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!!