I don’t want to be Holy

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I am not hurt when people killed me to eat me
For I am always known to have offered myself
For the sake of the one who loves me.
For the sake of the one who needs me.

Didn’t you hear that story well known?
When I and my child offered ourselves as feast
To the mighty tiger, who let us both be on our own.
For, we could even melt the heart of that beast.

I am not meek. I am very strong.
If you think you are protecting me, you are wrong.
How else did I go back to the tiger to keep my promise?
How else did my child came after me to prove suffice?

My milk is for my child, but you drink it all.
I never complained, but always heed tall
To the needs of your children who are like my calf.
I am an animal and not human, not even a half.

When I die of hunger and thirst
To save me you are not keen
When I eat garbage and dirt
You are nowhere to be seen

But now, you are killing someone in my name.
You are murdering someone for your fame.
If I were ever holy, my holiness is stained.
Today I am not only hurt, but also ashamed.

If I am causing the death of so many innocents
If I am inspiring you to murder your fellow beings
How can I still remain holy?
How are you still my devotee?

Don’t make me a pawn of the games of politics.
Don’t parade with my head in public
Don’t put me on your profile pics.
Don’t exhibit my meat, have a sense of civic

I still have my animal instincts.
And an animal heart that I never forget.
The innocents, the ignorants,
And the wretched make my eyes wet.

Just leave me alone.
Let me remain what I am.
I don’t want to be holy
I don’t want any devotee.

At the Beach

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Where am I? Where I am?
Here I am… Oh! Yes I am here…
This place, Oh My, is My Soul
This Sound is Oh! Oh My Peace
This Moment is Mine… Oh! So Mine

I gaze at your endless sight
My heart dives deep inside you
Tranquilized I am when your sound touches my ears
I just stay, stay lost in you, while I find myself in you
I talk to you all that I feel
While you take me inside the Memories…

This is how I feel at a Beach!

The Tempest

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I weep as I feel the tempest rage
All bleak and dark and ever reaching
The numbness in me spreads
As you go far beyond my reach

It’s dark and forbidding, my love
A guillotine hangs upon my neck
Your smile erases the pain by bit
Your absence is just keenly felt

It hurts my love, where do I start
I can’t see the light anymore
I wish to scar and rage and die
But the numbness burns more than scars

I wish you were beside me now
I imagine the whispered comforts
I cry myself to the lull of sleep
You seem so far and far out of reach

I cannot take it anymore my love
You’re not here and I can’t take it no more
My demons drown me and I lose my breath
Even as I die I think of you

I think of your laughter and your gentle hands
I do not have the right to think of them
And yet I want now more than ever
In the crowding darkness I float away

I am next to you in this little peace of heaven
We carve for ourselves our own my paradise
Mine is as I listen to your words
Your cadence and laughter and your hesitance

I am a sinner and a broken one
God and Devil exist in my head
They wage their wars and I feel my blood
Upon my dying breath I weep


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Life is a long journey
Life is a true story
Life is an unending mystery
Life is a handful of mud…
Journey that shortens when you walk
Story experienced when you live it
Mystery till you solve it
Mud after the last journey…
After you are no more…

The guy from The Life of Pi

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I feel like the guy from The Life of Pi,
Enchanted by all these kites in the sky.

Wondering which one should I try?
Which one would take me up so high?
Higher than these clouds which fill my mind.

These kites are all so colourful, so bright,
Can’t choose which one I should adopt as mine.

I’d rather hold on to all of them, managing them as I like.
Because I don’t care, I just want to fly.


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It’s just God riding in his shiny superfast car.

Where is he riding to? I wonder,
Does his dipper cause lightning, and his honk thunder?

With roads so huge, and paths so slick,
There is perhaps no chance of an accident, or traffic.

Whether on his way to work, or just for an evening ride,
The landscape is ever so surreal, the colours so bright.

Their races leave behind a great nitrous trail,
As we in awe, make a wish, screaming, “Look! A comet and its tail”

Their parking places, marked by careful coordination,
Create a wonderful illusion,
To the delight of us hominids, joining the dots to make an astronomical constellation.

Once I’m finished seeing all there is to see
In our world,
I plan to visit the cosmic, on an exploring spree.

I’ll probably rent a star,
Which is God’s own shiny superfast car.

And zoom all around the universe, traversing the highways of the sky.
Fuelled by wanderlust, seeking worlds far and wide.

Best Friend

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At every stage of life,
Hundreds of unwelcome faces arrive.
Some build their space in mind
And others just become a part of the blur life!!

I know its very difficult to find
A kind hearted person whom we can trust as a blind
I never thought when we met “first time”
That we will stay as “best friend” forever and a partner in all the crimes!

We shared all our happiness
And solved all problems with ease
We seem weak but only as an individual
Our bond make us brave, strong and smart in actual

If ever there is Tomorrow
When we are not together
Then there is something we must remember…
That will be just an illusion coz we are BEST FRIEND FOREVER

RAINFALL, a pleasant view

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The shower that strikes the earth
With full of enthusiasm,
Enlightens the fellow countrymen
To nurture their dreams.

Wow! mesmerizing rainfall,
a loud voice from far;
Oh God! so horrible,
would shout, one at near.

The tiny drops boost up all
The little brains set for work,
Poets compose short poems
Singers perform on those for all.

“Raining cats and dogs”,(oops),
the phrase is apt. for spring;
the small little shower of winter
so wonderful to peep.

Enjoying rain might be a hobby
But some are very irked by it,
Countrymen are much more cheered up
Than those of the metropolis.

Dark secrets

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There is so much to tell
I can’t describe it all
Bit at least I can make clear
The worst of all
I have been through a lot
My heart says end it all
But my soul says there’s always another dawn
Again, I am standing here alone
Thinking about then and now
Maybe I should let it go
Or maybe I should run
I am tired of it all
I am tired of every feeling
I don’t want to feel anymore
Want to lay down silent forever
See through the two worlds
My voice is unheard
My heart bleeds on this scene
I am hushed by the hypocrites
I don’t have to say more
Or maybe I can’t describe

When a Soldier falls in love

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In an evening, in the middle of Arabian Sea,
A soldier saw a girl in white Kurti with blue jeans,
He fell in love at first sight,
Both had one destination, to Mumbai,
Everybody were excited to see the dark blue sea,
But soldier was excited to see the bee,
The ship was so big,
With lots of compartment inside it,
And that girl was always confused with her cabin,
So she asked the soldier to guide her to find,
Soldier was an ex-navy captain with lots of experience,
He helped her and she said thank you ‘O’ Mister,
Her few words touches the soldiers heart,
Soldier became excited and proposed to her immediately,
Girl was confused but finally agreed,
Happily both enjoyed their voyage,
But there was a twist in their love story,
Unfortunately the ship hit a sea mountain,
And the ship wrecked in a few seconds,
There were few life boats with hardly any life jackets,
But that well prepared ex-captain who saved a lot of lives,
By sacrificing own life,
The girl was frustrated,
But didn’t kill herself,
Rather she became a navy soldier,
In Indian cost-guard,
And this story gave a message to the nation,
That a soldier always falls in love with his duty rather than love with a beauty.


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This servitude eternal,
Bound by duty and faith,
I find hope fading, devoured by these, ordeals.
These trials,
Harbringers of all
That is ordained,
Also conduct terrible fate.
Dread comes,
For this bounding main
Of darkness,
Lies absolute.
Imploring for dilligence,
We are engulfed.


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The majestic snow covered mountains,
A symbol of peace and tranquility
Have undergone a transformation.
The echoing of the guns,
The air raid sirens,
The cry of the wounded
Reverberate through the air,
Pierce the stillness.

The young soldiers
Barely out of their teens
Appear tough in their uniforms.
A long line to place calls home
The conversation with the loved ones
Drop the façade.
Underneath lies the soft core,
In the wallet a photograph,
What is this battle all about?
Land, People…

A piece of land that stays,
People who move on,
Occupy only a rectangular space
Six feet by two!!

Thinking of you

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Standing there I was thinking of ease.
Thinking of the moment when you came like a breeze.
It wasn’t easy to make you apart,
Its just all about the time that starts.
Even if the world go blue,
To forget you, that can’t be true.
Its just about the time that passes away,
And for us it behaves like a wave.

Baby Steps

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My legs still resist the flow of the time
Along with the continuous expansion of the universe
The distance between us keeps increasing as I write,
Even if all we manage is to hold on to our places.

You are too far to simply reach out and grab
And the silence though is merciless in handing out the verdict
Good for nothing optimism is willing to surrender the driving wheel
The debate now who’ll drive is between realities;
actual and perceived

My hands, they now blabber
thousand things in thousand places.
Many a time just random fancy show-off pieces.
Mostly, the aftermath of sleepless nights till 3 A.M.,
it’s manifestations.

Your self-proclaimed consciously awkward smile;
played, paused, put on repeat.
The anchored bonds placed on your wrist,
If only my footings could have been so deep.

I wish to see the starry sky, with the naked eye, on a brazen land
Or maybe a jumpy cute black dog, resting along the beach shoreline
If nothing else, then pay a visit to the other world in the books you read
Our galaxies may now be light-years away,
as long as I could feel you around me.

I take the baby steps against the flow of time, the rapid expansion
It makes no sense in the real world, I know.
I’ll be a dying star, bright white light, fading with the distance.

I am invisible now, I get that, I had it coming, I won’t complain.
But if you ever cast a look towards this end
of the universe, I’ll try to make sure
You catch the glimpse of the baby steps, towards you.
In the sands of the time, across space.