The flight

A rusty pen nib and an empty ink bottle…
A pair of shivering hands and a broken needle….
Cigarette smoke filling a room so hollow,
A broken window pane and a blood stained pillow.
The shadows of the day giving way to night,
a few chopped fingers and a hazy sight...
Another snort please before I could finally die,
"you may cut my wings but a cripple can fly…."

On a cold winter night

Fire flames were touching the sky,
burning fiercely and rising high.
Voices became noises as "they" stood in plight;
it had to be, but, a cold winter night.....

‘Twas the house of a man of a modest flight,
his wife and daughter "they" could not sight.
Terror gripped him as he caught a glimpse,
eyes stoned, shivered harshly his limbs...

He started running with all his might;
piling all grit, gave his last fight.
His bleeding body caused him no pain,
A burning inferno inside his brain….

Lost his breath as he reached the gate,
as “they” blamed it on the irony of fate.
A burnt doll’s house had caught his eye,
He knew his “flights” could no more fly.

And then came pouring the mocking rain,
On the sunken ship, captain in disdain
And the noises became voices as he lost his fight;
It had to be, but, a cold winter night.....

Bright Black

Functionalities curbing all rationalities.
As if in a "mild" slumber,
lies a new born baby....
In the arms of his plastic mother.
Surreal realities!!

Mother's milk and buffalo meat,
all come in packed tins.....
And the depleted layer of ozone,
is stitched by threads and pins.

What was called love then,
is now the three letter word...
And what was called civilization
is called the homo-sapien herd.

The true "spirit" of youth,
is known as whiskey and wine.
The latest chapter in physics,
e-motion and time....

The red colour pills:
for increased efficiency.
The green colour pills:
for nutritional deficiency.
And the perfected art of cloning,
for all forms of malignancy.
Standing tall against all that was hurled.
Our greatest achievement:
The brave new world!!

Where fog meets mist

In the smoky twilight of the morning,
Flowing serenely, the cool winter breeze
Pats me right beside my shoulder,
Leaving slight finger prints…
And I wake up.
With my void,
Within and around,
Fulfilling and sufficing….
In the silent silence of sleep,
I lay awake…
And look beyond my window.
Into the wrinkled black hole,
beyond all space and comprehension.


My closed eyes open,
In tranquil protest,
Seeking complete darkness,
Not mere shadows….
(Alas!) "Would my efforts
Remain unrewarded?"
And then, I see……..
Somewhere around the horizon…
Fog meets mist and…..
Rays of darkness embrace me
as I rest solemnly,
In the dark woods of sacred peace
With my void,
Within and around……..
Fulfilling and sufficing…

“The” dialogue

The armoured false once told truth:
"the form in which you exist,
is chiselled by the knives that I hold;
somewhere within the boundaries of fallacy.
In my arms you attain relevance.
My poison lends you bitterness.
And the limelight that I grant you,
is all that you harness"..........

With a heavy sigh Truth replied:
"Dive deep in the depths of death,
and you shall realize that there is
darkness beyond light,
deafness beyond sound,
numbness beyond pain,
silence beyond speech,
and, nothing but the truth beyond the truth".........

The Crusade

Screeching sounds of silence,
Penetrating my eardrums
Surrendering in defiance……

Amidst the violence stands a deaf girl,
With a melting ice candy
Shrieking as loud as she can,
Only even she can not hear…..

“The knight in shining armour”,
A bloody fundamentalist….
Asks her, her religion…
Failing to understand,
She’s only her mother’s sweet little girl.
And me, a silent witness,
Watches blankly…..
As she clings on to the clothes of “the crusader”
Who slowly pierces her heart swiftly with his blade…..

The Paradox!!!

I knew I was meant to fly,
in the silken oranges of dawn....
but solid lumps of air... Alas!!

I knew I could dive in deeps,
and run as a free flowing current.
but subzero frozen lakes..... Alas!!

I knew I could walk the jungles,
as the mighty lion himself.
but new found civilization....Alas!!

I knew I could die in peace,
and rest in the somber quiets.
but the joys of life.... Alas!!