Passion (A Haiku)

She smiles like sunshine

Through a misty, plate-glass window

this dreary day ablaze..

Unmask her sorrow

Feet long satin

a veil

unfurled

though wrinkled

with

uncertainity

a disparity

over

the infant's face

in a race

of unmasked

understandings

uncovered

scraped belongings

in gloom

to live

and the same

to die for

in a war

with

the stone-hearted 

you

the heartless 

me

and this cruel world

hurled

they feel

for the

slumped

yet masked

sorrow..

This nothingness

The idea behind the following poem has been extracted from a Tobey McGuire starrer movie "Brothers" wherein he was compelled by Jihadis to bring his captivated mate to death so as to set himself free.

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Often time plays

torments on you

but i am a bit different

to be true

for it has toppled

me into nothingness

for something i committed

back in that wilderness

Amidst the jadery

 of the Jihadis

and the helplessness

of this heart

was being refrained 

my mate

of his life,his love

and a daughter

still in her cart.

A lead bar i was handed

and thus the uneasyness

for i was to beat him to blood

to alight myself free

into this nothingness

Compulsion resounded

with some twenty savage men around

I wasn't there ,though standing

my mate bleeding and crying 

right down on the ground.

For what followed

is what keeps me so

good old memories flew across

just as everybody is destined to go

Today when his wife

with her expectant eyes

glances and gazes

those distant skies

and an old man 

bent with a burden

I look for an answer

in these hands

if and only if

i could

without disputation

beyond

this nothingness.

Gone with the tides

After basking in your lap for years

and paying ode to the rising sun

i had never dreamt of this outrage

sacked heart ,no intended pun.

I can't no more spot the trawler,

him overboard with a pound of net

poignant words,uplifting me in his arms

dashed got everything,away those arms got swept.

Gone too is the touch of the hands

that doled blessings,boundless love

the ones that perfused affection in Sushi

insatiable me here and clear skies above.

Thousand souls like me 

sit numb,seeking guild

for the thousand souls which left

we played the blade,they were the hilt.

The guise of brute reality

passed gifting this turmoil

and an eerie calmness too

in complete harmony with the grounds

where this heart toils !

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PEACE TO JAPAN 
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Stuff no one told me,but i learned anyway - II

Unsuccessful-"Lets blame it on HIM"

Wrote you thousand letters

but you didn't answer me

blemished and bleeding 

this soul

which i desperately want to set free

Assailed by doubts

a dagger over my throat

the very first note 

buried

before it could float

Posted them by the sea-shore

but the tides drifted them away

And across those dunes

where the wind notorious 

was in a mood to play

I am my misery now

intertwined amidst blacks and grreys

my faith shaken

even the horizon now

paying minute long stay

heartless,murdered

not at all astound

headed back to where it all started 

and

sunk to the ground.

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Stuff no one told me,but i learned anyway - I

--   Challenge yourself a little bit everyday!

With your grey slippers on

which after the pour ,

wore

a brown pallor last sunday

splashing you are,
an echo

step over step,

stain over stain,

the way you do every other day..

Don't you feel the need

when the voice within says

I've been beating in the east,

West it is, i wish to convey

Trudge on the road less taken

and let the soul proclaim,

not 'this' or 'that' 
but

as "The Monday"......

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-- Hello is the most powerful word against lonliness !

Folding the dissent

Beneath the folds of his tie

Tucked gloom inside,

Irradiated

Endless desperations in disguise

The last nod

Time slipped

holding all attention

we were given moments

and the time escaped

all blues and reds known

He the distant

far away

benefactor doled

them to us

and when we met

that day

in our very own world

inscribing a long silence

in our hearts

a mosaic in our heads

how FRIENDS

can be so deeply intertwined 

tap of palms and the last nod 

loosened upon our journeys

descended to sweltering valleys

and still while

climbing peaks in the burning sun

we remain bound by lessons 

each delivers

the mighty roars of resistance

the soothing sighs in excellence...!

Here's what i feel conveys all :

Reflections of Truth

 

 Got faded amidst the statistics

the saga of struggle in blood

this badly it did cost

to hug the past draped in mud

The festive hours i know were there 

but

a smile found home at a handful of faces

Every single step of yours makes you wobble

perhaps

you too are willing to leave

imprints , worthy traces

Meetings,plans, annoncements,decisions

countless rocks and hazy reflections of truth

Each one of us hails Punjab,Kerela or Andhra here

But how many know "Aryavrata", this is what 

we will ponder and we should.....

we will ponder and we should.....

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the idea was to write something that stands by the country youth..The piece set out its journey somewhat around the days when the much hyped "verdict" was to be out..

JAI HIND,JAI BHARAT

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Have a look !

Yes you, my Shadow

Trying to alight into the future

the kid in me

seduced by its complete rapture

is weighed down by this world

brings me down to the daunting now

and i look to the past i am bound

Yes,you

only you truly know me

my dearest shadow

in light,your darkness becomes me

Yes ,you

for moment all ceases to be

my sweet shadow

be a part of me

When darkness falls

Inside my solemn walls

Alone i am driven

Into darkest alternate planes

Dead-like dreams !

You ,yes you

seem to overwhelm and engulf me

my dreadful shadow

you want to assimilate me

Subconscious pain , a cage of grey

Is it all in vain ?

I ask every second that i beg to say

Forever in that way.....

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Here is something worth watching:

A Thing Of Beauty (Konvict Version)

Climbing up the tendrils
Unfolding the world of Green

In search of what enchanted say
To explore what was unsaid ,unseen

Tenebrous leaves adorned
With diamonds and sapphires
Which HE gifted affably
That femininity earnestly desires

Beyond the shade, is what immobilizes
Limbs,breath,head and heart
I've forgotten the Green, yes the green
That has brought the cart
To the radiance i was destined to glue
Lips apart motionless, watching you bask in blue
This is neither Cyan, nor Turquoise green
With deeper You,
This is what has been unsaid,left unseen
Volant voidance is now around
The tinge of eternity , a thing of beauty
Has left someone Spell-bound !

The one by Keats :

Nightmare

I am waking in the ,

middle of the road,

from a nightmare,

that has you in tears,

you feel everything is wrong,

inside ,

nothing feels right to you,

question

everything you think,

or say ,

feeling the pain,

deep inside,

want to cry ,

going back to feeling numb,

feel everything is your fault

constant battle .

with your soul,
nightmare,

that you are a joke,

inside your head,

of old "Rangoli",

battle this truth and that

just wish i can run ,

not willing this nightmare

to come again....

Tied love on your wrist

Silk in yellow

in shades of red

There z nothing beyond

that this bond dreads..

You ma sis

Oh truly forevaa...

A bond that diminishes

Oh neva o' neva..

A sibling He chose

For me to share

More than a friend to me

Always there to care

A knot you tie 

Truly deep and profound

Instilled with love

So much abound

All is affection

Affection is all...

May this bond flourish

                 High and tall....!              

A Feast - Da U.K.'s way

Somewhat around 11 at the wall the rut got extended to the village's chowk
and children could be seen unloading the gigantic hemispheres.I bet those
 certainly didn't fall into the pool of "kadaahis".Yes,children serve at such
occasions as the golden aids in carrying out tasks ranging from serving food to
 fetching the rools of quilts and blankets from the sole tent-house approx.
2-kms down the valley devoid of transportation facilities.
Now if Ram is helping Shyam in carrying out "pit-pot" tasks at such
an ocasion,then shyam must reciprocate the same @ the former's call to
 avoid being tagged as a cheater . A single cotton piece in red was fastened
at four corners of the chowk:two at an iron bar that served by keeping a wire
 in placefor drying washed clothes and rest two at the stircases of two different houses.

   
    By that time strong incense from almost a ton of spices
being burnt was fighting it hard against the nostrils' mucus to make its way up.
Rotis were being prepared in the chowk's extension but again by some familiar hands.
From a class 10th girl to an old granny all were busy with the piles of flour lying by their side.
A handful of men prepared the "halwa" in a black hooked "Samurai's Eye". It was the time for all the guests who havecome to bless the bride and groom to occupy some place and to further ease off their bellies.
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M sort of tired typing..so u better enjoy the MOSAIC..!

Da Yuky Search

I close my eyes

When i pick my nose

To find out where my finger goes

I am surprised

When i pull it back

To find my wit isn't attached

I'm left confused as i can't explain

What then has happened to my brain

So the hunt continues

And my finger goes

Till my knuckle is touching my nose..

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he he he... :)

Its When

Sorrow in my heart 

Makes me feel apart

Isolated from the cart

Of which i was a part

Its when i feel denied

Of the affection for which i did cry

Its then everything I tried

Makes me sick of the word try

Its when the things that i plead for

Make me bleed more and more

 Its when the dusk hugs the darkness

And plunges me hard into numb helplessness

Its then when only scars and scars remain pure

And the casket of jubilance is adorned at the door

Blue,Red,Green fade Black ,White,Grey

Its when i am left with soul bound fray

Its only then when room's corners replace windows

And time notorious to make you hurl at the winnows

Its then this gloom in my heart

Makes me feel apart

Isolated from the cart

Of which i was a part

Of which i was a part....

Of which........... !

I Plead

Lumberer i am but that doesn't matter
serving souls like you is what i cater
Trudging with you on this road much taken
I wish to enlighten the wave that left us shaken
An aquarium our lives
the black water fetches us feed
Dripping foreheads out in the yellow
is what we find as our creed
Poverty on our tyres, helplessness on lustrous steel
is resting there since ages but they won't heed
But we know how to suffice and meet our needs
Atleast don't snatch us from ourselves 

in the name of weeds
 in the name of weeds

Beneath this red cloth which weighs over a ton
I try to shadow the scars by destiny's gun
Two saplings at the street's end who've hardly met fun
For them i've been pleading and 

its not at all pun....
 its not at all pun....
Confiscation of souls is what we fear
Losing our daily bread as the day comes near
Black and grey are the skies which once donned clear
Dusk after dawn we are bound to bleed...
Atleast don't snatch us from ourselves 

in the name of weeds
 in the name of weeds........

EcLIpSe In my head

 

Wing tipped

by the sun

i see a different

version of the moon

A movie not yet seen in darkness

A story not yet told by prophets

No movie mongrel

has siphoned the

joy from the wing,

the eclipse

Clever this fore night

how the transition

of sun and moon

cloud my thinking

create this poem

Somewhere in between.

ehh.. Beauty

With fluid lines that flow like glass
and subtle curves that glide and mask
your shrouded secrets that sound
like the past

from which the world began.

Blue white foam
roars through your vessel
coming home
rolling until it lessens
again and then again and again and

again....

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the idea was to write a poem that describes something beautiful "without  revealing what the subject matter was" .

:p   -EVIL KONVICT

Compelled to speak

It's the fish that swims inside my viens
It's a rush from dancing near the flames
It's misery and it's regret
It's so I can remember, so I can forget


Its ancient visions come back around
Its water flowing under ground
Its madness and it is pain
Its summer snow and winter rain

Its crawling underneath my skin
Its breaking out and sneaking in
Its glory and its release
It holds me captive, sets me free

Its solid and it is hollow
Its gone today but sought tommorow
It's muse and hunger and instinct
Catch the tiger, slay the dream

Muse, hunger and instinct
Why I spill these words
All over me......!

Blitzkreig Evening

Barso Re ...!!

                                          This very evening 

                                           on the couch

                                          I can see them coming

                                             their notorious crouch

                                          Right beyond 

                                            this milky haze

                                          Seeking a way

                                           their deadly abrade

                                         Convoluted along 

                                          by the Westerly gusts

                                         To sequester our mother

                                          from trist and rust

                                        Then lightening came

                                          from every side

                                       The thunder made 

                                          no attempt to hide

                                       Itself from

                                        my curious eye

                                    The sky i felt

                                        had begun to cry

                                  Those Neem,those Peepal 

                                       did get a reason

                                  To smile,dance and exult

                                           this very season

                                  Joviality in the air,

                                       all heads profound

                                 Rain had come

                                   to quench the ground

Bheegi si ...Bhaagi si...!