love

Love is there in the living , in the non living

and in mythical as well as mystical existence,

Love is infinite,

love is supreme ,love is all powerful…

Love is hatred,

love is vengeance,

love is gravity s pull…

Love is that sound that a kid makes when he finds his mom after school

,love is d glint in her eyes when she sees him,

Love is a living, floating abstract mass of nothingness

that can drive everyone of us to tears, laughter and cold blood...

Love or the lack of it defines us...

For even the dead were loved, love never dies with the passing of life,

Every soul is a lover, was once loved and is in love…

Love is true, love is false ,

love is truly light, dark and grey and every colour known...

Love is the magic in the air when your loved holds your arm,

love is a pocket of  the universe given for you ...

Love is the flight of a bird injured flying to feed its young,

love is the soul of tear that elephants bid to the dead of its own kind,

Love is the blossom of a flower, offering its nectar to a hungry bee

Love is the pull of gravity,

love is the smell of rain, love is the power of silence in free talk,

Love is feeling of bliss,

Love is abstract,

Love is all humbleness...

Yet love is unknown and unmeasured,

Unparalleled in its simplicity

Love is.........

my first love

She was tall and slender,

Waving her arms to me...

Into the arms of my most loved lover I jumped and embraced long...

She was sweet,

Butterflies flew to her in search of honey,

She voice so angelic,

The nightingale sung chorus to her melody...

With her arms to the sky she danced in the rain,

Time seemed so rich in her presence..

Draped in a velvet saree, with her rustic smile,

her down to earth mannerisms, her firm resolve and

inner sweetness she swept my heart again...

For every year she comes to my household

bringing rain to my barren heart,

joy , my heart sings as my childhood sweetheart comes back to my life...

In verses of prose I’ve tried to describe you,

 failing which I’ve fallen for you…

Deeper into my thought you have travelled,

 leaving footprints of affection…

In times to come,

I wish your journey continues with mine...

Ps: she in the poem refers to sugarcane and no one else

Any resemblance to characters in real or reel life is purely coincidental  

victim

She sat in a corner and cried, 

until there were no tears...

She wanted to scream at the various gods she had offered her prayers to....

The hot magma of shame , guilt and fear burnt her alive...

In sixth standard she studied,in a school six villages away...

A group of men unknown,took her away and defied her dignity again and again 

and had left her to die on a highway...

She came home and told her ordeal,

she cried ; cried in shame ...

Silent as the wind, like a ghost she turned pale,

dropped out of school.

An image of horrible pain and gloom hung around her eyes 

as if she had been plucked of the desire to live...

Unable to bear the agony, her parents consumed poison,

Her brother, mother, father and sister all died unable to face the humiliation

leaving her alone to suffer in silence...

Her dreams were shattered, her youth destroyed,

Her personality snatched,

Her future on a funeral fire...

she became the outcast of the village,

the subject of many a silent whisper,

her head held low she walks away...

A case was Booked as per law,no one found guilty even after months...

Slowly and slowly,

she withers away in darkness

Too afraid to scream...

Too afraid to die...

Too afraid to live...

Scarred for life...

If she only she could fight,

If only she had support,

If only she would get justice... 

we face a grave uncertain future , lets not sit in silence....

Society is ours to change , it shall change only when we change it !!

Laws shall not make its impact unless such heinous criminal offenses punishable by death and the victim is allowed back into society and given respect to her strength not given a tag for the rest of her life !! 

until when we can't treat the victim with respect, god knows how many such victims shall suffer in silence....

 

romantic stuck in paradise

I was alone,

                  the bus making its way through the hills stations in dizzying speeds,

The mist seemed to flow through the window 

                                                                   and wake me up from slumber...

The cold made its presence felt  immediately,

                                                                   the green carpet on either side welcomed my thoughts of her...

How I wished she was here with me by my side on this cold morning,

by the lap of nature,

                               the big blue sky,

                                                        the sound of early birds chirping,

                                                                                                      the warmth of life slowly coming to life...

She was miles away in another land,

                          yet my heart yearned for her angelic face,

Those magical shining eyes that sparkled kindness and love...

Her sound of rippling laughter listening to my snoring bliss, 

              her constant banter of soulful philosophy...

I wished the mist would take my love to her and shower my love to her window...

the mist slowly moved away,the sun had arrived, 

it would be three months before i d meet her again..

Until then i was a lonely romantic stuck in paradise