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I Have No Face

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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To the Unknown

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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A Tribute To Gauri Lankesh

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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Virtues and Vices

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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Murder

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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Seasons

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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Fear of Death

Where is my heart, right or left?
It's right to say left , as it has to be.
I think of it only when a pain lingers
Dread of an attack making it still
Perhaps it's none than an air trap. 

Whatever, a cold sweat sweeps us
My 50s is on the exit , 60 at door step
Doc says I should be very careful,
Since my heart is older than me.
As age count started just by birth. 

But how to care, he has a magic list.
Less smoke, less liquor , less fat
More sweat, more water,more love.
And life is what I will gain, perhaps.
None knows if the chill is but nearby.

Well, death is inevitable and real
Will it come when self is ready?
When am I ready ? Should I know?
Is Today be my day of reckoning 
If tomorrow should I be recalled.

Oh my! I dread the motionless me
I dread the weeps of my dear ones
I dread death, as 'am taphophobic 
I dread death , as 'am acrophobic.
As not sure to the depth or height I go.

But I love to go to that inner world
Of that mystery ,we call after life.
To know how is the world beyond 
To prove those masters of time
Right or wrong in what they taught 
But for that should I need to die?

The shudder, listening to death's steps
Approaching , marking lives at random 
Is more painful than of death itself.
If fear grips,final one is a second death.

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Phoenix

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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Drunkards Have Many Reasons

I drink a lot of water everyday 
More than the doctor's advice 
But in monsoon water is impure 
In summer water sources unsafe
I know, nothing purifies like spirit,
So I add my whiskey, just a shot,
In every glass of water I drink.
I of all will never take any risk.

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The Gypsy Who Loved

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.