Triveni

I was pregnant.

My mind was its womb.

This remembrance I now write,

On its tomb.

Born on a piece of paper,

My fingers were shaping it.

Day and night, hours and minutes,

With steps of mind and heart’s bit.

Suddenly the world saw it

Suddenly my child became outsider

Soon I was abandoned

Soon they casted the divider.

I heard my child’s cry

I heard my soul die

I folded my heart under  the pocket

I graved the verdict as in docket

The world is for survivors.

The world is for heads.

My child left for a school,

Where he was taught to be dead.

wings of "i"

I am aware of the world,

but not the way they

want me to SEE.

I am alive for my cause,

but not the way they

want it from ME.

I am here and I am there,

but not the way they

want me to BE.

Keep me out of this law

I am neither a witness nor a judge

Let the wings of isolation

Cross the city of grudge.

beast frnd

Beauty of my friend

Like my concealed emotive trend

U are a river with comical bend

I am a refusal of every plastic mend

And this story has no the end.

solitude truth of thinking heart

Did I smile in the most natural way?
What a Sin! I shouldn't have done that.
Did I cry with true drops in my eyes?
Damn! I should have used glycerin for that.
Did I open my heart out in public?
Shit! they might see my origin.
Did I share my thoughts and ideas?
Alas! they might steal it or scratch them.
I stand naked with nothing of my own.
Its all yours:
O great world, your great people.

I owned nothing.
I own nothing.
I will own nothing.
My sin is of a man,
Who has seen ,faced ,slaved by ruins of life.
No one to save;Everyone to blame.
Leave me all alone!
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart to torture,
An a mind to kill.
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart of morals,
And a mind of intellect.
Forgive for being human,
Of mediocrity.

Contemplation

Of the face

The mirror remarked reflection of a cynical in race.

But surely a display-able case.

Of the brain

Filled with moments of smile and pain.

Notion of design, drops of tear and song of rain.

Of the heart

Which remain available to all but states to be single.

Dance pleasurably on a retiring jingle.

a stranger

i was in dreams,distant from realism.
got up to see,the depth of this exotic sea.
it was in winters when a "ghost" broke the spell,
i realised:realness is neosis of the hell.

randomness of devil's mind

i rule the kingdom of fallacy.
i lie to no one but all.
that's not in books but in policy.
devil is what they call.

into the webs i stitch
i make men dance
by raising the pitch
and foxing chance

i am the reason why
human is not god
man is always wounded n cry
"life is odd".

i am in mind from where i plot
i am in heart which i clot

randomness of devil's mind
written and felt to be unkind.

ROAD DIRECTING

Searching the road
to travel alone
with my heart and mind
the only companion

End is out of view
this path travelled by a few
Stones will make it hard or maybe harder
but finally nothing seems farther

Don't tell the world
about the times you failed
as it gonna reduce
the people taking this road..

Truth is victim,
follower are often called insane
still are the strongest
who choose to walk through this lane..

Look into yourself
Look at the way
Many questions will
answer you that day..

i wrote this poem on 25th march 2008.

i choose the path then.
i walked through it again.

Austerity

In the hearts of men,
In the hearts of system,
Virtues and vices dwell,
And i remain unaccustomed.

Concern

Is the world sleeping tonight?
Blanket of iniquity hiding the light.

Can you hear the songs on the streets?
Weeps the guitar by its grievous greets.

Where are the eyes of humanity?
A new neighborhood of anonymity.

Who holds the hand of truth?
In this morbidity.

As I see the world tonight.
When nothing seems right.
I sleep back in my grave.
As a nonchalant brave.