Friday, 28 November 2014

THE LAST LEAP



The man behind the title, as usual, Achyuth. No words can describe how grateful I am. :) 

In the darkness of the night
By the lone water side
She held her head high
Holding a book
That earned some looks
From the ones that were uncouth

Under the gleam of the night sky
beneath the mankind
She held her book high
Showing it to the lost souls
The ones that were well read

Beside the shore
Feeling the rage
She glanced at the river
Who gazed back with regret
Knowing what it awaited in a moment


Binding the book with love
promises and what not,
she leaped to the right
where the river shed tears
catching another soul
Prey to the society
Gift for the heavens. 

Thursday, 20 November 2014

SEE YOU SOON.

I have been everywhere
 On the face of the kind
 On the face of the blind
 I help people let go of their feelings
By making myself roll down their chin
I have been up there all day
Waiting to come down
 and meet my loved ones
As I sway down I meet them
Strangers of mine
But the same kind as mine
 We talk for some time
 And finally reaches the land
Some of us part ways
But some of us stick together
 We flow through path and soil,
 Sticks and stones, dirt and bones
 I still hold onto my loved one
 As we flow down the hill
Then I see a place
Where we have to part our ways
 I prepare myself to say goodbye
 Hoping to meet again.
And to feel that joy again.
To enjoy the feeling of holding hands,

 and sneaking a mere glance.

Friday, 7 November 2014

A death note.


I have never heard silence
In this mansion before
Shattering of glasses
Plates and vases
“Look at her! That lucky girl”
They all said, but
They never knew, what happened
Within that four walls of prison.
Inside one cell, lived a woman
Strands of white hair, maybe into her forty’s
She sews a white cloth, with tears
Down her cheeks, streaming without a break
In the other, lived a girl in her 20’s
A stack of books, and a roll of paper
She glances afar, reaching her hands out
To snatch her dream from the treacherous man
Within the four walls in the corner
Is a girl in her teenage
Dusty books and crumpled papers
She never looks up from
That pamphlet she holds onto
A death note perhaps.
He comes in, the traitor
The man who trapped his family
For his mere pleasure
He looks into the cell
His once beloved life, now his sole enemy.
He gets satisfied, seeing
Her wrinkles and her tears
He then looks into the next
And curses her for
Chasing her dreams, dreams
She once had.
He goes to the next, his youngest daughter
He spits into the cell
Smiling his heart out.
He pours something in
With pungent smell and
Warning sigh. He lights a match
And throws it in.
He laughs aloud, while
The others wept.
A mother who lost her penny
A Sister who lost her diary.