bye...

Two moons and a few suns,

i spend lost from the world with you.

But now that you are going,

i have no words to say.

Goodbye, is heartbreaking.

And see you soon is far away.

you sang for me,

you taught me too.

you are not mine,

but i love you too.

i will be here waiting,

to be with you once again...

LOVE    

love actually....

I thought i will never write again,
of which i write now...
of love, of hurt,
of a gal, of missin her.

She doesn't love me
nor if she knew.
But i love her,
and that is what i know.

I met her.
we spoke, but i spoke more.
maybe she saw through me,
and lame i am.

It is midnight now.
But i guess i miss her.

I saw her in the crowd.
Like an angel she looked.
But it is midnight now,
I am so lost...

                                                      An angel she is,

perfect and sweet
obliging and true.

And I love her.
Is all i know...!!

Tomorrow i will be back again..
tryin to wipe her away...
of love that never was...

Of a fat woman and her lover

  

On a busy junction, where traffic stalls,

of a fat woman, of her lover I scoffed.

When the lights turned red, the bike stopped.

I watched the pair, of how odd the look.

I smiled, I laughed. I chuckled hard.

Of a fat woman, her lover,

at the busy place, she hugged him hard,

he loved her too, I saw the Green..

Off sped the bike, the fat woman and her lover..

she loves him and he loves her too..

scoff, smile, laugh you scoundrel...

In loneliness you are fat...

Divisions

Divisions
Have been a close substitute
of what they call dirty politics.

Divisions
Decide the rulers
his rise and his fall.

Divisions
have been deciding
who will live and whom to kill.

"But change would it ever come?," cries a man sunk in the dark slime.

I

I is without me
I is within me
I is whether me

Me is without I
Me is with I
Me is whether I

Us is without i and me
Us is within i and me
Us is surely I,me and  you too.

Empty It is...

I've been searching.

Cos' i have been empty.

Empty inside.

Hollow.

Is it god i need

Is it just love.

I don't know.

But i want the hole to disappear.

Like an empty cardboard box.

Taped and set.

But empty it is.

My eyes are dry

and i can't cry.

                                                      It hurts and its hurts bad.

And I am Empty Inside....

A Lone Road

On a dark lonely night,
as shadows grow thick on me,
and faith seems far from me;
i hold on the self that tells me to believe...

The way is lost
and blind i am
Cornered am i, and so lost is the will...

A light blinks and the shadow flickers,
the message of hope, understood i
A wild stride with assured steps,
is the gait to take.

Lost i may seem,
but forever i will know the way..
Like the blind feeling his way through;
out this wilderness will i find.

When nothing remains

Last night, Ma got a call, after which she cried the whole night, I know that she sometimes cries at night but usually she hugs me and sleeps off in a while. Yesterday was different, she was in other room, where we have the sofa and I think she even wept and slept there.

Evening Ma had made my favorite chicken, with thin sliced coconuts floating over the fat. Then she had send me to the store downstairs to get us a whole family pack of Black currant, her favorite ice-cream.

I don't like the store-owner, we owe him money and he seems to think of us a some ungrateful lowly people. Often, he makes us wait for long, even when there are no customers he takes his own time giving us the groceries and that do reminding us of the approaching date to pay him money or a grunt followed by his lament of how much money we owe him.

But yesterday, I didn't mind standing there cos Ma was happy, she had that secret smile on her face through out the evening and I just was happy thinking of her happy face.

Pa left ma, when I was ten, it was on Chikku's birthday after the party they both had a fight, he didn't come for her birthday party and when he came he was drunk.

That night Ma told Pa to leave the house....since then she's seldom she would let a smile to brush her face..

Everyday after my school, I go pick Chikku from her play school and then I get her home. Ma leaves the key at the neighbours. But today Ma is at home, Chikku rushes to hug her.

Ma takes Chikku in her arms, but her eyes are still red, she has been crying. I want to see that secret, sweet smile back on my Ma's face.

She is on the sofa, she is holding Chikku, she is crying. The phone's ringing, I go pick up the call, it my grandma, she tells me in her secret- plotting-voice to get dressed as she will be coming to pick us up.

I tell Ma, that grandma is coming, we are going to Pa's house, I am happy but Ma is still crying and now Chikku is crying too...

I go to Ma, I am standing there looking at her. Ma looks at me, Your Pa, and she cries out loud...

Muse as it rains

It is raining...
running, i look for shelter..
a cat, a dog, running too
a shelter, we take..

it is raining...
only few drops at a time,
the cat yawns, a leap...
the dogs shivers and walks...
i look on..........and its raining no more...

pot holes,now puddles..
of rain water, a reflection
my reflection.