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.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man with the Telescope

Man with the Telescope
At the terrace he stood,
I saw from mine,
Amidst the wind's constant slaps
and the silence of the moon-less night,
He set up a strange contraption,
which lured towards the sight.

And by the time, by him I stood 4ceabbd82a44dae58c912afb349470b5
He had set the device on a stand 
with its end pointed at the sky,
Restless, and curious, I asked ' What is this that you have here? If you could tell me kind sir'
He said 'It is an invention called telescope'
Its purpose: to bring that is far right up to your nose.'

'Awww!' was all that it inspired
That wondrous invention of man,
But then again curiosity-struck
I inquired of his plan,
He said that he was there at the terrace
to have a closer glimpse of skies and its endless dark span.

Amazed again by his reply 
and his urge to gauge the dark,
'Why do you do so?', I asked
with a new and restless mind
He said 'For in the darkness only can we hope to find light'
'And in the darkness only, can we all be un-blind.'

 

Being Young

Being Young

She thought we were flying,

But we were drowning, my love

She didn’t know until she was out of breath,

Then she told me in my ears

She could suck my lips,

All her life and until death,

And the next night

I found her naked,

but in the bed that belonged to Seth.

Next time I knew, and she knew

We both knew that we had come,

to the place we had left behind

After all the cries, and the grind

Oh she thought we were in paradise,

And she said if possible

she could be here forever

That she would get over me, never

And then I caught her lies,

which led us to a compromise.

Next time, I decided not to go to her

Unaware, that so did she think

 We paased years exchanging blinks

And she never came to me,

And the smoke was seen, ashes not

The lips were charred,

and her eyes blinked in my thoughts

Like they used to at me,

But it does not stand a chance anymore

We are to each other, nothing but wired robots.

Now you don’t ask me

Why we did

 What we had done,

 You drink in the blue moon,

 burn in the yellow sun

 Not a mess, was in my intent

 But guess that’s what it means

 When they say ‘Being Young’

 The days of cigarettes, coffee,

 and a pack of chewing gum,

 Evenings on the streets

 and nights drowned in rum,

 I wasn’t probing to hurt anyone,

 Tell her, I was just ‘being young’.

Soul Song

Take my words and their rhythm 
The emotion in them and the meaning hidden ,
Take my thoughts and my time
All my goodness, all my crimes.

If it pleases so
Peel my skin, gouge out my eyes 
Take my blood and take my bones
My double helix DNA 
and my XY chromosomes.

If they do not turn out to be enough 
Take my puckered heart 
and my heaving lungs,
Take my poisoned kidneys
and the liver burnt
If it pleases you, then please do so.

But it is my soul that you cannot ask for
And it is my soul that I shall not give,
For rest of all is yours for the taking
But my soul is not for me to give.

 

What do you do?

What do you do?
When you have nothing to.
Do you sit by the window,
And look out, 
Look out at the world,
Wonder, what it is like to be that bee that hums and hovers over that red rose,
Or think about the decisions you made; the path you are walking on; and the people you chose.

Are you disturbed when you are alone?
Shhh! Come close
Close to yourself. 
Its cozy and comfy and lonely,
Better than those who are but are not
And those too who want to and cannot.

What do you do?
When you have nothing to.
Do you look into the mirror
And embrace the facade,
Click yourself and then edit
Whilst nature loses its credit.
Or do you rather see into your eyes
Try to locate the scars on your soul.

Is there a want of death lurking  about?
Hmmm! Shut up. 
Why to bother with it,
Or why to try to grasp its arms,
It is on its way to you anyhow.
So, you better live and act
Before the final bow.

What would do you do?
If you had something to do.
Hold someone's hand and with them stay
Or by yourself walk away,
Chain yourself with the laws meant to bound
Or hustle to change the things around,
Sweat and bleed to carve your way, 
Or would you let go and give away,
Dream a reality
Or lose yours to a dream,
Mediate in silence
Or burst out in screams,
Try to find what you desire
Or would you lose yourself in the world's mire,
If you had something to do?
Would you hold someone's hand and walk away
Or in your solitude forever stay.

To the tune of silent nights


Away from the world,
And it's deceiving ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
In solitude, and in her praise,
As the tranquil tune of the silent night, 
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Through the open window,
I gaze at the clouds,
Overlaying the starry skies,
Like a spotless shroud,
As my soul's unheard whimper,
Grow loud; and loud; and loud.

Until they are lost
In the silence that plays,
And whilst they depart,
The emptiness stays,
Amidst them the tranquil tune of the silent night,
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Therein creeps slowly her face,
Before even my senses yearn,
And utters to me in a mystical tongue,
That I try, but cannot learn,
And before even my eyes blink
It begins to burn; and burn; and burn.

And with it, burns my soul,
Tickling my heart with pain,
As I gaze into her fiery eyes,
Try hard, but fail to explain,
But my hopeful heart never fails to try
Again; and again; and again
.


Away from the world,
And its deceitful ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
While her ashes stay,
Amidst them the requiem of broken dreams,
Plays; and plays; and plays.