His sandcastle of lust, greed and pleasure,
Glistened till it lasted,
Till the tide of life
Swept past the man-made idiosyncrasies…


His soul was long drowned 
Into the inconceivable ocean bed of dust…


It was only when he lay,
On the death bed of mortality,
No friend,
No foe,
No stranger came…


And gazing out of the pale window,
In the last moments he saw…


A little girl play
With flowers that smiled to daylight,
Her laughter that swayed with soft wind…
He saw what he had lost…


His dead soul afar,
In her curious gleaming eyes
That embraced every song that nature sung… 


Every breath was her own,
And of no friend 
Or foe
Or stranger…


Her free spirit glided through the open blue sky,
Collected raw pebbles of earth as if her own…
Danced in the rain
That stole her fear away…


Her bold determined strides
Across the green carpet of earth
Made him realize what he’d missed…


He’d missed living...

And with a faint smile and lightened heart,
He slept to reunite
With a soul long gone…

Crowded yet empty streets

The streets are crowded but the heart is empty… 
There are shouts and screams that scatter and buzz,
But the thud of the fearful heart mutes all noise… 


The city that was once welcoming with its intermixed cultures and societies
The one that seemed glorious in the shining sun…
Was only one face that she’d known and believed in…
Before the tainted glasses of crashing reality pierced through her…


A gunshot,
A rape,
A murder… 


Words that swept past her, like swift winds slashing through her…


Victim of eve-teasing,
Molestation,
Humiliated… 


Tears of uneasiness accompanies her every night…


Only because she was a girl ?


The city opened its doors of opportunities,
But came in the uncontrollable flood of indecent, immoral crowd….


Living between the golden beams of hopes,
And darkening reality,
She tries to gather herself,
Trying to make the best out of what she has… 


Her friends, 
Work,
Studies… 


Smiles and little moments of laughter and happiness, 
Fill her day and occupy her mind for good…


But every look out of the window,
Every stare that glances past her…
Makes her boil with anger…


An anger she tries to resist:
The fear that got irritated by its prolonged presence,
Now turned into rage… 
She asks herself, 
If she had the right to live,
The right to breathe peacefully,
The right to be treated as an individual…


Answers to which no one speaks…


The dance, 
The songs,
The life in interconnected lights daze her,
Her life is filled with her wishes and hopes…


But the scar of unsafe streets 
And mistreatment
Glows red time and again…


She lives, 
Trying to breathe 
Through the mist of uncertainties… 


The streets are still crowded,
But her heart is empty… 

Concealed secrets in the fogged glass...

In dark stormy seas 
Of disharmony… 
Drenched and shaken into breathless gulps of air…
Seeking for lost identity
Amongst the raging ruffled waters…


Blackened shadows of past engulf you  
In its whirlpool of screams…


Against the beset of growling noises and mocking laughter  
You shiver with piercing coldness…


Till all turns mute, 
And all is enveloped in stillness, 
You sit in fear… 


Hiding from the dark shadow that stalks you…


Your teary eyes
Look up to find that haunting strand of memory
Trying to search for you,
As it passes along the fogged glass in the moonlit night…


You are running away,
But aren’t free yet… 
You are trying to escape,
Yet every moment seems watched and counted… 
As though the devil awaits for the right moment to strike…


You cannot cry,
You cannot smile…
As your mind stays transfixed with elusive persistent fear…


Indecisiveness gnaws your brain,
Pain screeches through inner realms of complexities…


Unwanted unwinding memories scroll before you…  
And your senses jeopardize your existence to numbness…
You try to stand, recalling your identity…
But lost identity makes your knees quiver and fall…


You try to cup the mud grains of reality,
But they vanish the moment you pick them…
Dismissing your existence…


You try to walk,
But your legs seemed chained by the invisible hands of past… 


Life warps you 
In alternate presence of silence and scream… 
Congealed emotions diffuse into vicinities  
That shred the workings of a logical brain…


Tied and crucified 
By the weary unfortunate reel of events,

You wish to be born again,
Yet wake up to a dream within a dream…


Of separation bound by interconnected webs of disarrayed visions,
And incapacity to withhold your own being…


Reality fades into the dark cold night,
Stalking shadows imprint their marks on the fogged misted glass,
Muggy vapors consume your thoughts… 


You try breathing incongruently…
Which had been involuntary once…


You await the day of awakening, 
Removal of what your deluded eyes see…


Yet the light in you fades out to the growing murky stillness…  
Of inactivity and your defused resistance… 


Eyes close once more,
Hoping to wake up to the morning
Of fresh hopes and silent assuring promises…

Brackish fumes of self creation

Gazing out of her bedroom window,
Into the azure horizon…
She smiles her comforting smile,
Even though her eyes cry out sad tears…
Of emptiness and betrayal…


She is amazed by the nature caressing her into its care,
And regrets her ungratefulness to living : only marred by some mortals…


The sun always shines,
Waking up to a new morning of fresh beginning
But her days seemed entangled into past and wearied expectations…
The wind always sings its song,
But her ears were too deafened by her own screams….


In the beset of unchanging melodies sung,
Her eyes were blinded by her own ruffled uncertainties… 


Of self woven dreams fluttering to grow into reality,
Slashed by mocking chains of truth….


Caught up in her self-made maze 
Her roots flung away 
Till she sat down,
Lost…
Lost in her making up of life…

She cried out to the night of growing despair,
With burning wounds that spoke of past…. 
Trying to blame images of mortals that disappeared into thin air of transience…
She howled and wailed with pain, anger and grief…
To the gruesome darkness of hopelessness… 
Till she exhausted herself out….


And slept into the arms of the silent old tree….


That, which spoke to her in her dreams 
That, which took her into the ethereal world of purposeful living…

Of contentment within oneself 
And in no other masked being…
Wherein lay peace,
Calming her restless soul…

Of seeing life without paradigms or prejudices 
Without trivial expectations…

For life spoke of much more 
Than the selfish existence…

More than the mortal’s stay of momentary pleasures 
Or unending grief….
More than self inflicted misery…
More than the delusional world 
Of materialistic lust…
More than the self pumped ego
That lies insignificant when viewed in the cosmic scale…
More than just simple existence….


Rather “living” …. 
Living every passing moment in gratitude…
Cherishing moments of happiness,
Like dew drops in misty morning…
Living life painted with rhythms of joyous times 
And erased blackholes of grief…


To live and let live…. 

Not just a monochromatic dream…

Its all a merchandise 

Of glaring greedy gold’s war…

Lured in lust 

Of seductive prowess 

Disabled by his cob webbed eyes…

She wishes to slash his evil skin apart…

To shred his lone stand..

But her powers only wipe through

A misted fog

Of delusional hopes… 

His identity is masked

By the infinite personalities who posses him…

A groan, a cry, a wail…

Mirrors shatter to his ignorance

He is lost

With no reflection to guard his survival…

His burnt skin of tattoo

Bear his only strand of memory,

His life

Only a deranged walk in unknown reality…

Silenced by disarrayed muted souls 

That walk past him…

He is yet to know,

What he doesn’t know…

She appears in his dream

Calling out to him…

A face he doesn’t recognize… 

Sometimes she cries in pain,

Sometimes she’s in fury

And escalating fears that only die 

With the morning wake…

Sometime she pleases him

Pleasures he wears throughout the night…

But she is hurt

And asks his sleeping conscience to wake…

Of all his tours in lost island of greed

She was never seen…

But his dreams grew fiercer and clearer…

With every passing day…

Even in daylight blaring sun

He saw her dancing shadows on the street…

And her reflections in broken mirrors…

The very thought of her, 

Darkened his burnt skin and reddened his arm…

He’d only seen her in the forests,

The river and mountain tops…

His search thus began…

Shredding the monotonic suit of business,

He walked barefoot

Naked in no knowledge of himself or the world around…

To the forest he sought his first walk…

The walk towards conscience

Of knowing his stand 

In the incongruent working of the world… 

The search seemed endless and wearied…

Until he reached the footsteps

Of beckoning hills and forest

And dynamic river roar…

His dreams became pleasant…

Her laugh and smile returned to herself…

He wished to see her once…

The forest was almost magical… 

Sunlight sparkle pierced through his unremitting silence of inactivity…

The leaves of nature 

Danced in the soothing breeze…

Birds chirped to life,

And insects creaked their daily prayers...

Though he had stopped seeing her,

Her presence felt nearer than ever…

At night the mountain 

Stood tall in black 

As though a protector disguised…

Little houses shined like fireflies 

In sleeping night…

Then the early morning river 

Shinned to priceless delight…

Its coldness stung through his core of asleep conscience…

And the little fish’s swim and wriggle

Seemed to reciprocate his life

Of wandering in a oceanic cosmos,

Yet not realizing its existence…

His burnt skin tattoo faded 

With every moment of enlightened awakening…

And he wondered if his tattoo had ever existed…

If the life he’d lived was life at all…

If his existence was existent at all…

And in the day,

Under the rhythmic waterfall

As he drenched himself 

Into questions that never occurred to him,

As though enlightenment revealed itself… 

He saw her rise from the water depths,

Adorned as mermaid…

As she began to reveal herself...

From her,

Emanated the nature’s galore…

Of the magical earth that gave him life…

Of the mountains that protected him

And waters that caressed him to existence…

Of wind that brought life 

To trees he sought shelter to,

And to the breath he breathes… 

His ignorant enslavement to his senses

Now hurt him

The way it had hurt her… 

His cry became her cry…

His smile of his renaissance 

Was her smile of joy…

It wasn’t late till he realized

That she was in him…

No different than his own reflection…

Not a just a dream but a part of him…

No other than his own conscience…

As he stepped out of the waters of wisdom

And universal truth …

He gazed up at the blinding sun,

That took him to a cosmic revelation… 

Into the dark void of distant galaxies 

And unnerving darkness…

But there lay earth,

Like a fairytale admist crashing realities...

Magic webbed in a crystal ball of blue…

He smiled to his cosmic identity… 

Non-existent existence

Sunlight shimmers 

On the leaves 

That sway with silent cold breeze…

While the red bricked withered wall

With fogged glasses stands close

Contrasting the liveliness preached by the trees…

Shadows of life

Dance across the pages I write…

And the wind caresses me gently…

Birds flutter and sing in appreciation… 

With long braches 

That spread across the sky

I am protected against the gleaming sun…

Colours of nature

Amaze my curious little eyes…

But the melancholic fan rotates constantly

Murmuring its monotonicity….

The spider’s web is broken

Hanging mid air

With only its past to tell…

A bird is caught 

In the ruthless steel barbered wires

With no one to her cry…

Nature silently bears pain…

While humans march over it

With compliance and greed…

Only a few stop to embrace

And fewer to take its care…

If we silently sleep  

In our illusive vanity…

Of man made castles

Forgetting and abusing conscience…

It won’t be long 

Till nature takes its toll…

Its isn’t an unknown prophecy

Its only that we try to hide it from ourselves…

Raindrops from the heavenly skies,

The fish’s swim in the deep blue seas,

The corals swaying to waves deep within…

Reflection of life

In water…

It isn’t so hard to see,

That nature has accepted our short stay in the magical earth…

And not the other way round…

With every right it gave us life,

It has every right to take it too…

Humans are born,

With conscience in each… 

Humility resides in all… 

But only some embrace their true being…

While the rest,

Get caught up in the worldly maze

They create…

In the paper notes with numbers,

In their buildings they name as banks…

While they create their own world of complexities, 

And comparisons…

Nature laughs at these childish games… 

Mother would bear her child’s groan,

But wouldn’t stay silent 

If the child kept inflicting pain on her

Dismissing her existence…

Cause humans are asleep 

Asleep in ignorance

Asleep in compliance

Asleep in greed…

Only a few are awake 

To the beauties and melodies

That nature sings…

While the rest,

Too comfortable in their sleep

Of non-existence…  

Unperturbed silence interrogated

The clouds shaded the sky grey,

The world silenced with the rusted fumes 

Of dismay

Of the wind that stopped its walk,

In a tick of second,

The glass shattered into pieces,

Its sound reverberating in the static bareness…

The pendulum swayed indifferent 

Of the dying day…

The sullen heart groaned in pain…

Mocked by the clock

That spoke of transience

But the world had fallen in a deep dark valley

Of no return 

Of no hope…

The pendulum still swayed 

Untouched by grievances that moaned aloud…

Eyes tired by the monotonous silenced day

No dusk, no dawn 

Just rusted fumes galore…

The vocal chords stitched to muteness…

Hands that flung deep into 

Roots of trust of mates…

Were found decayed,

Rotten, withered…

Not sunken deep within but 

Wearily wounded over the unreal surface 

Prostrated by the fake masks…

Wondering if the world was nothing 

But a mirage…

The glass was broken,

The world had fallen…

Yet the pendulum still swayed 

With its menacing laughter…

And suddenly the wind blew uptight 

Slashed the sky,

Rusted fumes bled red…

Monotonic grey swirled in rage

Yet no one awoke

To this dreaded dismay,

The silenced world slept 

In the deep dark valley of gloom

And incapable of change…

No words crept into the swirling sky,

The roots that had seemed your’s,

Shredded in the testing storm,

With hollowness that didn’t moan or cry…

Cause there wasn’t any,

You’d once thought would’ve been….

The sky that broke into fury 

Of rusted reds and swirling madness of winds

Exhaled its mocking laughter

Echoing the pendulum’s sway…

Of reality that meandered where you lay,

Engulfing your weary stand...

Muted lips

And clouded eyes

Awake to a new day…

With no broken glass

Deep blue sky, that hid the story of past…

Brightened sun pierced through flaky dust…

And the pendulum swayed

Echoing sounds of realization…