Saturday, 7 June 2014


There is this little voice that exits inside all of us..  Even if you are doing any one teeny weeny wrong thing to big disastrous mistakes,  this little voice is always telling you to do the right thing. The only difference from person to person is if we pay heed to that little voice or not... 
     So here's my next poem 'Distorted'... It's about the personification of one righteous concioussness, captured in the body of a being who keeps it suppressed and unwanted... 


I step out of her when clock strikes twelve past quarter
 the bulb wildly embers, while the curtains flutter
It has been quite a time since I’ve flown out of her
 Her...the body inside which I’m captured..
I peek into the nearby mirror
and stare at my contour that seems eternally translucent
there’s no skin to block me, no blood to choke me
when I stand here limitless, and her lying out there
without me to fill her
the ‘me’... who is distorted..
I fly out of the open window into the night’s serene atmosphere
 Where Moon  shows off his radiance
at the teeny flattered stars who flicker.
After a brief  stroll
I lie down on the bank of a  river..
My thoughts wonder off to her
 inside whom I am captured
Why is she so dueless?
Why is she turning her life so meaningless?
I force her to see how much more there is beyond herself
But she closes her eyes and refuses to see
I force her to hear those bitter cries of the needy
But she covers her ears and refuses to hear
What is the worth of living a life so mean?
Where all you think about is I and me??
It is much better out here, where I can lie down taking in the fresh  air
With none of her  peel to confine me within her bare...
 This is the only little while
 when there’s nothing to keep me captured
the only little while, when I am limitless... when I am distorted...
Call me her alter ego or her subconscious,
that  little essence living inside her who has forever been ignored
But there is one verity that she’s not aware of
that once she starts regretting of these false doings of her’s
I won’t be there to console her.. for ill be long gone
Every time she shuts me up, she’s hurting me
Every time she turns me down, she’s stabbing me
Why ain’t she realizing I’m the only piece humane in her
Even if...I am distorted
It’s time to return. So, I get up and soar back
into the stillness of the room
 where she is lying like a maniac
without giving a damn to me or the universe, her creator.
The cage in her body opens its entrance for me
and  I reluctantly rush into her countour  lying over the bed
 With a faint glimmer of new hope ablaze
for a beginning another treacherous day her like a haze
that she never ever does embrace..
I swear upon my existence, for that day is fast approaching
When she’d regret not paying any heed,
to me..
The ‘me’... who is distorted...
Hey lovely folks! I apologize for such a late post... All that heat just got me too lazy to type in anything. 
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Friday, 25 April 2014


'Betrayal'...this word strikes  a cord in each one of our hearts. Doesn't it??  Okay not all, but at least within some of us...  and if it does not, then I'd suggest better watch out..!
Betrayals usually have their own dosage of heartbreaks and pain and most importantly they are all about that promise we make to ourselves of not trusting any single living soul over the earth for the rest of our lives..!! Some of us get all depressed and stay like that for a long time or even throughout our lives.. then there are some of us ,who try to get out of the gloom and move on. These guys are the best. I mean, how can we just let someone or something affect us so much??? But practically  its tough. Trust me, really really tough. And last but not the least  some of us gear up for our crazy revenge plans which are the worst of all..
Here’s a light hearted free verse I wrote about a betrayal I got in life and well the outcome turned out to be quite interesting so I thought, why not put it in here?? So there it goes~~~~


A surprise trip, a slip of few words, that’s all
a stripped secret, which ruined it all
a look, a single drop of tear
which made this betrayal, taste so salt.

Those happy days,  those happy times
those crazy moments, yet all those lies
trust me, it all felt so real..... Crystal clear
How could I miss noticing that crack in there?
Why didn’t  I realise
even it was fake, your that wretched smile.

You had it all planned, didn’t you?
To turn me up, when I needed you?
You knew I’d break, and make way for you
So that you could walk by me
and win my race ..
and watch me break..

Everything went well, till
this trip, this slip of few words,
this stripped secret, which ruined it all..
You  might be very impressed with yourself. 
But wait! Lemme turn over the tables
From the beginning I figured out it all!

Surprised are you? Make way, will you??
Now stay here and watch me walk by you
and win my race..
and don’t go anywhere
i’ll be right back, to watch you break!!!

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Thursday, 17 April 2014

One Last Fall

" There are times when I sit back and wonder what the very last journey of my life would feel like.. A journey, which I'd be called upon to make even if I am willing or unwilling.. A journey whose end is infinite like the horizon.. A journey which is never the end but another fresh beginning.. Yes! the divine journey to death... 
     'One last fall' is an insightful poetic representation of this sacred journey we all are destined to make on a fateful day of our lives.. "                  

                       One Last Fall

Here I was, my eighty five year old self, sitting by my window,
on the twenty first floor of the sky high gazebo.
 The city had its usual morning buzz,
every single person seemed to be in some or the other rush.
I heard my son and daughter in law leaving for their work.
So I with great difficulty rose up my arm to bid them adieu.
Every new morning I did that, my stomach would turn into a knot,
As I start wondering, how many more mornings have I actually got?
Hours passed by, as I sat there
Gawking upon the vista of those,
who were still running the race of their lives.
A flutter of wings grasped my attention.
I leaned over the open window to usher this visitation.
It was a breathtakingly ethereal dove,
 Perching upon the window’s alcove.
Possibly, dreaming of some far off love
Like me, sitting twenty one floors above.
My bony arm lifted the camera hanging round my neck.
Which was the only thing I had of the fervour of my  life ... the only keepsake.
With great difficulty I escaped the wheelchair,  
that supported my legs, that I no more sensed.
I leaned over the open window with all my might
That’s it! It’s the perfect shot downright.
My finger pressed the button and my body lost the even
Holy  Jesus! I was stumbling down the pane.
But where was that dove? It seemed to have disappeared.
Now my body was hanging in the air
With just five bony fingers to keep the scale.
“No!” I said, as a vague thought struck,
I turned to the camera.. the shot, it was perfect!
The only thing gone, being that mystique dove.
I cracked up, like a crazy old jerk
Yet the grief in those chuckles gave me a throbbing perk..
Yet, I knew the time has arrived for me to be gone
And so my   fingers achingly began the countdown, by slipping down
Five... four... three...
And so I descended the last odyssey of my life
There was an eerie thrill to that ecstatic ride
as I was inches away from the divine soil.
I closed my eyes when my cadaver touched the ground
experiencing that
One last fall, one last strive
One last memory, one last agony
One last tear, one last fear
One last beat, one last feat
One last hope, one last prayer for every soul
“Oh  mon dieu  ait  pitie  de tous..!”  Oh almighty! Have mercy upon all!!!....