The man with no face!

The day never died.

My night never woke.

Sleeping together , like us;

For him dusk was the dawn.

My life never ceased,

With the weather or disease.

My night was his day;

He would come,

         come  what may!

A bite on my neck.

A kiss on my lips.

As his hands slip down;

A tear slips down my beliefs.

The man has no name.

No face, to be ashamed.

A thousand different choices I had.

But the door opened this way.

A bastard, my baby boy.

Sleeping under the drugged sky.

Through the moonlight that escaped.

I see the man with no face

                   -feeling  me all over again.

As my baby stirs,

A 500 ruppee note slips under my bed.

And as my girl opens the veil,

I live in dark , all over again.

Tomorrow the face would change,

The same hungry soul with a different name.

And as I feed my girl through my scarred chest, I decide;

Her body would never be for sale!

TOUCH-ME-NOT...

When the rainbows paint the sky,

Bloom and glow, may I  ?

Through all the rain and the summer dew,

I’ll fly, when I’m invisible to u.

But if the sun’s ray shall sparkle upon me,

Touch me not, my dear;

For I might dissolve into me.

When the sun shines bright,

I’ll sing through to my hearts delight.

Like an angel from the sky,

With my white knight by the river side.

But if that melody shall lead you to me,

Touch me not, my love;

For you might stop my heart beat.

When the silver moon lights;

My heart would dance through the night.

And the winds shall lift me high;

Swaying like the winters butterfly.

But seeing me waltz in my dreams,

Touch me not, my dear;

For you might wake me from my dream.

A LIFE OF CLAY

The first time we shun from the sight of it.

The second time we may pray.

The third ;some ,like me , may even get nightmares

By the fourth it becomes  a common sight for your gaze.

You turn the papers in despair,

News of some killed, photos of many slayed.

You turn numb with each passing day.

Kids scattered like their treasured toys,

Dreams shattered , broken beyond repair.

A life hardly lived; a dream barely dreamt.

Some saved for a reason they want not.

Only to be shot again for their unknown mistakes:

To be born in their land; to be born under a name;

The colour of their skin; the faith in their prayers.

The cries of hundreds hidden;The prayers of others wishing to be dead.

The father, the mother and all kin besides,

The newly weds, the one-to-be-born ,all relation awaiting a life’s ray.

All those see-you-soon and take-care hugs,

Farewell  with a kiss , alas! Returned in a coffin box.

They say the end would happen when the gods descend from heaven.

Look carefully , oh foolish souls! Your graveyard you dug when you bombed your neighbors’  son.

BETWEEN TWO SOULS

He was too strong for her,

And she.

She was fragile like the drop of the morning dew

But they were like the ocean and the sky,

Incomplete and undefined without each other.

They say, “Opposites attract”

But their opposites were not their likings but their destiny

She was his ‘morrow.

And he was forbidden to live his tomorrow.

There were times that he wished. They wished, if only…

But his life was stolen by the society

While hers was snatched away by the Gods.

And while she battled her last breath on the Earth.

He gave her his, to spare him her farewell sight.

“I’ll wait for you up there”, he whispered in her sleeping ears before he closed his eyes.

A tear slipped from her eye.

The invisible kiss of an untold story.

A PIECE OF HEAVEN!!

In the lap of my tree.

Blanketed by the yellow fragile fairies.

A stroke.Of care.

The wind messing with my hair.

A crack. I smile.

A squirrel has been successful this time.

A  tickle.i jump.

Damn! The ant found no better place to run? :D

A  rustle.I turn around.

Two mynas in the land of grey and brown.

A whoosh. The leaves sway.

The wind , is naughtier today.

A chirp . A melody.

Im tempted ,to reply as her love lady.

The flowers. They bid goodbye.

To the leaves as they fall to my side.

A choke.The slides cry.

“Children are too old to come by”

 A crack. The rust.

The swings compete amongst themselves.

The ants .They  run.

From one finger to the next, I gave them an endless game.

A ring. My phone.

My fingers put it in the silent mode…

NOW!! DONT U CRY, MY LOVE!!

Don’t u cry my dear,

 I’ll be here through all your fears.

Oh! Dont u sweat in pain, my love

Don’t u know it eats me inside to see you down?

Don’t u tremble , My  brave one.

I’ll hold u close and  promise  never to let u drown.

Don’t u worry, don’t u fear.

I’ll keep u safe . I’ll keep u near.

All your fears , terror and pain

I’ll make sure nothing keeps u insane

For a moment be here with me,

Take a second and just breath .

Read this again and smile with me,

And laugh before I write another crap again.

Cause we are us.

And us is all we need.

Oh!! Now don’t u go mocking  and laughing  at me , my idiot

You do know , these words were meant  exactly  for that.

courtesy: to that mother and child outside the passport office...

BECAUSE ANGELS DONT CRY!!!!

For her, and all like her...

http://www.dnaindia.com/pune/report-sold-by-lover-girl-rescued-from-brothel-1777596

And now I feel disgusted.

At that every  kiss.

 Every hug.

That we shared.At your every touch ,now  I snare.

I feel disgusted that I ever cared…

I feel polluted.

Drowning in your love.

Floating in your hands.

Every scar that u gifted.At your smell, now I gasp.

I feel polluted that I wasn't your last.

And now I’m scarred.

With your memories.

Souvenirs  from our  meetings.

Every token of love.Now I burn.

I feel scarred that for you, once I yearned.