By the shores of a red river

Barren cold river shore.
Limbs scattered,
stench, tormenting enough
to melt my bones.
Wish I could escape far from this,
boundless river
casting death spell wherever it goes.

Brutal and red,

challenging the life - it rose high, roared,

swept away the beauty.
In a flash, laughing alive moments

washed away.
Leaving behind,

the broken parts of lives.


My eyes are moist,
at the sight of this gory scene
But I chose to do nothing
was busy building a dam,

securing my life.

secure, though all around
me was vanishing,
obsessed with ‘I’.

Like most other,

busy building their castles and boats,

while thousands are struggling to wade through,

in a desperate attempt to survive...

My castle is ready.

I am safe,

while rest fall off,

dead dry leaves
or a twig facing the heat,

perishing in their independent struggle,

clinging on to the last white grain of sand
by the shores of a red river.

Dew Drops

It's hard to get
everything you desire..
it's even harder to understand
people around you..
life and relations
both are complicated…

Quest is to stay happy..
whatsoever may come..
life will deliver you happiness
only if you give it happiness...

Still I find it hard
to forget those days
like sand it slipped away
won't come back ever
lost with time,

inside me are
the fading, yet fresh memories
more I try to move on,
more I get soaked in the
never ending, but sweet pain

yes you were right
I feel fresh,
After expressing the unexpressed
found reason for this turmoil

but I will move on
to give happiness to life
to get happiness from life
contended with the tiny dew drops
cherish it lifelong....

Washed Away

unkempt and dirty,
smelled of dry blood,
victorious I stood
in the battle field

Sticky dark stains covering
the battle field
and my soul,
with bodies all around
and behind me band played
victory song...

I stood there filled with joy (or false pride),
victorious...thinking of the glory
undefeated was I,
land was mine.....just land

There was a roar in sky,
echoing the cry inside me...
challenging my joy
and then it drizzled
blood red mud all around me

Can't stand my own presence,
what was it...
humanity taking over pride
or the moment or realization for
the victorious master of all

Ah! What pain , the agony inside,
realization when all is gone..
washed away with my stream of greed
With drizzle washed away the greed
and now I am washing the stains...

Unsung Song

Between the lines,
thy pored his heart
and flowing through it, tunes
of agony...pain enough to kill.
poisonous, pity, ugly or poor
call it what may...

Never murmured a word
not a drum beat
strings were even not tuned
composed with..with the never ending sorrows

It was for no one to hear,
except one..who never heard it
in the never composed
composition..were cries of dying soul

Surviving to be beaten again,
tormented and quashed
tune went on..with every sigh
composed till alive
complete with thy death

unsung unheard song
buried in thy grave...