VENTILATOR

I whisper my curiosity into your ear,

“How long you wish to keep me in this ventilator

Will I ever live normal life like others?

Or my days on the earth are over?”

You smilingly say, "Yes” every morning,

Assure me" You will live a normal life, I am trying."

A current of hope passes through my vein,

A message goes on repeating in my brain.

"She is my doctor, if she says I will be back,

It must be true, I trust her, I will be back."

I live the day compromising all my troubles and pains,

Sleep with a dream to see a shining morn.

The next morning, I wake up to see the green field,

The golden sunbeam, the birds fly over my head.

But, I find myself in the confinement of the same theatre.

With its opaque curtains and in the same ventilator.

You enter carrying a professional smile on your face,

Give the same dose of assurance looking into my face.

I protest, Oh no, not again, not again my ever trusted doctor,

Tell me the truth that only your heart knows of my future.

I am bored carrying this artificially bestowed life,

Lift up the ventilator and free me of my strife.

I will never blame you of my departure,

He who has come has to go; I know is the law of nature.

YOUR WIN IS DESTINED

I admit that, selfish waylay as pythons,

To swallow the lives and peace innocent humans.

Greedy waits for the opportunity to nip off the flesh,

From the body of living human beings like vultures.

Crooks camouflage behind winsome words,

Like a slayer sword hides behind a carved scabbard.

Knowledge and conscience are mortgaged near ambition,

Opportunism has become the hidden agenda of person.

Superiority complex of people shadows their wisdom,

And they get involved in mutual warfare like small children.

Passion of wealth corrupts human minds as an enchantress,

Even wise men do dumb things coming under its enticements.

The outlets of lie are crowded and those of the truth isolated,

People feel no shame in lying and counting truthful as stupid.

Principles, concepts of virtue and vice has become outdated,

Doing anything for growth and success is considered as justified.

Fraudulence runs in veins, wickedness in brains,

Lions are on the hunt of stags, you can’t say who, how and when.

They are believers of the almighty in their places of worship,

But in practical life, they do not want to remember His ethics.

Eyebrows are up, swords are bare, an undeclared war is on,

But you do not need to worry or fear, my peace pigeon.

You are a child of nectar, a worshiper of love and peace,

Sordidness will not touch your skirt as you are under His bliss.

You are the truth, will always triumph, will remain justified,

Coming across all debacles your win and glory is destined.

THE TEMPLE

I did not build a castle with sands,

That could drift with the tide. 

I did not see a dream,

That could break with the wakening.

My devotion is not a mere balderdash,

That can change with the circumstance.

I built a temple having four pillars,

Of respect, humbleness, honesty and care.

Secured the adytum with four walls,

 Of trust, perseverance, consistency and self-control.

I laid its roof with the concrete of patience,

Hoisted a flag atop, of sacrifice.

 Engraved the walls with the artistry of hundred verses,

I painted it with the colors of my deep diligence.

Then I installed you as its sovereign empress,

 Composed and sung prayers for your happiness.

Some day in some careless moment,

Due to some lapse or insensibility in my chant.

You vanished out of the sanctum sanctorum,

With a broken heart hearing my dictum.

But I did not dismantle the structure,

Deviated from devotion and discontinued my prayer,

As I trust that one day my prayer,

Will neutralize your anger.

You, that went away with your stubbornness,

Will forgive me and get back to me with your greatness.

Knowledge

Ignorance is a curse,
Whereas knowledge is a grievous curse,
If not reflected in one's endeavor,
If not implemented in one's social behavior,
If used biasedly for preconceived notions,
If utilized to fulfill selfish intentions.

SHORT INTERMISSION

Compelled by a few social obligations,

Pressurized by some work situations

Humbly you wished a short intermission,

To our sweet exchange of emotions.

The need was unavoidably important,

Or else you did not wish a detachment,

Even for a period of a blink of an eye,

From your humble pal and docile devotee.

My innocent eyes bleed, lovelorn heart flutters,

When the silent sobbing of your core,

Reaches and resonates my eager ears,

From under the heavy stone of rupture.

My nights became lengthy and sleepless,

Days turned relentlessly disgusting and restless,

Carrying my soulless body on their shoulders,

With the immortal spirit of our sweet amour.

If you asked me to climb a hill from its steep side,

Or wished an anhydrous fasting for the same period,

Or ordered me to trace your hairpin from an ocean floor,

I could certainly fulfill your demands with ease and pleasure.

But you demanded more than what I can spare,

Wished my heart and lungs to function without air,

Wanted a lamp to remain away from her flame,

Requested the sun to take a refuge of gloom.

Never mind, I am in love and it’s no fun or jest,

Nothing is unaffordable in love for your affectionate,

I grant you leave, enjoy your time and feel free,

Tears are mine, I send smiles for thee.

Detachment cannot lessen my passion,

Rather, the flow will deepen in this separation.

I know, it is just a short intermission and not a termination,

A colorless patch of the painting of our vivid sweet emotions.

My interests, my entity and my smiles are secondary for me,

What I give you is more vital for me than what I take from thee.

Even if you are out of my sight, you dwell in my verses, my nerves,

As mine is not a physical attachment, it is eremite-love.

THE HOLE

On that day, I felt ignored,

My love-laden heart revolted.

Annoyance blinded me for minutes,

I blundered with some bitter retort.

My thorny words created a hole in your heart,

You left my room with utter discontent.

The moment I realized the blunder committed

I sweated to fill the hole created by my silly deed.

I swore to not to repeat the feat in future,

Applied ointment of my tears to heal the sore.

Appealed you to be merciful and give up anger,

In the name my sincere devotion of years.

I wrote letters of apology on rose petals,

Begging pardon for my repenting soul.

Spread lovely tulip, odorous tuberose, soft lotus,

And captivating refined beauty of lily buds,

On your meadows to entrap your attention,

With their bewitching scent and scintillation.

Days passed in wait with my wet cheeks,

But your heart didn’t melt to my heartaches.

The hole did not fill and the bump did not heal,

With the warmness of my tears or to my sincere appeal.

Even God grants pardon for a repenting core,

But probably you did not have that in your store!

I crossed the limit of servitude in adoration,

In order to persuade you to return.

Now I am spent, lost, broken, shattered, licking the dust,

Collect me, accept me, hold me close to your heart.

Or let me perish, and vanish out of the planet,

As you wish, as your conscience permits.

MOBILE NUMBER

In the fixed time of our talk,

My hand robotically reaches the cell phone,

Fingers dance over the keyboard,

Without a guidance from my brain,

As if a memory chip is installed in them with your number.

When you pick up the phone,

Your honeyed voice reaches my eardrum,

I feel the caress of your tender fingers,

Over my fast throbbing bosom;

My soul begins to fly in an ecstasy zone.

We begin an exciting expedition,

In the sphere of adoration,

An honest sharing of hearts and heartaches,

A process of reducing pain and augmenting pleasure

Of each other.

When we talk, do you know what I wait to hear from you?

More than your whisper of “I love you”

The three common words every love-talk contains,

I impatiently wait to hear your openhearted laugh,

As a smile on your lips is all that matters most to me.

I live,

In those few minutes of our conversation,

Exist,

For the next few hours in torturous wait,

To live again in our next contact..

MY MIGRATED BIRDIE

My birdie felt some lacuna in my affection,

Visualized stubbornness in my attitude, distrust in my eyes,

For which she abandoned the coziness of my cottage,

And migrated into the vast sky.

The storm of desertion shattered me,

My peace got drifted away in the flood of my own eyes.

Restlessly I searched her charming face among the flying birds,

In the vast stretch of the enemy sky.

When I failed to spot her or hear her flapping,

The pain of separation vanished out of my brain,

Multifarious strange thoughts took its place,

I became nervous with frightful apprehensions.

Unusual twittering sounds of birds from the far sky,

Reminded me of her jolly gullible character,

I trembled out of the horror of unseen threats to her,

From the stalking instincts and swindle of predators.

When devilish dark clouds surrounded the blue sky,

And the wind wickedly uprooted the green leaves,

My heartbeats grew to bursting proportions,

With the botheration of her well-being and happiness.

I began to pray god for her safety,

“Oh, Almighty, take care of my sweet adoration,

For me, for the sake of love in your greatness,

Keep her safe, happy and flourishing under your protection.”

I pleaded my migrated goddess of love,

“Forgive your adorer; come back to him whenever you wish,

My love-laden heart is anxiously waiting for thee,

Be free to enjoy your days with me as you please”.