ON BLOODY BANKS

Am I a fisherman, on bloody banks,
With hat on head, and hook in hand,
I close my eyes, drop down my bait,
As time it runs, in hands of fate.

In name of god, exorcists reign,
With ruthless swords, more fishermen slain,
Shouts and cries, is all I hear,
As vandals spread, pure hate and fear.

Dark blood spatters, on blown up heads,
My peaceful pond, now bathes in red,
But I go on, still unperturbed?
My tears withheld, my anger curbed.

Yes I am a fisherman, on bloody banks,
With hat on head, and hook in hand,
I close my eyes, drop down my bait,
As time still runs, this time I pray,

God! Return my peaceful pond,
Its simmering waters and grassy lawns,
Let ceaseless joy and peace sustain,
The tears of heaven,for us ordained!?

TO SARAH

Sarah wears her golden shoes,
In robes of satin, and shining blue,
Bright white pearls, adorn her neck,
Her braided hair, flaunt roses red.

She holds her little, purse in hand,
She calls for moma, shall we take a cab?
To the fairy land, of flowers and dolls?
Of twinkling lights, and colourful walls.

There music flows, and angels fly,
Together they dance, in the starlit night,
As moma claps, and all they sing,
The angels flap their tiny wings.

As tears flow down, her rosy cheeks,
Her dark blue eyes, her smile so sweet,
The sky it roars, a storm does set,
Her satin robes, and shoes go wet.

On blinking eyes, true light, it dawns,
Her ragged hair? Her clothing torn?
And then! she hears, that shreak she dreads,
Wake up, silly girl ! It’s time to beg!!

ON MY HOD…

Words do flow as a brimming river,
But cometh a stream,
Through his scorched realm,
A realm of monotony?
Or a dungeon down deep?
Can’t contemplate in such a state,
Of dreary pains and hollow despair.

The leaves of autumn and withering flowers,
The sands of desert,
And birds at dark,
His wall does block all heavenly breath,
The dance of nature,
Is now at rest,
As the universe stops for infinite time !

UNTITLED

Deep in the abyss, of no return,
Where one ray offers, the light of god,
Does one allure to it ?or to self?,
To the vagaries unsaid of effacing ego,
and the charms, of a painted canvas,
Only to fade in tears of sorrow?,
Or, to that one light, Almighty’s call,
A call to admonish the devils of the mind,
Conquer thyself, hence, conquer thy fate?
Providence presents this palette of choice,
Only providence decides what shades are bright,
The shades of the dark? Or the shades of light?

MAN AND EARTH

Aeons and Aeons, into the past,
In a fairy land, a wonder being,
A mystic force, of heavenly bliss,
She hath blesseth, in shrouded mist.

Knew not the rising deep within,
In depths of universe, and atomic realm,
That pours forth, a great deluge,
Absolve his mother of all her fruits.

As wheels of passion and deep desire,
Drove on and on, set her on fire,
Death despair they filled the air,
All fauna rot, all flora bare.

Can she behold his ceaseless ire?
Her sinew drains, her pantheon tires,
To lend her arms, more strength she calls,
Is she pleading, to sordid walls?

But then shall rise, her faithful sons,
To wage that battle, of righteous ones,
Among the brethren, the true shall reign,
Only then will she sustain.

And this one promise, I do avow,
Her faith and blessings let her bestow!

WHEN DO WORDS FLOW?

A dormant dam curtails the flow,
When showers retard, they open the doors,
The doors to liberation, of a gagged mind,
By burdens and feelings, no vents defined,
Is this the only road??
Perhaps,
In the middle of deserts, or the moon all bare,
In depths of the sea, or great suns glare,
A lonely dungeon, a thousand yard stare,
They do inspire is truth to dare,
And so I say.