Monthly Archives: July 2014

Rocket Rain

a poem by

Graveyard pushes its horizon in thunder,
as the dead seek resting place
deep down under
after a rocket rain
that scorched pigeons, thrush and men
before having carted them to this cemetery
in an inversion of Kafkaesque reality .

Oh Jerusalem, under siege for 23 times,
Inflicted 52 assaults ,
and captured or recaptured 44 times
when was history without
blood and grime,
the war is on.

Jerusalem is easy to find , not Jesus
not Allah, nor Abraham
the trinity of faith in a unity .
Out there is dead sea
to float bodies in its salinity ,
wash your sins and cry ,
for the holy land
is lost in the
dust bowl of time .

The Chosen One

a poem by

Stars shine, the Seraphs dine,
Tinker Bell strikes the chime,
Alas! A little angel is born this time!
Under down the paradise, folks await with all ear.
The medic announces with a joyful cheer,
“It is a baby gal, dear!”
The clan echoes, “Oh! It is not our bundle of joy if it isn’t a baby boy!”
Grandma weeps, “The God has disregarded my prayers”
Grandpa sighs, “I always carried these fears”
Fretful mum has nothing to share but her tears.
Dad shrieks, “Thank you Princess! I knew I deserve you here.
My precious angel, look at me, I am your father,
To whom the God has been kind to gift this toddler.
I knew I deserve you here for now and forever.

(I have tried to light heartedly pen down the intense belief I carry! – Oxymoron intended :))