Child & the Ghost

Child:

Who are those people dressed in black?

I have seen some of them in my neighbour’s shack.

 

Ghost:

Wake up! You child. Snap out of your dream

Un-shut your eyes and pay attention

Can you not hear the requiem?

 

Child:

The Requiem?

What on this globe is that?

 

Ghost:

Its a tune of sorrow

A song to send off the dead

The bodies with no tomorrow.

 

Child:

And what is that box of wood that I see?

Why is the earth there dug?

 

Ghost:

Coffin; it is called, carrier for those who die,

And the dug earth is where they shall lie.

 

Child:

Why do those people cry?

Where do we go, when we die?

 

Ghost:

Not far my dear!

Just somewhere between the sea and the sky

See for yourself, you are already here.

 

 

Forgotten

I look at the faces

of men and women, I once knew

 

And I see

that they have changed so much,

They seem almost new;

 

Or have I been, so long gone

that I have almost forgotten

They way they looked at me

and I at them.

 

Have I been so long attached to

myself

That I do not remember

All that I am detached to.

 

The Return

You lived your life

fought all, and everyone you could

Did everything you should;

 

Now rest your tired bones

empty your heavy soul,

And lay down your weapons

It is time to march home.

 

I know you have come a long way

miles and years from home,

And a million montages of past

with people, and alone.

 

But now you have tread enough

And there is no road, for you to follow any more,

Set the oars down

you have reached the final shore.

 

Disregard all the reveries

don’t conjure the ghosts,

Let your demons rest in peace

let your exhausted self, return back home.

 

Don’t let affection for life

precipitate in your eyes,

A gift it was you cherished

and now death complies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sea Shell by the Sea Shore

A sea shell she saw, by the shore
Wanting to grab it, she walked up close
But the shell did not stay by the shore
For every step she took towards
The shell too moved few inches away from the shore.

Intrigued, and longing for the lifeless yet moving thing
She stepped into the sea, and followed
Yet every time she would reach close -
arms stretched to grasp,
The shell would move deep into the ocean vast
And with the shell into the sea
she swam without surcease,
Desperate and desirous for the shell's secret reward
She stroked in without keeping herself on guard.

Then suddenly, to her surprise
The shell opened up and revealed the most precious pearl her eyes had ever seen
Enchanted and enthralled by the glimmering gem
She stretched her arm afar 
And caught the precious pearl in her palm.

Rejoicing her triumphant feat
 She turned to swim back to the sea-shore
Though found she was too within and could not swim any more,
So with the gem grasped in her palm
She let go of her breath 
And fell forever in the ocean's arm,
All for a sea shell she saw by the shore
That bewitched her heart, and claimed her soul.

 

One to the head

One to the head
One said 7 times, the gun was shot,
The other said it pierced him thrice.
Both of them sure, that one was to the head,
And the next moment a human being died.
He was a writer
And a man who expressed,
And showed the World
True colours of a false paradise,
These heathens in a legion’s disguise,
But their reaction, was full of surprise.
For instead of understanding
What he was trying to make them understand,
They blamed him for his religious reprimand.
And summoned him in the court of law,
And that court was swell
And that law was flawed.
But before the law could prove his guilt,
He was condemned of sins and shot,
In the middle of the street,
Against the sun’s glaring heat,
He lost the battle he never fought.
7 bullet shots were shot
Three piereced through him,
But it took just one to the head,
To leave a writer and a human being
In the street, bloodied and dead.
Have no clue about the others,
He has my respect,
For he only said that was true,
Which others could not accept,
And that there is something wrong with the world,
Do you not suspect?

18 Martyrs

18 Martyrs

18 men 3 days back died
And they died not for themselves
But for each one amongst the billions of us
Fighting our battle for paradise,
Without one excuse, they gave their lives,
As they been doing so since long
While we sit here
In our comfy abodes
And watch their sacrifice on TV Munching chips and sipping tea,
And then
And then we just forget,
And it’s alright,
We are humans
But not this time,
Because we are humans.
Let’s not those 18 lives,
Pass by us in a daze,
Stop for moment, close your eyes
And try to feel their rage,
Who have lost more than soldiers,
They have lost husbands, and brothers, and sons
Just think about them,
Just do it for once,
And try to feel their sorrow,
Acknowledge their lives,
Respect their deaths.
For they could have done anything else,
Like all of us do,
But they chose to do what they did,
And they did for me and you.