Reality

Each day brings closer the reality I yearn
And it seeps through the night before I learn,
As the mind take a stroll in the garden of life
My each sense splits the reality into illusion.

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Shadowy Room

The shadowy room is still around
Carrying with it the rusted memories
And with cynical smile
It welcomes the presence of another soul, again.

Many were the occupants
Until one by one snubbed by the room
With its gray spongy old walls with cracks
Set gloomy mood in desperation.

The cobwebs speaks of time passed by
The spiders in relentless pursuit of construction
To tell a tale of the shadowy room
And the decrepit hell that lies within.

The agitations amidst the gray walls
Kills every soul who take shelter therein
The eerie silence accompanying the agitations
A stalking ghost rarely noticed by many.

Gnawing deep into this shadowy room
Strand of dire distress breeds suicidal feelings
One second is all that one can expect
Before, the shadowy room snatches the soul.

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And End?

Nothing ends
Everything reaches far end
Only for another beginning
Nothing ends
Everything revolves far end
For another rotation.

Leaving the fight with full aspiration
They marched with utmost veneration
Terrorists is the label passed
Every rightful man knows they are not.

Pantomime by world's fools
Revealed itself once again, as I see
Almost everywhere wrong forces at work
Biting unto the flesh of a weakened enemy
Anatomy of political anarchy woven with
Knavish brutality of ruling brutes.
An embarrassing incident such as this, will,
Remain forever vaulted without judgement,
Amazingly one Tamil rose from somewhere
Never again we will see another.

Long live the martyrs
Trudging the fields of pain
They struggled until they were snatched
Empowering some hope, though shadowy.

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Evaporation

Languishing in distress
Humanity at stake
Safe zone becoming danger zone
Communities praying hard
With ears blocked
May peace prevails
They say repeating the old saying.

I am appalled
At the sights of mutation,
Transfigured human form
By forced configuration.
Everywhere the voices of the dead
Shouts in pain of neglect
By the very mankind
They were part of.

Unto doldrums values roll by
Stepping the shadows of hunger
That sits immobile in the seats
Waiting the amber rains to stop awhile.
Down the lane I see the stream of blood
Flows thick carrying the spirit of humanity
Unto the cracks on earth it enters silently
Silencing the little murmurs of the last breathes.

Rumbling stomachs still I hear loud
Burrowing deep into my dreams as I roll about
Deprivation of many relevant instincts
Leads the chaos spread wildly on this bare earth.

Hugging hugs
Smiling smiles
Caring caresses
All thinning away
In the winds that blow night and day,

Who cares about what matters
The bloody blood is worth no more
Because life evaporates in the heat of vengeance.


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Slipping away in time…

As the night walks far from day
I sit in that corner where sunset occurs
Counting the hundreds or perhaps thousands of desires
That everyday sets through this mind of mine.

Mere existence steeped in darkness drags me far
From the real to the unreal, I wonder why this must happen
Alas! A little man standing in the center of nowhere
I have failed to gauge the impact of this transition.

Realizing that one day shall come to profess
My oneness with the existing eternal reality that carries the might,
And I believe one day shall come to help to cease the waves of desire
Eternally, guide me out from the veil of ignorance.

The eastern guides of yore in traditional garbs carry many words
That stands not within my boundary of understanding
Yet, my inner voice tells me of possible emergence of this mind from mud
And leave the treacherous shadow that trails far behind for good.

Humanity is far more grateful that anything else, I am aware of that,
A little help we render let it be the selfless one without ulterior motives
So be it as it may, the grace of the great ones may dawn silently
The sunrise will shine brightly at the end of the world, in golden rays.

As the night walks far from day
I sit in that corner where sunset occurs
Counting the hundreds or perhaps thousands of desires
That everyday set through this mind of mine,

Silently witnessing my silent wishes stripped with my consent
And I shall be void,
Again.

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I wish…

I wish
I can swaddle
All my sorrows.

And bury all
With due respect
In the burrow.

I wish and wish…

I wish
I can freeze
All my teardrops.

And crystallize all
With utmost care
And present them to God.

I wish and wish and wish…

I wish
I can walk without pain
And eternally walk.


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Thorns of war

The expanse of land – thorny
In nations torn by war.
Raging battles between forces that reigns
Tramples the downtrodden with least care.

To escape from ignominy
The little pride, ridden with bullets
Is remaining little the people care to salvage

Anguish and traumas
Kill the hope,
The bleak future
Seem almost endless.

Complacent agendas passed
While people bathes in the river of blood.
Nations of the world
Proclaim a justified war.

Millions lost their arms
Millions lost their legs
Millions lost their homes
Millions lost their loved ones
Millions lost their livelihood
Millions lost their hopes

Pusillanimously
The war is justified,
For the good.

Good for the people?
Good for the gunners?
Good for weapon traders?

The voiceless are beaten again
Into the slum of fear
They are driven once more
Leaving hopes struggling in the shadow
Consequence of a carnage unrecorded.


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