Friday, October 30, 2009

Death Sentence

    Judgment passed
    Punishment meted
    Criminal is the label
    Dead is the sentence

    Price of the soul
    Is but a signature away!!
    Where the hell is God?
    When judges can growl law?

    And, rope hangs the criminal
    But, not the crime.
    Where the hell is God?
    When judges can growl law?
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The Search

The fiery fire engulfed my shadow

The soul smiles in eternal pleasure

With darkness dawn I have no place to go

But, to snuggle within pristine heat of the soul.

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Thursday, October 29, 2009


Words that scratch the heart
Kill the peace that heals the world
What exists is but a dream of scars
Forever in pieces those pains fly.

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Sunday, October 25, 2009

This is…....

This is my way
As long as I don’t trespass yours
This is my mind
As long as I don’t whine about yours
This is my body
As long as I don’t step on yours
This is my life
As long as I don’t share with you
This is my god
As long as I don’t deny yours
This is my style
As long as I don’t imitate yours
This is my shadow
As long as I don’t turn the light towards you
This is my religion
As long as I don’t call you an atheist
This is my journey
As long as I don’t allow you to suffer
This is my food
As long as I don’t refuse your meals
This is my self
As long as I don’t separate you from yours.

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Silencing memories


The night penetrates the heart of the universe
Harnessing darkness in mystical depth,
As I sit by the window with eyes lost in space
My vision drawn inward to the altar of my soul.

Mysteriously melody of the night whispers
Within the core of me in silence,
The memories of unfathomable darkness
Snatch my conscience from oneness of existence.

Bad memories work its way in the dark
In loneliness they creep like parasites,
The hormones, their playground
Before one realizes it, suicide may dawn.

But, the conscience begins to shine
With the warning right on the dot
We'd better get back,
'cause it'll be dark soon,
and they mostly
come at night... mostly. "

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Thursday, October 22, 2009


Lighted hearts
Be the lights;
Ward off the blight
With the light.
Bright is thy name
Straight is thy path
Worry not the divine will guide
If the righteous path you stride.

For many, life is hell
Languishing in anguish,
Religion is a call of dead
And, faith is the rascal’s word
Years shall roll by
In changing seasons
Like fashions
Everything keeps in motion.

But, our heart
Be always buried still
Dead - beneath layers of pain.
Cry of hatred
Unto every land it creeps
Less and less love is spoken
Yet scarcely, we are void of love
For we are love
For we are love
Nothing but, we are love.

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Monday, October 19, 2009

Echoes from the past


In my younger and more vulnerable years

I know not if my dad knew

That his passing would soon dawn.

Like the clouds whisked away by the wind

On one fine day, my dad breathe his last

A fortnight after his soulful advice to me.

My dad gave me some advice,

“Never cheat others of their right to survive,

Always be alert of masquerading vultures”.

Advice strong carried with them the power

That I've been turning over in my mind ever since

Treading the footsteps of his words.

I knew the words spoken neither of him nor from him

But the garlands of experience garnered

Made his words wiser and strong.

Today I am here tailing his words

As hard as I can with obedience

I know I have obeyed to some extend.

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