The dam swelled

The dam swelled in torrential rains,

stopping for now the cursed floods,

not crumbled by overwhelming pains,

built at cost of many men’s bloods;

take one more he said and from the top fell,

not getting any wish including love chased,

stupid should have chosen a well,

for swept ashore battered and bruised;

gone mind, gone body, not burning soul,

tormented alone it begged for someone more,

restrained by ethics how to reach goal,

what use to end in uninhabited shore;

the world is cruel to all those loyal,

as the impostors become royal.




Go away, silly one

Go away, silly one, that don’t know of loss,

dub yourself loser, leave joker, laughter not here,

wailed a lady in crowd, all noise did pause,

now clad colourful, old black dresses didn’t smear;

I spoke, I lost but a dream, not living, loving soul,

came not to mourn or share, yet I do care,

gone days of joy, nights of sleep, dreams stole,

gone thunder, rain, rainbow and lighting’s glare;

what desert, as gone the sand beneath my feet,

gone breeze, even mighty sea without time to see,

gone sweet home, now a thorn, my last retreat,

no refuge, no place known to shelter, nowhere to flee;

innocence lost, ignorance cost, spoilt forecast, time flew fast,

gone courage, morals, little laurels, tears and laughter,

gone stories, movies, idle banter, carefree canter of past,

know not where all went, my life spent, grew softer;

pride, confidence, dreams gone with skill and wisdom,

never lost any near and dear, just lost an empty dream,

not compare losses, my misery trifle, akin to boredom,

you lost forever, loved ones, to death, time’s stream;

music, song, poems and prose scribbles died long ago,

forgot drinks, dinners, friends with just cigarette in hand,

didn’t love a soul, lost none, yet your grief with me grow,

despite troubles and sorrow, your feet planted firm on land;

for you love and so live, I merely forgive, you strive, you give,

give your thought and action calmly to those that remain,

those gone, a strong memory, you forever mourn and grieve,

parent, sibling, child or friend, leave void, stain uncleared by strain;

but folks enshrined in history to pavement dweller has to leave,

all love, except vile like me that can’t, from terrorist to rapist,

even I can’t deny being loved, a love that can’t be worn on sleeve,

gone sun, stars, days and nights, not the memory in our midst;

cherish memory with tears or laughter,

dead find lease in your memories, yet how long,

perish with you, you a memory, ones in your’s, lost chapter,

no matter, unsought immortality, till lasts hear love’s song;

Go away confused one, come when know what you want, what to say,

let us in peace pray, why without clarity or purpose, you here stray?

(This is partly done and shall be continued in future posts)






I can’t call myself a poet,
Minerva, goddess of wisdom, deserts me,
but I am a thief,
a veritable mimicry artist,
miming the style and form of others,
Hermes, god of thieves
has blessed me well.
Others have a voice,
a style and a tell
that separates them apart. 
They have a home,
while I forever a guest,
and never a host,
I the solitary wanderer,
wander from home to home, 
without rest, paying homage,
to one and all,
but who’ll pay homage to tired me. 

What tune strummed

What tune strummed on the guitar,
it isn’t a melody springing melancholy,
why shouts he throat hoarse, what despair,
the crowd dances in joy with words unholy;

Oh, this is the famous rock concert,
I shy, don’t dance but clap hands with vigour,
I didn’t catch the words even with effort,
I enjoyed the music though without rigour;

she would have loved this for sure,
but she has left me never to return,
a deep hole in my heart without cure,
I too knew romance, enough to burn;

is a song bird more beautiful than this,
is it right of me to thus compare,
neither can soothe me, for she I sorely miss,
magical the world was when we were a pair;

she was a monster and I her meal,
or was it the other way around,
whatever it was I got a raw deal,
painfully lonely in madness bound. 

I went to the fields

I went to the fields where the birds chirp,

then wondered why suddenly did they stop,

I went to the streets where the builders work,

and why at me did they all bark,

is it because I am lazy and idle

or that I don’t follow Gita, Quran or Bible,

is it because I am too proud and shy

or because my emotions have went dry,

Wherever I go I am a discordant note,

so standing alone in anguish I just wrote

yet none saw it but my tired eyes

for I can’t compete with the working wise,

I didn’t worry for the world will one day see

that I was easily the busiest bee.

If I were Frost

Oh, elusive fate, if only I were a Frost,

I would melt in to the sweetest of metaphors,

alas am jumping up and down like a puppy lost,

not belonging to the ground or the sky’s vapours;

I envy Keats not just for his majestic talent

but more so for dying young,

for old age must surely be torment,

yet I need time to sing one worthy song;

I dig filth and spew rubbish in my quest

to find that one, one rare gem

that would rank among the best,

that will surpass all and overwhelm;

but have I got it in me, can I do it, do I deserve?

No comes a loud voice of a jittery truthful nerve,

then what are all my toils for, why work so hard,

for even mediocre, my work is its own reward.

Felt on my face

Felt on my face a calming gentle breeze,

a mild drizzle from an overcast sky,

all worries put in to a deep freeze,

the mind drifting in to a non alcoholic high;

What is life that we treasure and cling to

but a sum of events leading steadily to death,

days like this so joyous but for who?

for likes of me without a care in this earth;

the light is soft and luring in its dimness,

very few people out here on the street,

the beauty of the day very few witness,

for most are locked in fear of nature’s treat;

What if all days were like this?

a mad converse with nature’s quiz.