Thursday, April 30, 2015

My New Journey

This journey I walk alone.
No mate to hold hand
No friend to give solace
I travel to unknown land.

Harsh terrains to cross
At times I stumble
At times I fall
Hearing menacing rumbles.

Those lands fair or vile
There's none to predict
I'll know in a while
Palace grand or ruin derelict.

A winding one way street
Not drive down highway lanes
Unchartered mountain range
Not stroll on verdant plane.

And when the journey's done
When I've reached a new home
Will light on life prevail
Will I walk into my tomb?

Not one of them

No, I am not one of them.
Living by rules alone
Walking on well trodden paths
Thoughtless. Unable, nay, unwilling
To look beyond the mould;
Each step blindly taken, each breath
False, each thought mindless.
No. I am not of their clan.
Far beyond limited living
In unfolding worlds ever new
I wander, alone, perchance 
A co traveller walks along
For a day offering friendship
Pregnant with promise;
New horizons leading
To newer thresholds.
An outcaste perhaps, ostracized,
Beyond moulds, maligned
Convicted, judged guilty
Crucified each day
By thousand tongues
Spears of hate, of dengration
Hurled menacingly
Futile attempt to kill
A free soul. .




Thursday, April 23, 2015

Choices



Staying on is a soft choice to make
Curtains drawn in cozy world
I live a myth, a life of strain
Stuck in my rut I remain.

Clinging on is a bad choice to make
Ducking in the face of storm
Full of fear, I live a lie;
And lose life by and by.

Walking away is a sad choice to make
Stepping into uncertain dark
In pain, in sorrow my insides cry
To wake into living I try.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Aftermath of war

In aftermath of war
Dawn breaks- blood red
Thoughts, strewn around
Like corpses on battlefield
Food for hungry predators
And life limps on broken
A little less robust
A little more stale
Surviving destruction
Destroying survival
And in their midst
Blind creatures howl
For return of golden ages
Shutters pulled down
Blinds drawn close
To keep out, to resist
That blood red glow.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A Voiceless world

One day I wake up
to a voiceless world.
Here men, women, children
scream soundlessly.
Programmed zombies.
Each step a ritual,
meaningless motion.
Lifeless utterances,
in five act play
screened as silent movie.
Do voices drown helplessly
Do voices burn internally
Boiling lava searching
for a weak fissure
Ready to devastate

hearths and home.

The day this world shatters
Tower of Babble forgotten matter.
Words and screams, 
cries and pleas
rantings and raving
a spill over of voices
mingling to raise
a giant tsunami. 
Drowning voicelessness
Flowing free-
a gurgling death
for whiplashes
that once curtailed
voices of the voiceless.