Viper ,The Pied Piper

A revolution of rats
Ordained to hole the hats
Under the shield of the night and the lamps of ardor
“Let’s take an oath to dictate all human’s larder”.

Inside the womb of darkness
Presided a giant, sly snake
“Great hogwash at parliamentary sessions
Can only be a part of rat’s obsessions.”

But all politics is not a game.
Be a dictator or some fame.
The power of individual will
Was for eternity an unsettled bill.

On the 'D day',
when rat-men with their swords
Blew the war trumpet
To conquer the indolent lords

The nature of calamity barked
And thus the calender was marked

At finale when humans were tired
Ingress of savior 'the viper' was hired

With each slithery change, he calmed the hyper
That’s how he became the legendary Pied Piper.

Thinking is Evil

allow the heart to think,
and it will bleed.
the blood will not be red,
but the color of devil.

matter of void

You can think and dream

But can you touch  thoughts?

You can possess a heart,

But can you touch love?

You can bleed and lament,

But can you touch pain?

You can dance and laugh,

But can you touch happiness?

You can destroy or die,

But can you touch death?

You can create man

But can you touch god?

color of void

Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.

Winds of time claimed a shade.

Water of emotions burrowed one.

But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.

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.