New year

The delightful sky smiled
At the stroke of twelve
Arctic moisture taped my parched feet
The lavender below whispered in cold

The squirmy sun was ready to peep
The exhausted moon ready to retire
Pleased, the sky threw its black blanket
Waiting to be adorned by the novel attire

The pretty pearl adorned the misty grass
The birds bellowed and assembled as one
To witness the glory of the crimson sun
The brooks today had a revived pace

The petite stones embedded
With the sparkling snow
Crowned the tousled mud
Glittering like diamond

The sun flickered slowly
And bestowed its first kiss
A silent music I heard
Of nothing but a beautiful new year

Two Liners

count your life not in just years
But in those moments of joy and tears

Heaven is not when you die
Heaven is then, when you feel more alive

To reach, I crossed, the seas seven
But in his heart I found the true heaven

What lies besides and what lies behind matters not
But what matters most is what lies within

You touch the soft curls, dancing to the magical tune
And slowly remove the veil from your face and I see the full moon

I have travelled the depths of sea
But in your eyes, true depth I see

Life

From dawn to dusk
The clock just creeps
And we slither along
Making money
At each of the stroke

We run and run
Conquering time
For materialist gain
No time to rest
No time to breathe

We have so much
We need so much more
Money is never enough
Much more luxury we need
To lead a content life

At last we halt
With no vigor left
Enveloped by old age
And we turn back
To revisit the happy moments

All seems blank
Happy moments seem
Silhouetted by our rush
Alas! In our pursuit for a content life
We forgot the real meaning of life

Maiden's revenge

The maiden hums a forlorn tune
At the arrival of the milky moon
Honey spreads in the gaping dale
Yet an ethereal hiss I hear in the gale

The song reminds of her haunting past
Her poignant tale till she breathed her last
As she chants, her life unlocks
All hearts stiffen, they feel a shock

How much more can the phantom strive?
Is she living dead or had she died alive?
Once a princess, she waits all alone
Like a stranger in the place her own

Pampered and nourished, her life was bliss
Her content life, there was nothing to miss
Until the day which shattered her life
The parson betrayed, creating strife

The family succumbed to his white lies
Her own got killed in front of her eyes
Between life and death she was wedged
To take revenge that day she pledged

She ends her song swearing to banish
All goes calm as her spirit vanishes

Day by day her determination grows
She will win, the day is close
She will win, the day is close

I was there...She was there

All was dark
Except a dim beam
I was there
She was there
We were there
Looking at each other
I spoke no word
She spoke no word
She stared and stared
My heart skipped a beat
I ran and ran
Not turning around
I gasped and stopped
And turned around
There she was
Gasping along
I sat at the corner
And closed my eyes
An hour later
She was gone
All was bright…


Electric power was back
And the shadow had vanished…

My angel

Plunged in deep sleep
I slowly opened my eyes
The angel bestowed
Her candid smile
With a gentle touch
She caressed my forehead
I felt like floating in clouds
My burden was gone
I returned to those
Evergreen years of innocence
When I had first met my angel
First ray of radiance had been
Showered on that day
My life had been transformed
From the darkness to luminance
My insecurity and doubts were answered
By the sparkle in those magnificent eyes
So much solace I still feel
At the sight of my angel-my mother

There she sails...

Look at the lovely lady
How she swims in the silent sea
Tactfully tampering the tranquility of thee
Her tender touch sends tremors
In the harmony of the hermit hearts

She is the quintessential queen
The splendor of sea
She flaps and flutters her fingers
Through the twitchy tides

The pretty princess prides
As warriors of the world try to woo
Her blissful beauty bestows
A gallon of glorious glee
Look…there she sails in the silent sea

Note:
This is a poem using Alliteration

Alliteration: When we use the same consonant in several words in the lines of a poem, it's called alliteration. The repetitive letters create a particular sound in the poem. .
Examples:
Summer of Sixty Seven
Suave sailors of Sinbad
Meddling methods of our media
Mirage in the mist?
Misty mountains and mirages?

Terror attack on the once sacred planet - Earth

Fresh blood which was the part of an alive individual, today I see it sprinkled on the road. Yes, it is of one of the victims of the recent terror bomb blast that shook the country. My heart bled watching the images on the television.

A father had set out with high hopes to see the tender feet of his son on pedal, to teach his son a new mode of transport. But the devil struck and he was himself transported out of the world. Similar was the fate of a doctor and his family, where the family is left out of trace. A blast at the place where people are saved and where they fight against destiny to be reborn, is just unimaginable. Yes, I am talking about the hospital. Two days, two cities, similar devastations. When the people were trying to recover from the after shock of the blasts that happened on Friday, they were forced to witness a similar plight in a different city the next day.

The families, truly perplexed wait for their fellow members who have not returned after the blast and there is no clue about their where about.

This is not just the fate of one country. This is a sample of what is happening in the so called prettiest planet “The Earth”. Violence, hatred blood shed covers the first few sheets of news papers everyday. Where has humanity gone?

Nothing is mine
Nothing is yours
We are a part of the world
That is so divine
We came empty handed
We will go empty handed
Why so much hatred
Why so much pain

Wish for peace
Pray for peace

Let this cruel spell cast on earth vanish
Let it once again become sacred and pure…..

Celestial Cinderella -The moon

I heard the soft rustle of the satin attire
As she swooped to light up the darkened sky
She was there spreading her radiant smile
Spellbound was I with this magical sight
Spellbound by the beauty of the Cinderella
All was calm, yet I heard a sweet song
A carrier of peace, a bundle of delight
My fellow humans were lost in a deep sleep
Missing to witness the fairy tale of night
Missing to witness the beauty of the queen
Totally memorized, I lost track of time
A celestial Cinderella, she quietly disappeared
As the first beam of sunshine kissed the earth
I looked for her, but all in vain
Her time was up, she had to leave

I do wait every night for her pretty smile…
To be wrapped in the glory of Cinderella….

Kavidhai...

Mugam parkum kannadi
oviyam aga asai paduvadhu
Unnai kanda pinbu dhan....


kal alle panikatti en idayam
Pilar thunbathin oru thee pori kandu
urugi viduvathal.....

uppu pidikadhu endrai...
Kaneer thuligalai sindhuvadhai nirithiviten...
en kannil vasikum unnai enadhu kaneer nanaikum enbadhal....

En vatriya idhayathil mazhai aga varuvai endru nenaithen
Mazhai aga vara vilai, puyalaga vandhay
En idhayathai un udan eduthu sendrai.....


Neela vanil vaanavil pola sila nodi needikum inbum
Vanavillin vanathai envadharkul maraindhu vidugiradhu....

Enadhu perai vasithai.....
Unadhu perai swasithen....
Unnai nesithen.....
yosithai.....yasithen....
maruthai.....marandhai.....
ninaithen.....maraiduviten....

poem using spoonerisms

Spoonerisms are words or phrases in which letters or syllables get swapped. This often happens accidentally in slips of the tongue (or tips of the slung as Spoonerisms are often affectionately called!):

I have used the following spoonerisms...

fighting a liar lighting a fire
nosey little cook cosy little nook
The blushing crow The crushing blow
a half-warmed fish a half-formed wish
teasing my ears easing my tears
lack of pies pack of lies
flutter by butterfly
ready as a stock steady as a rock
fight in this race right in his face

Note : Pie is a monetary unit formerly in use in India and Pakistan. I have used it in that sense....


I asked her…
Are you fighting a liar
Or lighting a fire
In others heart

Be quiet, she said.. I am suspicious
Of this nosey little cook
I will meet you
At the cozy little nook

We met, she said
I want to give
That blushing crow
A crushing blow

She inquired. Are you with me?
A half-warmed fish and
A Half-formed wish
Is of no use

I said…your meaningless anger
Is teasing my ears
She asked.. is it?
I thought you came here
For easing my tears

You understand not..she said…
I was desparate...lack of pies
Made me believe
His pack of lies…

And he…near me
He used to flutter by
But at last like a butterfly
He left me alone…

But now..I am..she said
Ready as a stock
And steady as a rock
To face him…and take revenge

I said…I am with you...worry not
We will fight in this race
And show him who he is
Right in his face

Poem using heteronyms

Heteronyms are words that are spelled identically but have different meanings when pronounced differently. For example:

Lead, pronounced LEED, means to guide. However, lead, pronounced LED, means a metallic element.

Her life was never content
Alas…she had never understood
The true content of her life
A failure it was…

She had alternated
Between all the
Available alternatives
But had been duped by her own fate

She stood there
Like a sole tree in a desert
Deserted….
By her own

She had become an object of criticism
Those cruel eyes drilled her soul
But could she object?

Like a prisoner of fate
She housed herself
In the walls of her own house
She could stand no more

Had her life become a refuse?
She refused to budge
The fate refused to budge
But she had decided to outwit it

She saw the hoarding…
Recreation for the weekend
She laughed…her life had no purpose now
Only if she had been able to recreate her life

She signed
Even the ink betrayed
She resigned her death note
Now she was ready to resign her life…

Life was so close
But she closed her heart.
The moment arrived…she did it
Minutes passed…she felt not even a minute pain

As the number in her clock paced
She felt more number
As she winded her life
She felt the cold wind
Then everything was still

Then peace

Random musing

She was at the corner
Of the vast room
Flipping the pages
Of her thick Novel

I, at the other end
Was looking at her
Her curly hair
Swaying with breeze

Her tender quivering lips
Her ocean blue eyes
Her milky white face
Her satin skin...

Truly unaware of me
She went on reading
Suddenly she felt a chill
All went dark

Raising her head
She looked at me
I felt a shock
I lowered my glance

With a snail’s pace
She marched towards me
I wanted to shrink
I was so mortified

She was so near
I could see
The rose of her lips
She held me in her hands

Slowly she took the match box
And lighted me
All was bright
Once again….

camouflages - chapter 9

Chapter 9

With fear Andrew continued “I can’t tell you the details about how I got the money for my wife’s treatment as I have agreed on confidentiality of that matter, but I can assure that it has nothing to do with the death of my master. I plead you to believe me. I can never think of anything like that”. Kevin said “Only time can decide. Let us see. You may go now. Would you tell Mr. David to come and meet us once he is in?”. Andrew replied “Sure sirs”.

Kevin and Perry were each busy in their own line of thoughts. There was a gloom surrounding them as if they had disappeared and only vacuum existed in that room. Suddenly Perry arose from his chair and began to look at the array of books in the display. He felt amused at the wide array of display covering all the kinds of book. But it was thoroughly a matter of pity that the books were covered with dust. Truly no one had used this room properly for a long time. His thought process was interrupted by a silent knock at the door. He turned back and saw David at the door. Kevin welcomed David in. Perry slowly returned back to his seat and came back to the present.

David talked “I guess you people wanted to see me. I am ready to help you in any way possible. I just want to see the murderer behind the bars”. Kevin felt surprised at the readiness in David’s voice but he wanted to test him. He replied “Thank you Mr. David. That would make our job easy. Er..Would you tell us if you were aware that your boss wanted to change his will?”. David replied “Is it so? I did not know that. I did not much about his personal affairs”. Perry who had been looking at the green and peaceful vista outside suddenly spoke as if making his presence felt “You might very well have known that his business comes to your control after he died. I have no doubt about it”.

David’s face slightly turned red. Quickly composing himself he continued “Yes, I was aware of that. But I did not know that he wanted to change his will. But now when I come to think of that, I feel it is quite possible. But what change he would have wanted to make in the will, I am not sure. As far as I see, he was having conflicts with everyone in the family and thinking about the problems in his business, I must say he was in a pitiable position.”. Quite curiously Perry asked “Business problem?. What problem are you referring to”. Casually David continued “We had been continuously losing our tenders to our opponent company. We began to have our suspicions that an insider was involved”. Kevin and Perry looked at each other. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the local policeman announced that the autopsy report was available.

David’s turn….

Camouflages - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Alicia said “You mean to say that my step father wanted to change the will?”. Perry inquired “you look surprised. Didn’t you know?”. Alicia mutterd “I knew nothing about that. I never had or never will have any intentions of murdering anyone”. Kevin added “You say so?. Ok could you tell us something about your relationship to the family lawyer? I understand that you are a very affectionate person, but were you extra affectionate towards him”. Alicia gasped “everybody knows, I love him very much. Does that bother you?”. Kevin seemed amused “Not at all Miss Alicia. . I must say that you are a very bold person”. Alicia replied “Why should one hide the truth. It will come out one day.”. Perry agreed and asked “What do you have to say about the growing affection between your step sister Kathy and your lover Louis?”. With anger Alicia yelled “It would be better if you do not bring that up now”. Kevin replied “I can see that you are disturbed by it. But I wonder how far you went or how far you are ready to go…. Ok, I think we are done for now. We will get back to you if we have any further questions. Thanks for your time miss Alicia.”.

Kevin asked “Perry what do you think of the interview?”. Perry answered “The camouflages are slowing disappearing. Time will tell…I will call the servant Andrew to check if Mr. Peterson’s assistant David is available?”.

Andrew entered and informed them that Mr. David was out on business and will return back after some time. He was heading towards the door when Perry stopped him and said “oh..Andrew, you are already on your way. If you are not that busy, we would like to know your views on some issues”. Looking nervous Andrew took his seat and lowered his eyesight. Kevin asked “Your family has served Mr. Peterson’s family for a long time. How do you feel about the family?”. Andrew answered “Our family is obliged
to our master’s family. Senior Peterson was a wonderful man. He treated everyone as equals. It was a wonderful time working for him. I often miss those days”. Perry interrupted and added “That I can see. He also left you some share which you were supposed to get when junior Peterson died. Am I not right? I feel you were not quite happy with the way Junior Peterson’s treated you. You are talking just about your senior master”. Nervously Andrew chuckled “No, I did not mean that. I was about to tell about him, but you interrupted me”. Perry looked at him “oh…I am sorry. You can continue. Tell me how you felt about Mr. Peterson?” Andrew replied “As you are very well aware of him. He had quite a temper. But having lived with him for so many years I had come to know about him and did not feel for what he did in anger. His true intentions were not bad”.

Kevin looked surprised and asked “You didn’t feel even when he refused your request for a small loan. You did not feel even when it meant a lot to you. You did not feel even when that money was valuable for saving your wife’s life?”. Nervously Andrew began to bite his nails. He muttered “What you people trying to say?”. Perry said “You don’t understand eh….According to your senior master’s will you were supposed to get the money after junior Peterson’s death. So your master’s death profited you. Were you involved?”. With tears Andrew answered. “You cannot accuse me of my master’s death. I am innocent. I am devoted to that family”. Kevin added “Let us see how much truth is on your side. By the way where is your wife now. She is in hospital right? How did you manage to get the money for it?”

Andrew starred at them….

The cook cooks his story….

Camouflages - chapter 7

Chapter 7

Kathy continued “If you think that I can be so brutal to kill my own father, then you are wrong. I was angry with him, I agree. I wanted him to pay for his deeds, but murder never crossed my mind. He was my father. How can I have done this to him? Leave alone him, I could never do anything like that to any individual”. Kevin asked “What do you think of your family lawyer Mr. Louis? We have inkling that he is being more affectionate to you now. We have also heard gossips about him and Miss Alicia”.

Kathy replied “He is our family lawyer and I have no idea about his personal matters. May be he would have understood what I am going through and the concern that he shows is quite natural under the circumstances”. Kevin asked “So you don’t see anything suspicious? Strange.. what do you have to say about your relationship with your father’s assistant David? I am sorry to say, but some gossip about you both is also going around the town”. Feeling unhappy Kathy looked away. Then she looked directly at Kevin and answered “ I don’t see how this question is related to the crime. I feel I have answered enough of your questions. If you permit, I have other business to look after”.

Perry asked “I have one more last set of questions. After answering that you are free to go. Was your father fair to leave only 25% of property to you and the remaining to your step mother and sister? Did it cause you to feel more betrayed? Did you feel devastated? Tell me truth, Did you kill your father or not?”. Kathy sobbed and said “I have not killed my father. Please believe me. She stared at the ceiling once again. After controlling herself, she seemed like a different person. If you have no more questions, I would like to leave”.

Both Kevin and Perry nodded. After Kathy left, Kevin muttered, “interesting”. Perry inquired “Who is the next fish?”. Kevin said. “Only 3 left. Who shall we call next?”. Perry said lets see what Alicia has to say about this?

Alicia entered. She asked “I guess you gentlemen wanted to see me. Could you ask me your questions fast? I have an important appointment”. Perry said “sure madam, we have a few questions, after which you are free to go”. Alicia nodded. Perry continued “How do you feel about your mother?”. Alicia replied “By now you might have known how Kathy felt for her father. I felt the same way about my mother. These relations, they are so complex. I loved as well as hated my mother. My mother thinks that money is the biggest thing in world and she can do anything for it. She left my father for it and look at her now. She is adorned with such expensive jewels while my real father doesn’t have money even to fill his stomach”. Perry asked “so you say she married Mr Peterson’s for money?”. Alicia shrugged “What else could be the reason?”. Kevin inquired “So why r u with her now. Do you also have the same love for money?”. Alicia replied “It was because of the court order. As my father was not able to support me, I had to stay with my mother, but I have been constantly in touch with him and helping him in the ways I can”. Perry asked “So you say you are not interested in money?”. Alicia said “yes, money will go one day. It is affection I yearn for”.

Kevin said “ok, so you yearned for your father’s affection and you loved your mother in a way. So you could not punish her as well. So was it your step father, whom you felt responsible for what happened? Did your rage cause you to take such an action”. Alicia yelled “What action?”. Kevin said “Murder of your step father of course. Would it not solve all the problems? Your mother would have the money and you both can go back to your real father and lead a peaceful life. Am I right”. Perry added “or was it for the fear that Mr Peterson would change the will and you would not be able to change your fate?”

Alicia did not look happy and stared at both of them

Alicia’s speaks ….

Camouflages - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Kevin inquired “You mean to say, Mr. Peterson had changed his mind and wanted to change the will?”. Louis nodded his head. Perry asked “Do you know what made him change his mind or in whose favor the new will was supposed to be?”. Louis said “He did not give me any hint and as I was going to meet him soon, I thought it quite inappropriate ate to ask about it over phone. But I could feel the urgency in his voice”. Kevin muttered “I see”. Perry asked “Could you tell us the procedure you and your client followed while preparing any legal document like the will”. Louis answered “My client was well educated and very much aware of the law. Being an impatient man, he used to prepare the document himself and then I used to review the same for any changes. We used to dispose the old copy and create a new copy and then my client used to sign it”. Perry queried “Impatient you say.... Do you know if anyone else was aware that he was going to change the will and is it possible that he might have already prepared the new will”. Louis replied “If anyone else is aware of this or not, I can’t say for sure. Truly the murderer might have known. But my client did not mention any such information to me. If you ask me if he could have prepared the new will? I would say it is possible, taking into account his urgency. I could smell something wrong. But I don’t have any further information about the will.”

Perry said “I agree with you. Probably the murderer came into the possession of the will. It is one possibility.You say you did not see the new will. Is it not so?”. Louis replied with anger “Yes, I did not see it”. Kevin said “I think that’s all for now. We would get back to you in case of further questions. Thank you for your time.”

After Louis left Perry asked Kevin “What do you think of the fellow? Do you think he is telling the truth?”. Kevin replied “Only time will tell. Lets see. I also hope that the autopsy report sheds some light. When is it expected to arrive?”. Perry replied “I guess by tomorrow”.

The next person to be interviewed was Kathy. After she was seated, she stared at the ceiling with a dumb expression. Suddenly she heard someone calling her name. She came back to the present and said “sorry, I was lost in my own thought. I am not able to cope up this blow yet. I should have compromised with my father. But it is too late now and she begun to sob”. Perry handed her a tissue. After she controlled herself she said “Sorry for creating a scene, I am now ready to answer your questions”.

Kevin nodded in agreement and asked “You now feel for your father’s death but did you show any sympathy for him when he was alive?”. Turning red hot Kathy replied “You are asking this even after you know how he had treated me and my mother? I wanted to take revenge for all the hurt he had caused. I wanted to take revenge for not treating my mother like how he treated Jennifer”.

Perry said “Revenge you say. What kind of revenge? Was it murder?”.

Kathy laughed “You think so? Let me make myself clear…”

Kevin and Perry looked amused…..

Kathy spills her heart……

Camouflages - chapter 5

Chapter 5

After careful thinking Louis continued “I have always felt sympathy for that girl Kathy. I think that she had always yearned for her father’s love and now when her father is no more, I could understand what she is going through. Regarding the gossip that you have heard, that is true. I am basically a friendly person and as you suggested I had met Alicia many times. You can take that in any sense but I think there is nothing wrong in that and by the way, I don’t think this is anyway related to Mr. Peterson’s murder, so it would be better if you could leave my personal life alone ”. Perry said “ We ask it because it is related to the crime. You may not understand the link now, but in years I have learnt that you should not leave any loose threads. All the facts are important. You can’t be blind to these insignificant facts as you call them”.

Kevin said“Perry, I think we can leave this topic for now. I don’t want to embarrass Mr. Louis in any way if he is not comfortable. Now comes the main matter. Could you give us the details of the legal heirs for Mr. Peterson’s properties? To simplify could you tell about Mr. Peterson’s will and how he had divided the property”. Louis answered “According to Senior Peterson’s will, (Mr Michael Peterson’s father), Mr. Peterson came into the possession of the family property when he turned 18 and he had freedom to divide his share among anyone he pleased. Senior Peterson had also allocated a small amount to Andrew’s family as they had served his family for three generations and Andrew was supposed to obtain it when Junior Peterson died. My client had transferred the property to his first wife, but after her death he had changed his will again”. Perry inquired “Was it after he married Jennifer?”. Louis replied “yes of course. That woman had indeed had a charm and my client was dancing to her tunes. I can very well say that even though she bestowed her affection towards Kathy or she acted to say more clearly, she wished her own daughter Alicia to come in possession of the money.” Perry whistled and said “interesting”. Kevin said so according to the new will who were the legal heirs?

Louis continued “According to the new will Alicia and Kathy both got 25% share each, Jennifer got the remaining. Mr David Nicholas was supposed to come into the possession of Mr. Peterson’s business and he was supposed to share the 50% of the profit with the family. So all except me became the heirs of my client’s property”. Perry inquired “Does that affect you in any way”. Louis barked “Absolutely not. I just told you the facts. But I was confused when my client called me yesterday morning and told that he wanted to change the will. I was supposed to meet him after dinner, but after the violent outburst, I thought it was not the best time for business and pushed aside the idea.”

Kevin and Perry looked at him with interest….

The plot thickens….

Camouflages- Chapter 4

The next person to be interviewed was the family lawyer Louis. Perry asked him “You are the family lawyer right. How long have you served the family?”. Louis replied “ I have been with the family for twelve years”. Kevin asked “Could you tell us something about the Peterson family”. Louis thought for some time and answered “As far as I have known about him, I can say that he was a complex man. He was a lion when it came to his business. He was very well talented, that you could have guessed from his success. Personally he was a man with few words. He was not a man to let out his feelings easily. But then I wonder why he married a woman like Jennifer?. She is a tigress who appears to be a meek goat in appearance. I sometimes wonder what motive she had in marrying my client. I would not be surprised if it turned out to be money. Everything is possible when money is considered. His first wife was in far more contrast when compared to Jennifer. She was to say a perfect match for Mr. Peterson. She was a calm and composed lady. But eventually the relationship turned sour and like every household they started having problems. Then Mrs. Peterson’s health deteriorated and she died.”. Kevin nodded

Louis continued “Kathy was not happy with the relationship between her parents and she wanted everything to change soon. But poor girl, nothing happened as she expected. And what more could happen, he married Jennifer and she was in the midst of a nightmare. And to her surprise Jennifer treated her so well. Having heard about the relationships between the step mother and daughter this sometimes seems odd. Either Jennifer is a powerful actress or she is indeed what she seems to be. She even treated her own daughter badly.”

Kevin asked “How was your relation with Alicia. We have heard some gossip going around. We actually did our home work before arriving here. Isn’t it helpful?”. Louis face became red hot. He replied “ It is true that she liked me, but I am not serious about the relationship. I think she is a weird girl”. Perry muttered “By the way we heard that you both spent quite a time together and your rendezvous with her is on everybody’s lips”. Louis sighed “these gossips”. Kevin continued “But now when I saw you both in that room, I could find something odd. You both did not seem amiable and I could feel that your affection has been shifted to Kathy. Is it not so?” .

Louis starred…

The interview continuous….

Camouflages - Chapter 3

Jennifer yelled “What do you mean. Are you trying to say that I married him for the money?”. Kevin said “Madam that is the talk of the town”. Jennifer nodded “Town. Who are these town people? They like to rip the life of others. They constantly need some topic for gossip. Would a millionaire be spared? I don’t think so?”. Perry questioned “ But I hear that the relationship between Peterson and his first wife was quite strained. Then why was he that much affected by his wife’s death?” Jennifer answered “that’s quite true. But after living with him for some time, I have come to know that Peterson was a man hard as rock but beneath him was a soft individual. He was not a man to let out his emotions easily. That was against his pride. But he truly loved his wife and his daughter. That’s what I felt.” Perry nodded and said “I can understand”.

Kevin asked the next question “How was the relationship between him and his daughter Kathy?”. Jennifer said “Kathy loved her father, but hated him in a way. She believed that he had treated her mother badly and he was responsible for her death. But she had begun to change her mind about him when he was in complete agony after her mother’s death. She also wanted to mend with him. But then he married me and she felt betrayed again. Seeing me in her mother’s place made her mad. She was not cordial with me. But I believed that she was like my child and treated her well and slowly she began to understand my love for her. But she could never forgive her father”.

Perry’s next question was about the outburst at the dinner. Jennifer told them that the outburst started with Peterson accusing everyone. He told “Every one of you is wearing a camouflage. I can see that. You are not what you seem. I have been betrayed by each and every one of you. He accused me of marrying him for money, his daughter for not understanding him, when he was in agony and so on. It was a heated argument which had left everyone shocked, but no one had expected this to happen.” Kevin said “Seems interesting..Thank you Mrs Peterson. That’s all for now. We will get back to you if we have any further questions.” After Jennifer left Kevin murmured “Peterson was true in a way. Every human wears a camouflage. It is this camouflage that we have to tear to look at the true individual inside. Each one is not what we seem. What do you think perry?”. Perry agreed “Yes, you are right my dear friend. I feel this case is going to get interesting. The interview with Jennifer went on well. Let’s see what the others have to say. I hope the autopsy also yields some useful results.” Saying this they both smiled in agreement…


The mystery unfolds....

Camouflages - chapter 2

The police arrived along with the forensic team. There was a loud commotion everywhere as the team was busy searching the house for clues. A huge crowd had gathered outside. Michael being one of the richest men in the town and a renowned businessman, obviously everyone was interested in the proceedings. Soon the two detectives Kevin Johnson and Perry Thomas arrived. The duo was world renowned for solving even the complexes cases which had left others perplexed. The detectives viewed the crime scene. It was clear that it was well planned murder. Kevin said "We would like to talk to each one of you separately".

Jennifer accompanied them to the library. After they were seated she asked them if wanted anything to drink. They agreed on coffee. Andrew served them coffee. Once he was out of the room, Kevin glanced at Jennifer. He coughed. After thinking for some time, he spoke "I have some questions and I hope that you will be honest to let us know everything that can help us in solving this case. I hope your would be interested in seeing your husband's murderer behind the bars. Is it not so?". She nodded. Perry asked "Mrs Jennifer, we believe that you are the second wife of Mr Peterson, Is it not? When did you get married to him and how”. Jennifer replied “I got married to him last year. We met at a restaurant. I had been in London for a short trip then and I dined regularly at that restaurant during my trip. I was curious about this man. He was truly in pain and drank heavily. I felt sympathy for him and started loving him and we got married later”. Perry barked “Then you must have known that he was a millionaire. Isn’t it and you tried to be friendly with him and as expected he fell for you. He was a man in pain and felt solace in whatever was offered”.

More to come....

Camouflages - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sitting at the end of the table was Mr Michael Peterson. To his right was his daughter Miss Katherine Peterson alias Kathy. To his left were his second wife Jennifer Peterson and his step daughter Alicia. Also present were the family lawyer Louis Simpson and Mr. Peterson's assistant David Nicholas. The environment was quite gloomy after the violent outburst and no one spoke as the dinner was being served by the servant Andrew. Andrew's family had been serving the Peterson's family for three generations. He was well aware of his master's temper. He quickly served the dinner and headed towards the kitchen without speaking a word. He knew that hell had broken and a bad curse had been cast on the family. He was aware that something bad was going to happen. He quietly absorbed the expression on each face as he exited the dining hall.

Michael finished eating and exited the hall as if in a confusion. He did not seem well. Others exchanged glances but no one spoke a word. It was not until he reached his room, the others stirred from their positions. Everyone exited the hall and headed towards their respective rooms.

Alicia went to her mother's room. Her mother gasped and said "I was aware that this was going to happen but I did not predict it to happen so soon". Alicia said "Michael should learn to control his temper. Otherwise he would have to pay a heavy price for it". Jennifer said "Seal your mouth my dear. You don't know that even the walls can hear and especially in this house, I have felt that often. so be careful". Alicia shrugged and went to her room.

Kathy was awakened by a loud cry. She headed towards the direction from which the sound was coming. As she headed towards the room she could see the others approaching as well. She found herself near her father's room. Andrew was just exiting from his master's room. His face registered a clear shock. He was unable to utter even a word. He just pointed his finger towards the room and with great difficulty uttered a word "master". Others gazed towards the direction of his finger. Kathy's heart thumped. Jennifer slowly opened the door. Lying on the floor was Michael's corpse. His face was completely blue. The next moment Jennifer felt giddy and was on floor. Alicia rushed to get some water. There were tears on the corner of her eyelids. She quickly sprinkled some water on her mother. Kathy was starring at her father. She could not believe what she saw. Tears were flowing continuously from her eyes. David and Louis were also shocked. Louis rushed towards the phone and called the Police. Each one was lost in their own thoughts as they waited for the police to arrive….

More to come....

Sunflowers

Besides the lake, beneath the tree
My golden sunflowers smile in glee
Facing the sun, they swing along
Dancing to the beats of my unsung song

A sprinkle of bliss, a packet of glee
I receive my share from beauty of thee
Thousands of you stand in a swarm
Melting my heart with your splendid charm

In moments of grief, I steal a glance
Truly enthralled, I lock you in my trance
And in my heart a pleasure showers
At the sight of these splendid sunflowers

Glory is for thee

Rose you seek...
At the sight of thorn
You seem so meek
You step back
And accept defeat
With a vision of an owl
And rock solid hope
Boost your pace
Glory is for thee
A blooming rose
Is waiting for thee

Tamil Kavidhaigal

Kadarkarayil amarndha unnai kanden
Un viralgalin asaivil….isaiyai kanden
Un punnagayil…. isaiyai kanden
Un swasathil…. isaiyai kanden
Un mounathil…. isaiyai kanden
Nan isai rasiganai irupadhunal alla
Un ovavoru asaivil isai vasipadhal

Kadalin aazhathil sendru muthai eduthen
Aanal un kangalin aazhathay kanda pinbu dhan
Naan aazhathin arthathay arindhu konden

Oru paarvai parthu vitu
oru punnagay veesi vitu
nee sendru vitay
anal en idhayathil uruvagiya puyalai
nee ariya villai



mounathin mozhi arindhirindal
un ovavoru mouna nodi kondu
oru kavyam padaithirupen….


Nittham marana bayathil vazhum manidhan
Yudhathal suyndhulla bhoomi
Ratthathal ezhudapatta kaviyam

Idhin naduvil..
Muthathal manadhai ninaikum kuzhandhai….


Unnai kandadhum
Vetkapatta vennila
Megathay mugamoodiyay
Kadanaga ketadhu…..


Kangalai moodinen..unnai kanden
Kangalai thirandha udan nee maraindhu vitai
Aayul muyuvadhum thookam samadham enaku
Kanavil nee varuvadhal

Is that me?

Her reflection she sees
Skin coarse as a rock
Even the mirror can’t conceal
The scars of her life
The bubbly vivacious girl
Suddenly seems so dull
Innocence swapped
With the coat of veracity
A stranger stares
With protruding eyes
Few years she cried
All tears have dried
A mocking song
She hears in despair
A bed of rose couldn’t heal
The pain of thorns
A stranger she sees
And keeps wondering
“Is that me?”

Brochure of my life

In the brochure of my life I see
My sweetened dreams
Set as a crystal
My margarine heart
Melting in compassion
My salty tears
Dissolving in care
My frozen fears
Defrosting with hope

Yet I see
My own mirror
Reflecting a stranger….

Shayaris

Mein kavitha hoon
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Shabdon mein rang bharti
Dilo mein umag bharti
Kabhi hasathi, to kabhi rulathi
Kabhi batati, to kabhi chupathi
Mein Kavitha hoon...

Shabdo ko dhage me phiroti
Aur chedti hoon main ek saaz
Ban jati hai jo har dil ki dhadkan
Aur har dhadkan ki aawaaz
Haan main kavitha hoon…



phere tune sur,jodi maine taal
kho gayi tujme is tarah, hua bura haal

Teri jhukti nazar ne teer e aashiqui mere dil pe maara
Ab marna to door, na jee sakon dobara

Koshish itni thi ki, tere dil ko jeet, tujse ek phool paon
Ab na mujhe thukrao, mere jhanaze par to ek phool chadao

khayalo me ek kohra sa cha jaata hai
jab dil ke darwaze par woh dastak deta jata hai

Khoya chain aur khoyi nindiya
Jab dekha tera noor aur teri pyaari bindiya

kabhi shaam se bat karti hu kabhi chand ka didar karti hu
Juda hokar bhi tujse har pal ikrar karti hu

chaha tujhe aur badnaam ho gaya
Tune ek jhalak jo dekha mera kaam tamam ho gaya

sagar ki gehrayi mein bhi hum dhoob kar aaye hain
par teri aankhon me jhak kar, hum gehrayi ko samaj paye hai

Kudrat ka karishma, ya koi ajeeb khel hai
Ishq khuda ka tohfa, do haseen dilon ka mel hai

kya batayen humne tere bin kaise kate yeh din aur kaise kati yeh raatein
Har lamhon me hame yaad aaye aap aur aap ki madhoosh batein

zindagi

Sab kuch ek pal begana, ek pal apna lage
zindagi ek pal hakikat, ek pal sapna lage
Haaton ki lakeeron mein apna nishan doondhathi hoon
Hoon zindagi se khafa, maut me wafa dhoondati hoon


Aankhon mein jami aansuon mein nami mehsoos hoti hai
Hoon zindagi se door, zindagi mein kami mehsoos hoti hai

Mazhai thuli

Aal Kadal, senkadhiravan,
neela vanam, karmegam
Serndhu isaitha isai- mazhai thuli

kannir thuligal

Thunbathai karaika
Mana kasapai murika
kobathai kuraika
Vedhainaigalai ozhika
Inbathai peruka
Mana ganathai eraka
Iraivan uruvakiya muthukal- kannir thuligal

Neeyum oru

Neeyum oru malar
mithi patu podhilum manapathal

Neeyum oru sudar
Unnaye erithu kondu ulagil oli veesuvathal

Neeyum oru paravai
Neela vanil un perai ezhudha thudipathal

Neeyum oru thai
Ulagin sumaiyai un sumaiyaga ninaipadhal

Neeyum oru kadal
Eeralamana unarvugalai un ull pudhaipadhal

Neeyum oru katru
Thunbhangalai modhi vitu selvadhal

Neeyum oru karmegam
Sukha dukhathil kannir thuligalai sindhuvathal

Neeyum oru meyuguvathi
Pilar thunbangalai kandu uruguvadhal

Neeyum oru senthamarai
Setril irundhum poopathal

Neeyum oru udal
Marayapogum nalai ninaithu kalanguvadhal

Neeyum oru uyir
Maraya pogirai endru therindhum vazhvadhal

Life is all about....

Life is all about
Seeing sugary dreams with salty tears
Sailing smooth in a rough path
Aiming high when you are low

Life is all about
Being hard inside, soft outside
Adopting the new, remembering the old
Searching for light in the darkness

Life is all about
Doing your best when the conditions are worst
Taking life easy when the going gets tough
Forgetting the bitter experiences, recalling the sweet lessons

Life is all about
Smiling outside when you cry within
Feeling alive when you are almost dead
Staying young forever, even when you are old

Life is all about
Forgetting your foes, remembering your friends
Straightening yourself when you are crumpled
Giving a fresh starting when you are at world’s end

Prakriti

Bheega sama aur bheega nazaara
Badalon ke chadar ne humko sawara
Sharmathe hue sooraj ni kiya ishara
Muskurate hue panchi ne hame pukara

Barish ki boondon mein gham ghul gaye
Udasi ke sare nishan dhul gaye
Dil hua bechain, ek unkahi hulchal
Prakrithi ki jadoo mein hum hue shamil

Is nazare ko aankhon ne dekha
Aur dil ne chura liya
Chupke se inko sameta
Aur dil me basa liya

Hum

Tere payal ki jhanak
Balo ki mehek
Khangan ki khanak
Aankho ki jhalak
Pe hum marte hai

Tere aankho ki nami
Baaton ki kami
komal man
sadepan
Me hum jeete hain

Aapke yaadein

Kya batayen tere bin
humne kaise kate ye din
Aur kaise kate yeh raten
Har lumho mein hame yaad aaye
Aap aur apki mudhosh baatein

Aap se juda hokar humne
Jeena chod diya
Aapki aankhon se peete they
Ab peena chod diya

Apki ek jhalak ko
Ab tak hum tarse
Aaj khuda hai meharbaan
Do yeh baadal hai barse

Kya batayen tere bin
humne kaise kate ye din
Aur kaise kate yeh raten
Har lumho mein hame yaad aaye
Aap aur apki mudhosh baatein

Intezaar

Tujse milne ki fariyad karenge
In suni raaton mein tujhe yaad karenge
Chaha tujhe teri chahat par etbar karenge
Marte dum tak tera intezaar karenge

Na koi shikva ya shikayat karenge
Tu salamat rahe yahi ibadat karenga
Chaha tujhe teri chahat par etbar karenge
Marte dum tak tera intezaar karenge

Aakri saanson tak tujse pyar karenge
Aapki inayat hai, aashiqi ki hadd paar karenge
Chaha tujhe teri chahat par etbar karenge
Marte dum tak tera intezaar karenge

Jab tum aaoge

Mere sune bageche me phool khilenge us din
Jab tum aaoge titli bankar
Mere neele ambar me roshini hogi us din
Jab subha laogey tum sooraj bankar

Mere adhure sur pure honge us din
Jab tum aaoge taal bankar
Meri naav paar hogi us din
Jab tum aaoge kinara bankar

Mere andhere jeevan me ujala hoga us din
Jab tum aaoge deepak bankar
Meri kavitha mein jeevan hoga us din
Jab tum aaoge humare bankar

Victims

Rebelling fate in their life’s crusade
Tampered spirits, with patience they wait
All seems dim, where are their shades?
Soiled blood, growling souls
Innocence lost, independence mauled
In silhouette of night, silent tears they shed
Survivors of war, victims of hatred

Humanity they seek
Justice they seek
Peace they seek
Life they seek

The phoenix

Excruciating grief burning the heart
Hope flees away as smoke
My wishes and desires blazes away
All that is left is the ash of my soul
My soul dies a million deaths
But never does it renounce rises again
A phoenix, it rises from the ash
Creating a new me with an invigorated spirit
Filling new hopes inside my heart
A new individual is born once more
To live a life and death yet again

Angel and devil

An assortment of the angel and the devil
A sphinx with the head of a human
Body of a monster and wings of an eagle
The wings signifies the cherub’s power
The body symbolizes the malevolent evil
The head embodies the human spirit
Wedged between the good and the bad
The human spirit takes both forms
Sometimes the angel takes the supremacy
The human becomes compassionate and selfless
We get a glimpse of the godliness
Sometimes the devil has the full clout
The latent monster slowly comes out
Narcissistic and spiteful face is shown
The wings of the angel heave us to the heaven
The body of the monster shoves us to the hell
Lodged completely, the soul fights back
With great determination one of the powers win
And it becomes the person’s identity

Charisma of the first rain

The chilled plummet of the first rain
Descended slowly, fell in a bed of leaf
The leaf caught the pretty pearl
Crystal dew was thus formed

Singing cuckoos, dancing peacocks
The splendor trees magnetized by the tune
A symphony of nature was going on
The rejuvenated souls, the sorrows gone

It was indeed an elating sight
The delighted sun slowly came out
It peeped and witnessed a miraculous vista
Was thoroughly stunned by the splendid beauty

A vibrant rainbow was thus formed
It painted the sky with the astonishing colors
It painted the hearts with new spirits
It was the charisma of the first rain

Clutch of serendipity

Unsullied hearts, eager eyes
Suave life with no grumble
Heaving with compassion
There was so much comradeship
What more could one ask for?

But they were ignorant of the imminent debacle
Could one flee from the clutch of serendipity?
A vicious spell had been cast
An atrocious web had been weaved
They were the bait in this sadistic plan

Today the land lies barren
Soaked with fresh blood
Devoid of life forms
The ghost lies sleeping beneath
Howling and weeping during the night

The air still smells of death
The gust recites the sad tale
They implore for justice
They urge for peace
They want to rest now, they can witness no more.....

The hunter and the bird

A somber twilight
The hunter's delight
An awful sight
A bleeding bird's plight
A broken arrow
The aching marrow
Tearful eye
Mournful sigh
The bird's anger
The hunter's hunger

A trapped bird

A trapped bird in a solitary confinement
Busted wings, sodden with blood
Frozen tears and comatose spirit
The soul and the body naysay each other
The body is worn out, can't put up with more
The soul still buoyant, believes in a better tomorrow
A combat going on between the soul and the body
Whichever may win the trounce is for the bird
If the bird dies, a disgruntled ghost remains
With unfulfilled desires packed within
If the bird lives, the body does suffer
With agonizing pain, it cries within
Now what could be the justice and how should be its fate?
The pathetic bird is stuck up in this crucial maze

The symphony of life

Sometimes life seems like a curtailed song
With a kaput tune and a meaningless lyric
The melody goes on without any fervor
The whole concert seems totally out of sync
The music and the song gainsay each other
But whatever might be, the show must go on
What we need is a little fine tuning
A little self drive, a little motivation
To bring the gig back on the track
And once tuned, the melody flows smoothly
And life once again, becomes a delightful symphony

The tale of a land

The only witness of the disastrous event
Each of the grain has a warrior’s name
A globule of blood is embedded in each of the sand grain
A historical land where thousand corpses sleep
The ghosts lie beneath reciting the sad tale
A poppy plant stands on top of each grave
With external beauty and venom filled inside
The onlookers are oblivious of the awful past
Truly mystified by the flower’s beauty
They fail to see the ruinous covert concealed inside
Though the secret is buried and erased from the history
It remains alive in the flower’s vein
Each of the poppy is the witness of the killing spree

Death after life-life after death

A confounding call from a secluded expanse
Keeps echoing, the vision is so vague
The Abyss and Eden show me a glimpse
In the darkness of the frightening night

The comforting smile of the Seraph
The gruesome laughter of the Satan
The bemused soul is truly unaware
To wherein it really belongs

A shadow floats sniveling above
Concealed by a layer of miasma
The clouds produce spiky drops
Each of the drops penetrates the soul

The twinge makes the soul realize
With each of the rain the haze uncovers
An eternal journey has just began
To an entirely eccentric world

Nearing the death day by day
Nearing new life day by day
Uncovering the enigma of death after life
Uncovering the enigma of life after death
The soul experiences a slow death
The soul regains a new life…

A new beginning

With unbearable pain I lay
Besides a sand clock totally bright
Sand dropping from the top, ebbing the light
The sand clock became darker and darker
The sky become darker and darker
With each of the grain I could taste death
With every wall clock tick I could smell new life
My journey was about to conclude
The hour and the minute hand merged
The grains were exhausted, the heartbeat stopped
The death smiled at me, it was my end
I smiled at death, it was a new beginning

Nature’s meet

The sunshine’s bye
The earth now shy
A sheer bliss
The raindrop’s kiss
Persistence torn
Earth’s anger gone
A love offbeat
Nature’s meet

Lost in you

With solid tears and frozen fears
I stood in solitude, feeling no pain
Chilled breeze and icy storm
Penetrated my soul, but I was still strong
Winter passed, spring came
But I was still there, feeling the same
Then it was the summer and you came
Melting in your warm glance and sweet smile
Melting in your placid touch and tender kiss
I was lost
Initially lost
Partially lost
Then completely lost
Lost in you
The snowman melted by the sun…

Oxymoron life

Life a fine mess
Expectations a little big
Anticipating the unanticipated
Of outcome absolutely unsure,
Trying to act naturally
I feel alone in a crowd
Bittersweet dreams in the white night
Fate written with invisible ink

A normal human
A hopeful pessimist
A hopeless optimist
Shouting whispers of the hell’s angels
Silent sound of the heaven’s devil
Eyes wide shut with fresh frozen tears
Icy hot storm piercing my soul
A joyful trouble turning me inside out

Probing the relative truth in restless sleep
Sometimes the truth lies
Sometimes the lies are true
Living dead
Dying alive
Running idle
My near future a real fantasy
Caught in this bizarre world I ponder….

An amorous night

An amorous night with you on my side
Walking on the seashore hand in hand
Engraving our love in the sand
The footprint fades, the milky foam engrosses
Touches million souls, echoing the tale
Silent glances exchange, no word is uttered
But everything is said, everything is understood
An enthralling conversation that could create an epic
The tides etches the saga, in the rocks
Softening the rocks, it sheds tears of joy
The breeze plays a mellow tune
Silent whispers magically sing
Moon the silent spectator, admirably acknowledges
And in this ardent vista, two souls merge slowly
And slowly they becomes one

Silent gratitude

I may live or I may die soon
But my silent gratitude will never be unknown
Through my verse, I thank one and all
My fellow mates and the names that I recall
My words speak; my heart sings an evergreen song
A dedication, a tribute to those who came all along

For the hands that moved a boulder or two
And wiped my tears when I felt blue
For the soothing warm shoulders always ready for me
Where I had shed tears and made my heart free

For the heartening guidance when I was low
For the constant support when there was a blow
For the care and affection rendered to me
For being there through my grief and glee

I may live or I may die soon
But my silent gratitude will never be unknown
Through my verse, I thank one and all
My fellow mates and the names that I recall
My words speak; my heart sings an evergreen song
A dedication, a tribute to those who came all along

Simply beautiful

Plain eyes without liner or shadow
Yet they have a charismatic charm
A mesmerizing vigor that I never knew
Stronger that the gravitational pull
Lost in the magnetism I ask myself
Simplicity, is that the word?

Silky skin sans any coat
Of the artificial cosmetics, still it glows,
In that gentle touch, I can live a lifetime
Die million deaths, yet willing to be born
Lost in the tenderness I ask myself
Simplicity, is that the word?

Scarlet honey dipped lips with no lipstick
Stealing the red from the cherry
Stealing the honey from the flowers
The garden seems faded when I see you
Lost in the sweetness I ask myself
Simplicity, is that the word?

Velvety hair with a natural curl
Loosened freely, swings with the air
A magical dance in the nature’s cadence
The flowers implore to adorn you
Lost in the chasteness I ask myself
Simplicity, is that the word?

A voice echoes from beyond
As if a message from the nymph
Making me realize in a flash of a second

That the word is “simply beautiful”

The seashore

The tide rises, the tide falls
The foam spreads, the footprint palls

The sun adorns and the waves glitter
In the sapphire sky, the sandpipers flutter

Billowing its wings the seagull hovers
The curfew calls and the darkness showers

The moon spreads gossamer swathes
In the milky glow, the ocean bathes

The fishers return from the day’s slogs
Deprived of rest the ocean flogs

Splashing and splattering water on rock
A halcyon milieu, a peaceful walk

A melody floats, as the sea pings
my silent thought magically sings

And the tide rises, and the tide falls
The foam spreads slowly and my footprint palls

The Roses

My eyes witnessed an astounding sight
The freshness of dew, the sweetness of pine
The sapphire creek, the misty peak
The smiling roses, the greenish garden

And you were there, standing beside
Plucking roses, collecting a pile
Slowly you turned with a tinge of smile
In those lips red as cherry

Those striking eyes emanated a glow
Towing me in your magnetic gaze
Then I saw you come near
My heart thumped, skipping a beat

I waited there for your one glance
For a rose with my name
Specially blossomed and sent through you
But you passed evading me

I waited and waited for so long
The seasons changed, new roses blossomed
But my garden was still deserted
Waiting for a rose from you

Is today the day? I see you approaching
With the whole basket towards me
Or as always will you leave?
Leaving me all alone here

Slowly you come very close
now I am sure those roses are for me
you stop and look and sit besides
Waiting with the basket in your hand

With mixed emotion, I say to myself
Finally the day has arrived
As I see you with tears
Placing the roses on my grave

Silk story

Amidst the rustling mulberry leaves
Two emerald eyes sparkled with tears
The silk worms tasted the fear
Of the silk haired maiden

As she wiped her soaked eyes
She felt the chillness of the frozen wind
Crushing and ripping her soul apart,
Her diary had reached the last page

Scribbling a few words that she wanted
To share with the world
She ran and ran as fast as she could
Then she vanished without a trace

Today the satin covered dairy
Lies buried within the mulberry planting
In each of the woven fabric
She smiles, she cries, she lives and dies

Tears speak

My dry tears speak
A thousand verses
With meaning so deep
That you can’t read

The tale of a longing heart
The tale of a nonviolent war
The tale of a haunting past
The tale of a tormenting present
The tale of a hopeful future

The tale engraved
In the wall of my heart
With my blood and breath
The heart just weeps
As the blood seeps

And my dry tears speak
A thousand verses
With meaning so deep
That you can’t read

I ask for

I ask for softness
Of the dew dipped flowers
On my parched blood sodden feet
Chiseled by the thorns of life

I ask for a caring hand
To wipe the droplets
On my moist eyes
Sprinkled by destiny

I ask for a rainfall
To create an oasis
In my arid heart
Devoid of hope

He is my sunshine

Thousand suns seem feeble
In the warmth of his embrace
My frozen heart melts
In his single caring glance
I live a lifetime
In his rays
He is my sunshine

A mystic world

In my mystic dreams, I see a place
Built by the virtuous hands of the angels
The shady clouds spread a satin sheet
The naughty breeze kisses me good night
The cherubs sing a sweet lullaby
As I close my eyes and get detached
From the worldly worries
A peace that I have not felt before
Embraces me for a concise instant

As the dusk gives way to the dawn
I slowly bath in the warmth of the sun
The chirping birds wake me with their song
The clear dew recharges my tired eyelids
A new day welcomes me with a smile
I float and float and fall downwards
As I slowly open my eyes
The mystic world slowly ebbs
And I find myself in my bedroom

Soul still alive

At the core of eternity
Wrath sours
Life abhors
Hope demises
But my soul still rises

Sadness pries
Tear dries
Satan howls
Yet a spirit prowls

Testing time
Destiny’s crime
Debacle inches
Soul still clinches

Solitude

The coast so clear
The shadow ebbed
In the rejoicing crowd
Alone you stood

A stranger in a swarm
A drop in sapphire sea
Oil coated soul
Does not mix with thee

Woven in solitude
The shell is sure to crack
The day is not far off
When you shalt be free

Nemesis

Destiny’s clout
Alone I pout
Soul so meek
Yet justice I seek
Success shrugs
Failure hugs
Happiness shams
Sadness whams
Life abhors
Darkness shores
In search of light
Unbearable plight
Restless soul
Life just hauls
Hope just blinks
In eternity..it sinks

Mother Nature

Icy fakes adorning the russet core
Golden nugget basking in the azure sky
Milky moon resting on the soggy billows
Daisies, lilies, roses and tulips
Silent dales and giant hills
Bubbly streams and tranquil lagoons
Dancing waves and the on looking shores
Chirping birds fluttering in the candid sky
Monsoon rains and the moist creepers
Foggy dawns and breezy twilights
Oh mother nature, pamper me in your cozy embrace

He

Sitting at the bend
Flipping through the pages
She could sense him
He was so near….

He saw her…
Her tender quivering lips
The lock of hair….
Blocking her magnetic eyes…

With his tender touch
He moved her swaying curl
Her heart ached
In the magic of his touch

Her eyes radiated a spark…
As she looked for him…

But he was gone…

The stroke of breeze....

Hibernating soul

With a sudden spasm I gasped
As I felt the chillness of the night

Penetrating my body
It ached all over….

No where to turn…
All I could see was dark

My breath felt scary
In the void of the night

My voice echoed
My hope soured

As I kept looking
For my hibernating soul….

Moonlit night

The shadows dance
In a magical cadence
First drop of ecstasy showers
And it transforms to eternity
As passion surges
And two souls just merge
Under the moonlit night.....