At the altar, the defaulter
Recognises his slip
Firm not like rock of Gibraltar
He sees his soul stance dip
In time he'll realise
It's best to vaporise
Ascent’s when ego dies
Let's not falter
At the altar
04-December-2022
Quietus
It does rattle the Bone
To be oddly alone
And one makes prone
To fingering one’s phone:
The seed of solitude sown
And fruit of boredom grown,
Life is a hollow cone;
One like a defaulter over a loan;
In ears a loud insisting drone
Of an unseen plane being flown…
Loneliness reaches the bones
And speaks in our moans.
Soldiers never tire of “Yes Sir”!
Forgetful lips a long storm stir,
Disciplinary frog jumps for an hour
Or a free fall from a waiting tower.
Soldiers love Ear-Dividing “Yes Sir!”
You lower yours you’ve robbed them their fur;
No defaulter who won’t seem damned sour,
The Newest Bride might just lose her flower.
Solider could never stop feeding on force
At short notice quite ready for a course
They should want to ascertain its source
With a clearly disinterested horse!
Soldiers keep to the mischief of slouching
Towards a quarry by some fireside crouching.
So, why should one ever be heard vouching
For a shaky honor in innocent words couching?
I am the innocent prisoner,
I am not a criminal practitioner,
I am the mercy petitioner,
I am against all sinners,
But they say, "I am the greatest offender",
Help me out, Oh! My creator,
Never ever leave me, Oh! Generator,
I am alone, "who knows myself better"
Other doubts me and needs lie detector,
They consider me as a legal defaulter.
I ask you, Oh! My script writer,
Whom should I complain for this blunder?
"Trust the evidences " Says all law makers,
That's Why I am considered as a bad creator,
I know the time is the best healer,
It is the true pathfinder,
May one day time would be in my favour,
May One day the nature become the true narrator,
To give judgement in my favour,
Someday God will listen to my prayers,
And will declare me as an innocent among all sinners,
Please don't forget" I am the innocent prisoner".
‘‘Twas Saturday
Everywhere was filled with haze
She found a brocade
In the name of her slave
Provoked
Embittered
She rushes to his chambers
Tying a bandana
She spoke in anger
Why? Mr Damian
Would you awaken a tiger
Under such a hazy weather
He rose in anger
Arms stretched like a pointer
Rejoice, Oh! defaulter
For luck hath saved thou!
Shocked
Reluctant
Oh No! She cried out!
Indeed you are a stranger
Seeing you was like a summer shine in winter
But for you I am like withered leaves of Autumn
Was my silken heart a defaulter to express
Come tell me so I could make a way to impress
Is there any glue to fill this very deep chasm
Oh honey, make my flowers blossom
Please show me some spring, show me some rain
Make me get rid of this vicarious pain
You adorn my life! You make me exult
But why reaching you is difficult
I am drifting towards you because of love impetus
My soul is spinning around you like a pottery wheel
For you, my words and actions are a mockery
To have you by my side is an opulence
But my stupid heart has no fence, it is still following you my love
For whole beings
My answer is as the star twinkles in night
Bright twinkle and deep
Dearing to throw light for the sky to illuminate
Still being countless too
Cannot provide requirement of appropriate sight
My mean is as countless cries could be fruitless
A bridge single stood over the river
Accumulates favour from all goers all the time
Still being solid and stout
Has earn mild heart managing ways from both sides
But a case of bang being horror timid loses always
Even a child cannot warm welcome
Sheds tears terrifying, seeing flown hands and legs
My mean is even a child which cannot accept
Why the grown youths do play such heinous trick?
Leaving hatred within the heart, need is unite, build the earth
In school all are same and are given educative lessons
Who is defaulter and criminal going later on?
My mean is first provision food, shelter and rest
So a prescription for a universal government with all discreet
For the people, of the people by the people, for whole beings.
21/08/2014/
Moment after moment
Hour after hour
Day after day
Month after month
Year after year
The time rolls by
Leaving its footprints
On the screen of the universe
And we all
Like time’s fool
Can’t stop this scroll
Often we look back
Memorizing our
Happy and sad moments
Repenting on losses
And smiling on gains
We look sorrowfully
Our decaying statue
Without knowing
For how long it will stay alive
This the life
Full of mysteries
And all surprising uncertainties
Planning for years
Without knowing
Even about next moment
Which is hidden it the dark
Vulnerable even to a small shock
Yet we are ready to rock
By hook or by crook
Hearting and teasing
Tricking and cheating
Serving our selfish ends
Ready to fish
In the troubled waters
Collecting all the blots
On our soul
Which go in the roll
In the court of The Father
Yet like a defaulter
Trying to catch the slipping hour
Attempting for the impossible
For, life is vulnerable
I have mountains of debts to repay
With my feeble, shrunk resources
Will I ever be competent to defray?
My will to settle incessantly forces
I repent today why did I borrow?
Why did I take kindness of friends?
Why I needed compassion to endure sorrow?
The strain of generosity never ends
My mother’s nursing and nurturing me
My sister teaching me how to walk
My teachers’ introduction to reality
Debts multiplied, I have a huge stock
My grandma’s lap, a magnetic nursery
The next door girl who used to invite
My father’s shoulders that lifted me
And many times increased my height
What I am today and tomorrow I’ll be
Is the debt of my loved ones and of society
To a great extent, to an enormous degree
I’m a prisoner of conscience, I’m not free
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Winner of Award in Members Competition of Nancy Jones, GRATITUDE, October 26, 2011