Beyond the Thunder

Beyond the thunder

The thrill of facing a lightning with a smile

When it flashes..

A momentary fear precedes the decision.

A beautiful thin gadget

Kept ready for action.



The flash.

A quick neat cut.

Warmth of the fresh red spray.

Drop by drop,

All done.

The ecstacy.




reloading an old post supposedly composed in 2005

To Cynics

To cynics



Why do you question?

Am I so negative!

May be yes.

But I just tend to murder

Only when I lose all chances to die.

Kill you,is the last resort.

There is torture in my ink,

yes,

i’m taking the best positive way.

Else,

Things can be broken,

A house wrecked,

Hearts pierced with uncomely sounds,

Or silence,depression,

Death –one or more;

Nothing happens

B’coz I choose the most positive way.

There are leeches that suck impurity out

And heal;

I do it alone

Keeping dignity –yours and mine too.

I ooz all the bitter blood,

Spit the negative out,

Vomit insanity,

Into this sterile sheet.

I am positive.

Question me,

I hand over this waste.




Reloading an old post

Burning Down

I want to burn down
the house in which we live.

Just one thing to decide-
Whether to enjoy the play of flames
staying outside
or be the beauty of the beast
who dances and makes the magic work
and leave the world to envy
each time the story comes alive.

Just this single confusion
before I burn down
the house where we live.


reloading an old post from aug:2010

PEBBLES IN THE POND

How often do I wonder

What magic's in your smile!

Simple,cheerful drawing

Of two parallel curves..

Sometimes together, a smile

Sometimes apart to a laughter.

Your already pebbled eyes

Shine as you smile.

I see ripples weaving wide

From your lips to your eyes.

What magic is in this

That it ripples into mine!

Like pebbles in a pond,

Like rainbow in the sky.. 

Unto the skies again

I dream to be a kite

with a thread pulled by a child,

with feet free to graze over

vast dry fields or mountain tops,

with eyes full of gaze over skies,

thinking he'd take me way up

to heights of his heart's reach..

The child doesn't show up

I fear, he has grown up.

Then I'd rather be a kite still

Just cut off my thread,let go.

The run

THE RUN

Life haunts me.
Left without much choice
I keep on running.
To the inevitable end,
Life chases me.
Froth from its monstrous mouth,
I flee from this mad dog
towards the unknown shades
of the forest of death.
I pant.
My struggling breath
sounds even with the wretched dog's.
I keep on running
to save my poor soul
from getting poisoned by life.
It seems there is a lifetime
between me and the dark forest.
Will there be something that I may find on the way?
something that would help....


dt 27.01.2008

The Hive

Only the buzzing remains
in the comb you've forsaken.
Emptied of all the sweet treasures
The womb yearns alone.
Many a time has spring come
And with spring sprouts hope.
You danced together to share
delightful young discoveries.
The grand new world that you found
Has better promises for you.
You left.
And left me behind.
My womb feels the pangs of loneliness.
The soul lingers heavy with your memories..
Only the buzzing remains in the heart you've forsaken.


dt:c.jan2008 for school magazine,for my dear students