Call me

Call me by a name that I know Call me what you may like You could say anything you want But it doesn’t mean it’s right Affected, I’m not by what you say For it changes nothing of me as it may God forbid, if it does as you bid I’d pay you to say what to say Foolish are those who run the way others say Their inner confidence, mulled so to say Deprived of their own opinions they are Like puppets on others wishes they dance Why then should I be affected? By the words that others speak They pretend like they know my every way And yet they don’t know me half as much as me.

Vox populi!

The din of the vox populi The role of a jury it plays Glorifying and denouncing, as it likes The history of the world it writes Does majority make it right? A million dollar question that it is The correctness of a convinced minority In the numbers game, ignored it lies The wrong doers, they are now heroes Lo! At the cost of the saintly villains Injustice to the innocent minions meted The end of time is near From this darkness a new horizon we seek Where history is more than general speak Where legends as legends be And not gods for us to believe!

Urging urchins

Under streetlights With borrowed kids Feigning illness Seeking alms Tattered clothes Grime filled bodies Un-bathed stench Weathered soles The red signal A blessing in disguise Spotless cars Air-conditioned interiors Wrinkled at eighteen Time defies biology Begging sympathy For an urchin’s life

Oh holy master

Come to me oh holy master Come to me and stay Teach me all the things I don’t Teach me all that’s faraway Come to me oh holy master Come to me and talk Teach me the strengths of life Teach me the solidness of a rock Come to me oh holy master Come to me and love Teach me the tenderness of life Teach me the purity of a dove Come to me oh holy master Come to me and stay Teach me the gratefulness of life Teach me how to pray

The Night Sky

On a moonlit horizon The far silhouettes of fishing boats Lining the star studded sky A gentle breeze blowing wild As waves smother the shores The moon crescent romantically inclined Laying on my beloved’s lap Staring at the starry sky The twinkle in her eye One with the glittering night sky The whisperings of sweet nothings Make music with the rustling palms Her tender loving care reserved for me The fisher folk they return ecstatic As I awake with the sands by my side

A verb called love

Alienated By the curse of the society Devastated The morale once so high Suppressed The laughter that was for all to see Ridiculed The heart that was naïve Crushed That emotion so helplessly kind Rejected The proposition of a settled man’s life Amplified The hurt that was so mild Oppressed The poor open mind Annihilated The love that was divine

The End!

In sleepless turmoil The emotion a clever foil As the mind still does toil The hidden tears mix with the soil The heart bleeds with joy For the damsel who’s so coy Love seems an intricate ploy The feelings played like a toy Unfazed by the uncertainty The wooing an unending litany Still striving for the spiritual unity As heart, mind and body form the trinity With decisions that seldom bend The heart needs an urgent mend Hurt by the heart that refuses to lend This is the end, my friend! This is the end!

The drunken escapade

Late one night On a drunken escapade Front to a mirror Staring at the apparition A face that looks alien Is that me or someone else Hard to recognize; unveiled The mask manages to trick me What was I? What did I become? The true self; only In drunkenness liberated Deep inside The real me Still waits For another drunken escapade To be set free