VACANT

There is no occupant,
Nothing to empty till the last drop, but agony.
Old autumn leaf tattered by the wind with holes,
Hollow to the core.
On a course unknown.
Like a camel,
Timid and unintelligent.

Snails grow on me like adamant weeds,
Piercing me with barbs,
Turning purple.
Dead flesh twisting and turning.
Like a reptile whose tail's chopped off.

DARK,DARK,DARK.
I'm back to you.
Steal me from the world and I will never ask you.
Bent like an old rubber slipper,
Rusted insides...
Don't let your breath mingle with mine.
Mine is foul.
Corrupt inside.
That foul stench of hollowness.
Pale cuts not oozing blood.
Just Vacant...
Lying in a pool of venom.
Dark Green Venom.
Unoccupied.
Dinner of the Dark.
Don't touch me..
I'm infected with vacancy

Aged in love

Hell let’s forget the world,
Leave careworn smiles behind.
Here’s to the pastel skies,
Shedding their icy cold,
Melting, like ice floating in a glass full of youth.

Hell let’s forget the world,
Delve into sins,
Formless.
Intangible.
Sublime.
Triumphant and graceful...
Locked like a bracelet,
Cheering on together,
Up and down the wrist of life!

Hell let’s forget the world,
Silver in age,
Traverse adventures and commit innocent crimes.
Until oblivion conquers us,
And beauty becomes a matter of the mind.

Hell let’s forget the world,
Leave careworn smiles behind.
Who knows…?
When the old woman dies young…
The young man’s old memories shall keep him alive!

Away from rhyme

Every note hung,
Up and down a string.
Melodious.
Perfect.
One word agreeing with another.
To the world's ears music.

Here I stand.
Unstrung, unsung.
Complete in my discord.
Moving silently through every note.
From the baby's lullaby,
Into the leaves in sophomore of the spring.
From the rusted, old temple bell,
Into the morning rain, rattling window panes clean.
Making sure I'm not strung perfectly,
Made into a Tra-la-la.

I'm a note not yet made,
I shall never pigeon hole be.
Away from rhyme,
I beat an unusual euphony!

Khuda aur Insaan

Khuda toh woh hai,
Jisme kush insaan hai.
Aakhir khuda ko bhi toh,
Insaan ne hi banaya hai.

Sabse khusurat hai tu jisse aye zindagi,
Woh to bass doston ka pyaar hai,
Baaki kaun jane ki kya hai zindagi?
Lamhon ki hai zindagi,
Ya zindagi khud hi ek lamha hai?

Gone Away...

On the Silver Oak tree,
I planted my childhood dreams,
I hid one that wintery night and the blue moon watched me.

Dropping late eve’ shows,
For stars were at stake…
I watched the wind dancing on the Asoka trees instead.

Joey my pillow is wet,
From tears I needn’t exuberate,
For now you are a good old boy,
I must be happy, but I’d much rather regret.

O’ Neem I know not your hooting call now,
For my ears are choked,
With a thousand million DB and some chorus of the smoke.

There are no sweet, round pebbles,
All I can pick is greed,
Of sugar-hungry souls, pouring out like ants from an ant-hill.

Watch me moon, watch me now,
Worming like a squeak,
Every day I push and pull at doodles of useless strings,
But stationery and frozen I stand, like a piece of meat,
Like packed in old newspaper,
Not a liberated kite, elated and in glee.

My home is here,
My land is gone.
My love is my happiness,
My family my strong.
That thing I cherish both here and there.

His love embraces me tender,
Just like the Guava tree’s shade.
In Maverick manure I grow,
It is pure beauty that I grace!
It's true love always there that seldom needs show!

Robin peck my bananas crazy,
Though I’m not behind the curtains, watching.
Squirrel cuddle the grass mad,
For in life there’s no stopping.
You never know when it’s sun,
When the clouds come marching.

Gone away to my love,
Gone away with my knight,
With him I shall return to make the earth my land…
As green as the Parakeet’s guise!
I promise.

Creaking Shoes

Image: red shoes by sarinni deviantart

Nothing holds the lament harsh,
too big a wig, too scornful a laugh.
Eroding flesh for her punishing stand,
Nothing worthy in all's command.

Fainting light of her love,
Fist in a pot painted gargoyle.
Breaking isn't what shaping did,
Many compulsions to chose between.

Upon the reclusive wind,
She signed a pact and summoned a dream.
Dauntless below,
Fearless above...
She breathed.

Love lost her heart found,
Not no more in her misery bound,
She stepped out...
Blistering but braver,
Tear drop now evaporating fear.
Her feet dance in joy...
Conchs of time her toy.

Out and away from semblance,
Sore from helplessness,
Weary of suppression.

Out of his misery grasp,
Out into the sun,
Drying her spirit drenched.

Standing out of her creaking shoes.
She sways!
Light as ever!
She sways.

CURSED

Oceans of my mind I cruised,
Like a toy duck,
Rippling and touching with waves.
I still need an object to inflict my pain.

I’m searching for it,
That God forsaken soul.
I reach the bank and He takes me by my hand.
Warm sand caressing my feet,
Kissing my nerves purgative weeds.

My feet hit the cold rocks,
Sharply knifing.
I shiver in the cold pain.
Sorrow, suffering, pain, defeat.
A burst of light and a pleasure orgasmic.

“That is what it is my child,
Suffering is inflicted pain is kind.
Only pain shall cut open thy soul,
Revel ‘cause your forlorn no more.”