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I have no face to claim
My face as a child
Lost it in my teenage
As the beach is lost to the sea
My teenage face
Lost it in my adulthood
As the dunes in a wind
My adult face
Lost to the old age
Burned off like a candle
And my old age face
Will be lost to the dust.
Melting down to the ocean of void
A faceless me
Where do I live
With that permanent sign
A faceless me.
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If the angel of death
tells you when your day is fixed ,
you start to die on the same day.
If the angel of luck
tells you the day of your luck,
you will be lazy the next day.
If the angel of illness
Lets you know your day of illness
you will not be healthy ever since.
If the angel of love tells your love -
awaited comes to you on a day,
You won't be worthy of love since then.
If the angel of life
tells you that a long life awaits you
you will be careless the same day
So don't worry if you are anxious
Certain ignorance makes us wiser
Fulfillment of life comes by willing
Than leave it to fate to conclude.
Journey to the unknown is a thrill
That's how life teaches us to sail.
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Her woes weren't on her life in siege
But the forerunner of fate's besiege
Her guts sensed an unknown chill
As faceless men stalked her in dark.
Speaking truth, half of men turn foes
Other half silent in fright of a regime,
A force that divide men by their faith
To rule forever with evil staff of hate.
She spoke of castes that suppressed
She spoke against blind belief of mass
She spoke of slavery from blind Faith
She spoke against the power corrupt.
She wrote of suffering brought by men
Her strength in free thinkers fast grew
Nightmare of a regime if people think
Evil designs spread in the market of hate.
Mom for many, courageous and clam
Never wavered before truth and facts
Spoke with clear concepts and concern
She knew her enemies, but went on.
She wanted this world a better place
She yearned men to equally prosper
She wanted poor free their shackles
Of slavery of mind of conniving men.
They schemed a plan for her exit
Men with guns were sent stalking
Shots were fired on a fragile frame
She fell dead before her own house
They cheered her death for a fees
They started build narratives in hate
The powerful struck a name in a list
A list of people soon going to die.
(Gauri Lankesh (1962 – 2017) was an Indian journalist-turned-activist from Bangalore, Karnataka. She was shot to death by assailants outside her home on 5 September 2017. At the time of her death, Gauri was known for being a critic of right-wing Hindu extremism.....Wikipedia )
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Rights and wrongs
Too entangled
A war is fine
Kill for peace
Unable to judge
As virtue just died
Love and hatred
Wrongly blend
Hate to love
Or love to hate
Sums up in hate
Self confused.
Lies and truths
Inseparable pals
Lying to live
Or living to lie
life so absurd
As credibility lost
Logic and myth
Rationale rare
Religion reins men
God an excuse
To suppress men
As evils rule minds
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Where can I find that selfless love
That can save this world from peril
that weapon to shield against war.
If war a must for peace to attain,
Each man a war zone from with in.
How can I set self free and fearless
From that freedom leading me astray.
I wish to be that nonchalant boy
Than this timid senseless grown man.
We grow to disappear in to the void
We learn to forget our obligations
We conqour impossible feats here,
that we thought beyond our realms
And claim them as our landmarks.
The history of man is of failures ,
We touch the sky in triumph
While most men live half starving.
Never think, how am I to be happy
Living amidst the cries of the hungry?
All over we see justice less applied
how l can I live in peace of my mind
while those who die without care
Dying immature for need of care.
Men get killed for faith, next door
They get killed for colour and caste
They fight below for the gods above
Next may be my throat in queue
But still we see no threat to self
Until unable to cry aloud when bleed.
We renew the original sin each day
The tree of knowledge is just fenced
For the powerful to savour at will
They know it has the power to reign
But forget it has the power to malign.
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Dark alley, deadly calm
Flashes of steel
'Thud'..death whispered
Silhouette melted in the night
Blood zigzagging
Dragging life to the drainage
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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A STRAY DOG
He licked the small cute lover goodbye
while friends waited in scattered packs
he wanted to hunt a rabbit for a change
but in vain he wasted his hours sniffing
cursing men who devoured them clean.
he ran for morsels at back yard of a rich
already late, he feared of a hungry sleep
for he knows these cruel times of war
alas! he was late as he missed that too
children of men were faster than him.
He cursed again, men of little hearts
he made a turn for the butcher's yard
where a bone or two may fill his guts
But bad luck haunted him, here as well
the bones were gone, carted away
to a nearby factory , making manure.
He snarled and took to his four in hurry
remembered he, his hidden reserve
hidden under the dust in a near by farm
While sniffing ground to find spot he hid
a stone at the back scattered his dreams
And saw the farmers son with a load.
Licking his back he cursed cruel men
in a rage wanted to rush to the cemetery
He would find at least a piece of a skull.
There all his hunger crashed on a scene
there was a tear gushing from his eyes
flowing thru the chin as silently howled.
Weeping women ,kids all there in black
burying their dead all game in this war
he growled way back ,thought of sleep
but hunger made him very tough to nap.
Sprinted he to his lover for a silent sob
But luck never favoured him this day,
Afar what he saw splintered his heart.
His love ornamental on master's leash
the party is on for a war they just won
the men in uniforms all lined to secure
stray dogs not allowed, sentry was stern.
He took to his heels for a timeless run
Sadly howling for the day he was born
He snarled for his birth in human world
they kill, cry and celebrate all that well.
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Awoke by a nightmare, in cold sweat
dews were to settle on foliage yet
sun was below the horizon still
birds were calm in their nests in chill
rooster had not sounded alarm yet
the darkness a foe waiting in stealth.
Now an eerie silence flaying my mind
dredging the past, mind remorse clad
minced by remorseful reminiscence
Oh ! can I erase the past in silence.
Or if I could retreat to the womb again
And my slough, if stealthily hidden
And frame only my infancy and smile
Cropping edges of my worn out shell.
and cast the past in the consuming fire.
To rise like a phoenix in time and pure
And start all over the lost days in peace.
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Like riding on waves wavering
not sure where it takes me
searching for a log just to hold on,
but helpless, and alone in an abyss.
Slumber, how I wish a day's sleep
to keep everything aside, and rest,
in my beloved’s lap, that warm lap.
Hours of cuddling , sweet lovemaking
the joy of belonging, drugged in love
kissing her wet lips, warmth so alluring
And a rest in the arms of the beloved.
But now left in life's wilderness
Searching For the lost oasis.
will I reach it before die of thirst?
or be buried in unfulfilled dreams.
Night again, pitch dark, dead silent
A chill passes through my spine
Spreads and chokes me like a python.
Unable to move, pushing to oblivion.
Me not alone ,have memories so fond
enough to rekindle, like resurrection,
The memory of love and her warmth
the lingering fragrance of the past
Enough to live on but why tears still?
This silence has thousand tongues
Audible silence of a forgotten living
told in a lovers song, life of the lonely.
long ride of a dreamer, moving yet still,
pangs of fatigue, a thirst so hurting.
The morning sun, on a spring
winter not far away, naked trees shy
Rushing to cover with new foliage.
song of the cuckoos, resting on twigs
Echoes of distant church bell chimes ,
the creepers waving to the farmers
dews, shining diamonds in dawn rays
the gurgle of the sparkling stream
In thickets the chirpings of love birds
smell of raw earth, ants lined in order,
the cattle linedup, heading pastures
A silhouette afar dressed in snow
A hoof sound of a horse in its course
It's all fine dear to exalt my heart
but on a lonely day it's all wasted gift.
Wandering in search, to love reclaim
Where should I search that I lost
than in your own heart love preserved
my life, a loser's lament, a dirge-
of a priest burying the dead in cold
a whisper of the devil to the cursed
a mistake of the master of creation
Blemish on the moon reflecting sun
yet a crave to live, if she were here.
Even the mirage formed by memories
Make me wander in arid deserts
where the sun burns all it's fuel .
I sustain on dreams wandering
living! a faint feeling now hurting.
the heart is dried unable to beat
but somewhere, just a feeble throb
a throb that lost rhythmic speed.
just waiting for her sweet breath
To inclaim my life with her love.
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I love January when Jasmines blossom
little sapphire buds unfolding fragrance.
February makes us laugh with a leap
yet so short it makes women talk less.
March marches as song of the summer
yet clinging to what left of the winter.
April lingers in cold ; a season not sure
yet takes the spring to hug the summer.
May, may be a bit sure of the heat ahead
yet lovely, brings new tunes with the breeze.
There comes June with power of the sun
Bright and alive the long awaited summer.
July, simmers in warmth from above
Sun so bright as if burning all its fuel.
But a timely monsoon sooths the hearts.
August August chasing the summer winds
welcoming the falls of the autumn leaves.
September makes us kings and queens
with autumn falls the nature so sweet
October makes hearts jump with joy
what a canvass nature paints in glee
November makes us ready for the chill
as winter flowers start to bud in the wild.
December, a season of Joy with hopes
pampering us to want it to last forever.
Snowy mounts all dressed up to dance
For a farewell to the seasons we lived.
The Days and nights would fast pass
Let's not amiss treasures nature gives
For short are our days in this globe
Faster the seasons change and roll
Sooner we are ripe to wither in our role.
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