Hunt

Stars born.

Then doze off.

Even the 

Galaxies die.

Demons are

Killed.

Gods are 

Forgotten.

Predators to

Prey.

Blue whale to

A Sting-ray-

Only time

Is immortal.

Rest all are

Its victims.

Doesn't matter

At what end of

The gun you're.

In the end-

You too will be

A good hunt

For a

Better hunter.

Got a Quill instead

I'm no bird that

Can soar high,

With flap of

Wings.

I'm no animal

To survive the

Wild and breath

Free.

I'm no mantis 

To disguise my

Prayer and

Find my game.

And I'm no microbe

To to grow my

Appendage at

Will.

I'm just a human 

With aspirations.

Myriad dreams 

To fullfill.

They said, I can't fly. 

To prove them wrong,

Stretched my hands.

A wish for wings

To go wrong..

God offered me a

Quill instead of

A fancy frill.

Proper Romance

Let's kiss till

Our lips bleed.

Fuck till hearts

Gleam.

Rub off this

Distance..

Between friction

Our skin.

Let's hold on

To one another

Till we're lost

In a dream. 

Love is but a

Leap from

Somber to 

Sleep.

Lust is our 

Recline,

To polish our

Needs. 

Smile is for

Meek, we'll

Laugh till we've

Teeth. 

Wild is our 

Thing but 

This is not a

Random fling.

Beyond the 

Ideals of true love

And confines of

Bare lust..

This is a 

Proper romance. 

A bollywood

Masala. 

Hope

Gone is tide,

Blown is wind.

A second that

Has passed,

Has sunk down

In an abyss.

Fallen is leaf,

Dead is a sheep.

A river to go

Athirst,

A mother is

Afraid for her kids.

Bygones are

Mown grass

In the lawn.

A sailor has no

Business with

A person,

He once was. 

Sunsets in the

West are surely

Our point of rejoice.

But the horizon 

Of the east is

What we desire. 

Hope is a thing

That drives life.

Past is a rust

To move on from.

A new day is ahead

At the break of dawn,

Let me meet you

There...

As a new man.

In a new form.

More than ever

On the days

When it will

No longer rain..

The wind will be

Too haughty to

Soothe my pain..

The paths to

Chose would

Be pitch forked..

Thoughts,

Louder than 

My mouth..

The silence

Noisier and 

Bitterly cold..

I'll remember you. 

From dark dusted

Corners of 

My mind to

Cob-web and

Crown-nest laden

Heart of mine.

I'll remember you.

Like the fleeting

Fragrance of 

August.

Like the sober

Morning of

January first.

The winters

Of December

Maybe.

Rains in

July.

Definitely.

I'll remember you..

To hurt myself.

Remind myself.

Forget myself.

To write you 

On a paper.

Burn it to ashes.

To douse these

Usual mindless

Clashes to 

Finally realise,

How much I miss you.

More than ever.

Dreamicide

Dreams beyond

Window panes,

Are stuck in 

Narrow lanes.

Some at edges

Of brain.

Others at social

Restraints. 

Staring eyes,

Complaining cries.

The rain that

Falls here is meant

In a stinky drain

Of prejudice.

The broth in the

Cooker is 

Purposefully spoilt. 

Light outside

The room is meant

Only to the flies.

A bird that 

Learnt to fly is

Just a good hunt

For over a night.

The one that sang

Looks beautiful

Only in a cage,

Saree is a disguise.

Dreams are rare

Ceramics for

Visitors' display.

Teen Girls in 

Colors are reserved

For slave trades.

Either you die

As a wife or

Live long enough

To be aborted.

Between two 

The girl that lives

Here is a curse.

If she's manly enough

To dream, 

It can get worse. 

Broke, Single in 30s

Two roads diverged

In the wood.

The one you took

Didn't offer much anyway. 

You tripped down

From over a stone,

And your front 

Teeth are gone.

As a teen,

You had gotten

Your share of grey,

In 30s you're bald.

Crush said, you ugly.

Even your mom

Must love you out

Of compulsion.

Your dad is your

Reflection. Judges you.

The same way,

You would have.

You're single and

Prisoner of your hand.

First half is gone,

But should you be sad?

Remove your shades

And look at life-

If fate didn't make

You laugh.

You really didn't

Get the joke man.

Lies of Love

A moon-ful of

Paradise in a

Full-blown daylight. 

He assured me

White Lilies on an

Abandoned island. 

Stars would grow

Wings one day

He said.

Riding the winds

That spread colors,

Fairies would

Come to ward off

Blues of winter.

Fireflies in the 

Month of December,

Bike rides by the

Coast, over break

Of monsoons.

Oh! Stop it.

Serving starlight

In ceramic saucers,

To force hope

In deserted islands.

Is bad mannerism.

Planting dreams

In somebody's

Mind is an act

Of terrorism.

Show Stealer

Scorched, 

Earth is bothered. 

Looks up in

Thirsty rhymes.

Clouds have 

Conquered the sky.

The sunshine

Has been smothered.

Sun puts up a 

Worthy fight.

Lightening, 

A thunderbolt strikes.

Raidrops like 

Small nails,

Gush down with rage.

Cut and pierce, 

Yet, they douse 

The unquench.

Fresh light is out, 

The clouds are

Done with.

Sun has regained

The sky.

With green sheen,

Earth is poised

With a fresh gleam.

Ready again!

For her affair

With the moon. 

On a stage set by

Clouds.

Sun put up his act.

But the moon 

Stole the show. 

Radioactive Cascade

Termite infestation

In my heart.

Crawling everywhere,

These dusty burrows

Tell me that they're

A piece of art.

Leaches feeding

On my soul.

Purge of my mind,

The Holi I'm part of

Is a bloody war.

Blood has turned

Thick, 

My veins might

Cry a revolt..

A nuclear fission

In wake,

My mind might

Explode.

The decay I'm 

Undergoing better

Be radioactive.

Thorium and 

Radium cascades 

Are fine.

Even radon and

Polonium can be

A bearable delight.

Till the isotope,

I'm gonna be is a

Another piece of

Art...

Even a nuclear

Armageddon is

A tequila shot.

People pass. Not their flight.

Crouched behind

A veil, the eyelid

Is a tiny boat.

Running wild and

Conquering highs,

Sea-sized animal 

Is a sight.

Under dim-light,

A pen in little

Girls' hands,

Has challenged

A blood thirsty

Sword's might.

A kid's fist that

Turned tight,

To take a stand,

Has outlived

Many lives.

From roofs to

The backyards..

Kitchens to graveyards.

The battles mom's

Pallu has seen,

Has outweighed,

Both world wars. 

Drenched in sweat,

Guts twisted,

Fathers that slashed

The skies to usher

Sunlight are the

Bravest knights.

Birds might forget

To fly, their wings

Might eventually

See a blight.

But never redundant

Is their flight.

People pass but

Dreams transcend.

Eyes are just an

Excuse.

What matters is

Their sight. 

 

Freedom Paradox 2

Husbands slashed

Open the sky.

Cutting onions,

Housewives cried.

To come out of it's 

Flying spree..

Outside the village,

A kite cut itself free..

As a kid stood in protest

To eat his meal.

An old man declared 

He'll not sleep.

Why can't men be

Angels? Just asking,

A single father,

Breaths in guilt.

Freedom isn't free

Said the known.

Knowing nothing

A fool took a 

Casual breath.

Absolute freedom

Is lonely. Too much 

Bondage, a slavery.

Between lies our

Misery...said

A wiseman

Before he wasted

His life on wine.

A joke someone

Cracked,  anyway

Landed on Mars.

And those who laughed

Didn't survive. 

All Over Again!

Distant memory,

Of a faded face.

Left to be forgotten

In an abandoned

Place.

Each trace that

Was etched is

Done with.

Every scar is

Masked and

Left to be choked.

All half baked

Stories thrown 

To the embers.

Unwritten songs

Fed to the 

Cold wolves.

Each memory

Rubbed off with

Lemon and salt.

Washed clean in

The sea that was

Vast.

But salt water is

A good preservative

They say.

Maybe that's why

She's all over,

Again!

Whores of Desire

In a cramped part of

Town, down the

Unfriendly road.

Charm is high..

Under..

Red lights' tone.

Apathy lingers,

In mismatched gowns.

Under hooded 

Identities,

Everyone here is

Just a collective 

Noun.

Bare bodies,

Often untouched.

Their loneliness

Still unquenched.

People tread adrift.

Hotels, motels

To petty brothels..

Drought everywhere.

Half baked souls

In full-grown bodies.

Restless minds of

Thirsty genitals..

In search of

Salvation

Between thighs,

All are whores of

Their own desires.

Lost Love

Churning flashbacks,

Restlessness in heart.

Should the longing have

Taken birth in me alone..

Oh! mighty God.

Why did you depart?

My love, my heart.

Should you have 

Gone away abruptly?

It's such a quagmire.

Death awaits every

Moment in the

Graveyard of my mind.

Should you have 

Buried our love alive?

It's just your play,

Should you have

Cried such a havoc?

Done with living,

God! Enough of

This life.

Corporate Life

Blood knows 

No enemies.

Thirst remembers

No friends.

The money you've

Lent is as good as

An address-less

Letter you've sent.

The time you've

Spent with her,

Will turn bitter.

Sleep is on sale,

For the restless

Nights ahead. 

Dead are favourites

Of the devil.

The one surviving

Are just tax paying

Cogs of a wheel.

Remind me later,

If you find free air 

To breathe.

What's the point

Of living without

A bit of greed?

In the corridors

Of your office.

An unseen enemy 

Has let you win.

For all the 

Uncommitted sins,

You now douse

Cigarettes butts 

On your skin.

Uncertainty Principle

We're the bike

That broke down

On the highway.

Sweat off the 

Brows in mid-day.

The sulphated

Tears while

Chopping onions.

Heated arguments

Over political 

Opinions.

Capsized paper

Boats down the

Drain.

Circumstantial

Victims of 

Pouring rain.

A mystery on 

Run on a wide

Awake day.

Unwanted luminance

In late night's

Embrace.

To the souls 

Made for each other

We're just devils,

That douse hope

And dance to the

Blue flame.

Of a love story

That hanged itself

With a rope.

Took a bad leap

Off an untrusted

Cliff.

We're just usual 

Scenes of a

Twisted script.

Overacting tropes

Of an un-hurled

Whip.

Don't trust us..

We're the haze

Beyond the 

Morning mist.

Fate beyond 

Calculated grip.

We're agents of

Chaos.

Heisenberg's bravoes.

We're mirages that 

Are just to be 

Passed by.

The obvious that you 

Shouldn't be 

Bothered with.

Beware!

If you look back..

We'll hunt you.

We’ll haunt you.

Get to you in

Your sleep to eat

Your dreams.

Flower

I'm a flower.

Bee is my

Lover.

Shoot is

My father.

I'm fruit's

Mother.

Bud is my

Brother,

Roots,

Ancestors.

My grandchildren

Feed the worldly

Needs.

You call them

Grains. 

I call them 

Seeds.

Aid of a Kiss

She looks at me

With lots of

Questions.

I look back with

Ton of puzzles.

Like fire and ice.

Red against blue.

Each gaze,

Reinforces a

Raging embargo.

Till it becomes,

Overwhelmingly

Entangled.

Compulsively

Driven by desire.

The rage of eyes

Is doused by

The aid of lips,

We kiss.

We kiss and

All the questions

Are answered.

Mysteries are

Untangled.

There we stood

Tall. Fully high..

With happy sighs.

Like mountains

That just conquered

The heights.

Until, she looked 

Back again.

By then,

The world had

Turned smaller.

We had jumped

Off to space to

Peg a tent.

Life on Toenails

Mornings bring

Endless

Battlefields and

Make me take

Arms.

I shoot birds 

Of hope with

Compulsive

Despair.

Burn budding

Stories with

Half smoked

Cigars.

I've ruined my

Room's walls

With the stains

Of my blood.

Have hit the

Rock bottom

With a pretty

Good thud.

Blue skies are

Just empty wells.

I've chosen death

As my winter wear.

Sorry, you seem

To have something

Else to say..

I wasn't listening..

I've a day to pass,

A war to win.

And prepare myself

For a apocalypse

By night. 

A turmoil in head.

Shipwreck in ribcage.

Tremors to run-down 

My legs..Life stands 

On toenails.

Freedom Paradox

Can there be 

Freedom without

Walls?

A sight without

Shade of the

Dark?

Life without

Fear of death?

Or a desire 

Devoid of 

Incessant threat?

Isn't poetry a

Bondage of

Words.

Music confined

In pauses of

Sound?

A white page

Is of million

Possibilities.

Plain paint,

Of myriad

Analogies.

Standing still,

How withheld

Is a tree?

Cut-lose kite can

Ever be free?

Liquor isn't the

Only tool,

Eyes are 

Intoxicating too.

Birds can be 

Lonely.

Prisons too 

Can be

Someone's envy.

Wouldn't I Be Wanna

When it's cloudy,

Wind, steady..

Drizzles a bit to the

Background of a 

Long lost song..

Why wouldn't I

Be wanna slashed

By your smile. 

Why wouldn't I be

Wanna caged in

Your arms. 

Like a cut lose desire,

Why wouldn't I be

Wanna, at the behest

Of your enchanting

Eyes.