a lady in a blue bodered saree

a live statue of dignity and solidarity

who had love for the unwanted,the poor and the discarded.

showed them the real taste of life

but alas

no more does that statue possess any flight

the livliness is gone...lost forever

and here we are

left with just those memories of love and care

but we all are here

and shall be here

in one form or the other

can't we discover that old mother

who sleeps deep inside each one of us

CONFUSION

sitting by the window sil

i see the raindrops gliding down

its not that they got me to the window

i sat here throughout the mornig light

saw the sun croess by

and sat till the dusk came to pry

looking for a solution

to the problem of confusion

its like a haunting ghost

that guards every door

its like a qualifing test

that drags you close

its like a companion

that feeds on you

its like a bridge

that you need to cross

so lap after lap

we give it a try

some get a high

then life leads on

to another guarded door

the guard .. none other than confusion

it might cause our extermination

but its our determination

which gives us the elation

of wining the altercation

it often robs the smile off our face

thats what we say in every race

but its not a theif

it needs appreciation

for its generosity

for giving us the gift of maturity

a gift of perception

a gift of innovation

so thank we must

the guarding angel called confusion

long forgotten thought

what do i want fom this world
why did you send me here
to suffer thepain,the agony,the treachery,the sorrow.
or to learn,to teach,to gain, to reach new heights.
the answer i just cannot see
or maybe its within my erach
all i need to do
is search within
i have the power thats what i have been told
showed in so many ways
what more can i ask for
look how ignorant i am
how lost i am in the world that is
destructable,inthe people who are
untrustable,in the matters that are
unsolvable.
i did not realise
i could not comprehend
the meanings of all those signs
thati need not search for support outside
the support th at i need so much
the support which alone has
the power to replenish my heart
is in sight .. has always been in sight
its just me who has always been blind
its me who could never realise
when the beggining is from within
the ed also has to be therein
i am meant to be independent
yet be dependent,
i am here to make mistakes,
only to learn from them,
to live the pleasures,
yet remember the sorrows,
to express sorrow
with a hint of pleasure,
to believe in people
but not to give away my soul
to gain successs\,
and still know defeat,
to be defeated with
the taste of success
to live my life
not with the fear of death .

THE DRAG

week after week i drag myself

days drag me with them as i melt

they pull my flesh away from my bones

day after day..i drift away from my soul.

each step time takes..it fuels in detenance so high

the fear itself is torn by

before i break i must abdicate..

but my soul is all that i have

either way i see my fall

deep into the gap that loudly calls

the gap that separates me from my soul

i stretch myself to get back to my soul

but i fall deeper into the dark

i force myself to see

for i really want to believe

the darkness is alluring.

the pain is affluentand

yet so adamant

its all so abstruse

but i refuse to abnegate

i beg to be absolvedfor the sins that i did not commit

the pull is chronic almost incessant

my flesh flutters like clinging robes

my hair resist the declivity

but are sucked in the proclivity

my thoughts desert me....... leave me all alone..

to die a painful death.

freedom

I see the holy grail
it sits with impeccable grace
by the window pane
the chariot of sun
shooting down its golden arrows that never miss
they strike my holy grace
but no they do no harm at all
the grail still poses with elegance
guarding the golden water
the water thats softer than butter
the world does call it liquor
the grail that guards the water thats pale
now i have startd to perspire
no more can i keep the desire within
for its begging for its rightful release
or else it might jst set me ablaze
i gather strength.
my hand goes upto the brink
it quivers and shivers
reaches for the grail
the touch is divine
i feel my internal inferno die
i slide my hand further down its soft curves
i harden the grip that ensures surity
the muscles stretch,the fingers curl,the touch becomes more intense
the effort paysfor the grail is raised from its throne
bones creak,muscles burn,blood gushes through my veins
the grail moves higher towords its righful place
for not even a moment it is left ignored
like a loyal companion its followed by my watchful gaze
the journey ends when the water splashes
the grail is tilted,gravity works
the woter gives a smirk
as it steps into a new dimension
making its way across the rough terrain
it swivels through my anatomical dungeons
touching and melting me from within
setting my flesh on fire
its a fire that sets me free
free from the sensesthat cause nothing but trouble
free from the logic
thats too much too handle
free from the chains
that the society frames
free from the path
that brings wrath
free from th clutches
that make u flinch
free from the plight
i drown into the essence
it conquers my sensesthe fire grows and i let it grow
for i feel the warmth and the luminous glow
as it burns with it the things that i wanted to throw
the feelings,the thoughts crumbletill they are nothing nut rubble
since they bring nothing but trouble.

WHAT AM I ?

i feel so untrue
i feel so non existant
i feel so lonely
i feel like i just don't matter
not like a raindrop that fills the ocean
not like dew drops that glitters at dawn
not like stars that jewel the skynot like leaves that drape a tree
not like a flower that a plant boasts
i belong to the flooded watersthat are but undesirable
i might be in the hailstorm that are so dreaded
i blow in the storn that lives to kill
i am the grief that threads a funeral
i am the lightening that know anly to burn
i am not the touch that heelsbut the grief that one feels
i am not a smiling face
dont give me any praise
i bring disgrace
i am the tear that never dries
i am the feeling that never hides
i am the spirit of loss
nothing but a lopsided cross
a blanket of grief covering the scene
floods of sadness drowning peopletrauma of loss sucking you from within
the acidulous tears that hurt ur eyes
the painfull lonliness that never leaves u alone
the loyal disloyalty that greets u at every door
the persistant change that people show
the love with which the hatred sticks to u
the grounded flight i fly everydaythe dissatisfaction in the daily satisfaction
the laughter thats dark bloated with dispair
the forbidden morbid depression thats tempting
the natural desires turned sacrosant
the stagnant walk masked with mobility
the numness thats killing me from within.....