MYSELF IN MIRROR

MY SELF IN MIRROR

Brother in the mirror screamed,

Oh dear god!!What in the hell is this?

It can’t be you! Though it should be,

Oh god! I wish the mirrors can lie.

How you lost the shining in your eyes?

Oh brother, tell me what’s wrong with you?

Why you keep this stinking silence still?

It’s time for you to shake it off.

No my dear, it’s too late for that

I need to suffer this rotten curse.

 I keep my silence , as had i ever;

I hold my silence , as had i ever;

Silence axed my feather  fingers ,

It feared they will scribble the truth

Silence paralysed my mighty  limbs,

It feared they will spread the truth

Silence spluttered my stirring speeches

It feared they will roar the truth.

Streams of spilling  red  tasted no pain;

The  sheer darkness in brain out do the streams.

I still feel the growing darkness inside, now

 Let me quench it with my cut throat blood.

Oh .wait brother just one more tick,

Now, tell me what this ‘truth’ is then.

Hmm.. stop playing fool ,my dear one

It’s my ‘self and guise’ that give you life.

The poets are tired of singing truth,

You see the world and you feel the truth,

You wander the world you feel truth,

You ride the world , you live the world,

And you confess all those silence you hold.

Whatever; Its time for ‘Gillette’ shave for me,

And You may wish   a good morning then.

Mach 3 will clean your chin again and again

Dare you dream, you are clean in mirror.

JUST OR JUST?

You know i don’t lie

Yes i do,was it a lie;

What? What you say?

Thought you don’t lie.

Yes, i don’t. i had just.

What’s just if you lied?

It’s not just,i know ;yet i had to

You had just lied or you had just?

You know, i don’t lie?

The widow who never married.

The widow who never married

who are you?His enigma, calm and gentle.

And it should be;for it's the maiden one.

Am a widow ;tender was her voice too

for herself a gorgeous ma'm.

Was it an accident?his lips mumble sorry in vain,

yes indeed;she paused a while;I was never married.

His drunken fingers forget the senses ;of his lighter

her arousing breath kept the heat in control.

Wat's your name?it took some time,

for his voices to spell the thoughts.

yea,indeed it's his heart beats

that need some time to settle down.

Her eyes fixed far across;beyond his shoulder,

and the crimson red window behind.

To his right on the table ,she left a card

it named some agent across the town.

She had her lemon tea and chicken tikka

still he can't solve that teasing puzzle.

Now ,he woke up in his royal suite;

had his enlightenment,on the night that passed;

she shared her story,life and love; he learnt it all

under the fading bedlamp light.

The lessons he learnt, were intact

always, practice makes a man perfect.

He cant remember her pretty face or name,

the hangover, not completely gone or never it will.

The lessons he learnt, were intact

always, practice makes a man perfect.

Name of the widow was never known.

Neither we remember her vague face.

Her shades and shadows haunt me now,for we know

the opened corridors cant be closed again.

ONAM

It took me twenty five years;

                                                to miss an onam

The cultural tribute, we keralites pay.

The king’s name was Bali,

We ,his people adore him Mahabali.

Sent to the underworld with a jesting blessing,

His soothing reign, that  we always demand.

Onam, our welcomenote to his majesty

A legacy that we keep pass on to the next.

We used to wander across the country sides,

Insearch of those delightful colours,

 Salute him with elegant floral carpets,

Primed with pleasure and virtues we had.

We used to sing ,swing and play

To make him feel, we all are well

We wore new dresses ,and put some make up

In admiration of those blissful days.

Amma will make a delicious feast; Those million tastes

i wish they stay forever,inside my soul.

It took me twentyfive years ;

to miss an Onam

Don’t know how more will it need ;

to reclaim those innocence.

Today, the world ‘idolise ‘ him, he is

Brand ‘maveli’ and this is ‘onam season’.

He jumps out from LCD screens; wears new  silks,

Cooks with an Oven and rides new bikes .

We lost his dreams and themes,in our past

And his splendour saga far before that.

He is just a funny fat guy;at least for now

he is brand 'maveli' and this is 'onam season'.

Now i am in my office chair

Making a profit-loss balance sheet

I enjoy my ‘happy onam’ day

After a well paid ‘readymade’ feast.

Am afraid to say ; stop these reckless acts

As the crowd will see the outlaw in me.

THE LOST KEY

I lost the key once again,

The key to my space, of life and lust.

The key, that I always keep myself with;

Today  i fear, i lost it forever.

               

Can't imagine how she will react;

                                the mate i share my space with,

Voice and cries will shower my ears;

                                as it had ,the times before,

Or her dewy silence will mince my tender feelings,

For god sake, that never happened before.

We sought the lock and keys on a sunny day,

Beneath the shades of a PayPal tree;

The day that i will never forget,

Though it seems long gone by now.

We named the lock, the hope;

                                                Guardian to my space

Keyed with faith and belief;

                                                Hope holds my space alive.

Faith and belief my wings; of just and desire,

They float me across the valleys; of calm and peace.

Had lost the faith, many times before;

                                                Regained from here or there

Coz she had belief; faith, found inside my space.

The lost and found game was on;

                                Can’t complain my possessiveness,

Yet the space stood opened for me;

                                                Coz the belief, she always had.

Today belief no longer with her,

Am deserted with a key in my palm,

I found my space shut and myself lost;

Still can’t complain the possessiveness.

I fear, i lost the key forever; now i know

Why they call hope, a magical lock.

THE LIGHT OF MY DARKNESS

For the memories to endure  another epoch
I compose a foreliner in my diary.
The melody never seems to cease
The diary never seems to fill ,
  Alma matter reflected some shattered images:
The voice of the soul whispered with clumsy eyelids.


     Your quest gave wings for my freedom flights,
    Your belief baptise my sins,
    Like a camphor i burnt my soul
    At the zenith of innocence that your looks hold;
    My carnal passions got buried forever
    In the depths of your moistned eyes.


 What did i miss is luxury;
 What did i gain is ecstasy:


I stand soaked in this rain of memories,
Brain does  things, what heart really wants now;
Adrenaline keeps its concentration high in my vein
Yes of course, my heartbeats enchant your name..