Unnamed

finally
we part,
and the moments get lost in translation,
water droplets accumulate
on the window pain,
and vapourise
as the sunbeams fall on them,
I feel a burn on my skin,
from nowhere blisters appear,
and as they burst i feel a strange pain,
I see your face
as it appear from nowhere
only to fade again,
I smile,
I cry,
I hope,
I pray,
I yearn,
to be with you again,
or
the verse will remain unnamed,
until you give it a name,
someday the nightingale will sing again..............................

I,the man

I see nothing,
I hear nothing,
I feel nothing,
my senses stopped working,
all i know I am alive,
a mere wriggled, clumped body,
with a burning desire to live,
and I somtimes try to
search the human in me,
Alas!it only remains a search,
Gluttony,
Sacrilage,
Hatred,
Jealousy,
Blasphamy,
I indulge in all,
I am the modern day man,
present everywhere
and in all............................................

hibernation

lethargic obsessions,
gripped imagination,
damped minds,
slow progressions,
leading to a short term memory loss,
curtailing connectionsto a free world,
created by a free mind.....
a deep hibernation.............

some ponderings

1.Its is raining outside,
all I feel is draught here,
random feelings accumulate,
and disappear like vapour,
nothing touches my soul,
no wetness
all is but dry and coarse............................

2. As I move towards the mirror,
I see the reflection of somebody
that resembles me,
or is it me or somebody else's
I just stare along.........................

3.Some friends called,
a wedding is there on sunday eve,
and I feel a twitch,
my hand moves up to my face,
to feel the fines lines,
a pain creeps in,
though eyes are blank..................

4.the day ends,
and night crawls in,
the night is not dark,
but I feel a darkness
in my heart and my mind,
lying in the bed,
wait for day to come.................

an earnest desire/a wait

Alone I sit on a mass of green,
waiting for you my beloved friend,
the wind carries the newly fallen leaves,
the swallows speak of when your coming will be,
the grasshopper still hops around,
the air still a sweet smell,
lonely I sit on a mass of green
to feel your presence.


My hair has greys now,
fine lines appear on my face,
my voice has grown hoarse,
old age shows its trace.

Spring has lost its charm for me,
I crave for summer no more,
monsoon came and left,
autumn has played his goal
just waiting for you my friend,
to wrap my soul.........

lament of a mosquito

Bruised
battered
I lie
as blood ooze out of my body
no, not mine,
yes, of the one I sucked,
as I lie on the palm of my murderer,
my legs hurt,
two of them have fallen apart,
heart beats slowing down,
time has come to depart,
and I leave this world being hated
right from my birth,
for I am a parasite,
I lived on other's blood,
spreading diseases,
creating havoc,
but I never wanted to be like this,
all I felt was to run,
across fields,
over rivers,
feeling the breeze,
humming a tune......
alas! its only a dream..

so i question God today
'why have you created me in this way?'
why am I hated by all?'
why do I die such a death today?'.........................