THE LAMB OF GOD...

I WENT HOME THAT NIGHT BLEEDING,

PROUDLY LIKE A WARRIOR

I BORE MY BATTLE SCARS WITH HONOUR...

MY MOTHER CRIED IN ALARM AT THE SIGHT OF BRUISES 

ON MY TENDER BODY...

SHE VOWED REVENGE ON THE HEARTS OF ALL BARBARIANS 

WHO SMASHED ME APART...

I SMILED A SHY GRIN KEEPING SILENT,

FINALLY SPILLED THE BEANS,

I HAD BEATEN FOR LETTING  A LAMB GO...

IT BLEATED FOR MERCY,ITS EYES ACCEPTING ITS LAST MOMENTS

ITS FINAL PRAYERS MOVED ME ENOUGH TO CUT ITS LEASH WITH MY HANDS

IT RAN AWAY TO ITS FREEDOM....

I BEAMED WITH PRIDE AT HAVING GIVEN IT A NEW LIFE,

BUT I GOT SMASHED APART BY THIRTY HANDS

I HAD DESTROYED THEIR OFFERINGS TO THEIR GODS,

THEY CURSED ME NAMES AND LET ME DIE...

AMMA ,

EACH CUT I HAVE RECIEVED IS A MARK OF HONOUR,

DO NOT CRY....

REMEMBER YOUR SON , SAVED A LIFE...

THE TORRENTS OF HER TEARS CONTINUED,

SHE HUGGED ME WITH TEARS OF PRIDE AND HUGGED ME WITH LOVE....

 

 

 

MARKENDEYA

He held onto me, shivering in fear,
clutching at my body ,burning with fear....


I held on too, staring death in the eye,
trying to will myself away from looking at the precipice below....

Rushing past us were fresh dead bodies,floating on the tears of the mighty ganges,
entire houses swept away as if the gods swept away their toys in one swift non chalant swing

None of my family survived the landslide,
the entire earth that stood caved upon my life sucking my family and a hundred others...

wild stock, children old aged sufferers all taken
on their last journey towards destiny's final chapter


I held onto him , my son as the only symbol of hope,
clutching and gnawing at the earth and making higher ground,
slowly and slowly I let my tears far away, crying silently....

With just a biscuit for food, a hungry petrified son,
roaring angry Ganga , falling boulders and the prospect of meeting YAMA
 I hung on hoping against hope that we could survive

for three days I slept on the cold floor, at the feet of the lord himself
spending all my energy on prayer,my son and survival....

I wished I had died too, but the presence of my son was my only source of strength

The ganges rose teasingly, tantalisingly close,
like a snake moving in for its kill,
I sat there now counting my seconds to death....

I could only hope
my son would survive,


His name was MARKANDEYA ,
the one who cheated death....


 

her eyes.....

she had beautiful eyes, blue lively ,

she could hold your attention for a while....

but behind the smoky screen of mist,

her eyes hold a dark secret, a shadow of youth...

her eyes shone now in a distant dream.....

she ran around her mother like a lost pup...

tugging at her feeling eternal bliss...

tickling her brothers in sleep...

running after her horses ,singing her songs,dancing around with her father

with a shudder she woke up from her deep reverie,

her world shattered , torn apart and blown away....

her brothers, mother and father,

her farm , her horses and her shadow of happiness all evaporated in a second of war

a tear in her eye is all that speaks silently in agony...

she is sheltered in a refugee camp, given a tag named 7069

she is just another number in the sea of lost souls...

she drags herself away into the quietest corner and stares at the dark skies 

hoping that another bomb will strike and kill her too....

The three hundred

Our swords held high we arrived on the vast plains of barren land, soon to be fertile with our challenger’s blood…

Every gain of sand stood in anticipation, for its share of bounty, the army arrived in thousands, we were just a bunch of three hundred…

For twenty days our battle raged on…with each fallen brother we fought with more vigour, swinging our blades, slashing their hearts

The dead piled in columns of havoc, thunderous swords of our s now in hundreds we survived….

Their  army driven away, we had saved our land…

We were heroes in our land…but murderers in the land of our enemies…

A hundred years later too, our war shall be spoken of…

Thirty thousand against the hundreds bloodhounds…

But I still stood there on the vast plains of rotting plunder,

When the sun went down that night a few lanterns still burnt in my  tent…

The fragrance of blood on my hands could never perish …

I had killed…..

I may have killed thousands, destroyed their hopes of returning home

Crippled a few hundred bravehearts, carrying with them the fearless notion of our brothers

In a few days a fresh legion shall arrive,

May be then I would join my brothers in heaven or send the opponents to their destiny in heaven…

For they were warriors too, some feared, some barbaric , some relentless….

To all that have died under my swing, to the lord I ask one thing and one thing alone,

May all their souls rest in peace….

HEART BEAT

However much i chide myself ,

I simply cannot stop to look at you...

I shall only look at thee and smile as if my life's greatest

treasure arrived from heaven..

   But I look away as soon as your gaze turns towards me...

  in an instant I flee, 

  all the while playing with the instant thou rolled your eyes and looked at me...

my legs turn to wood, 

my heart in all its thunder shouts your name,

my tongue tied with an invisible chain,

 all the beautifully remembered words of introduction simply fall over....

What do i do senorita???

The words at the tip of my tongue fight to be the first to magically embrace your ears,

the lines of poetry sit perplexed in awe,lost for words describing you

I look like a joker afraid of his first comic act in front of a thousand strong crowd....

I look again to find you gone ,

 my tongue finds itself rid of its chains,my legs now ache to bolt to see you just one more time....

words of poetry begin to flow and i get lost in the seas of bliss

-Pungidasa

THE PEPPER SPRAY

A dark silhouette moved effortlessly along
the carpet of shadows of the night...
Perched on top a building, maintaining vigil

A lone woman walked by and its eyes followed her,

through the dark alley,

swiftly it swung to action,

leaping in bounds of joy,

whistling its luck, thanking its stars....

A lonely patch of road, surrounded on either side by dense ambush ,like a hunter it lay in wait
crouched and hungry
letting time pass its mark until she arrived blissfully unaware into the trap destiny laid

A big dark leopard,

silent as death,shining in the moonlight.

it lunged and caught her throat in a moment of triumph

She fought the monster , flailing her hands wailing for help,
the more she wailed , the quicker the teeth dug into her throat

With one stroke of evil genius and a roar of victory,

he killed her,

and devoured her small little heart into his thundering stomach...

all that was left of her was her handbag with a bottle of pepper spray....

THE REAL QUESTION....???

There are some who take years to understand,
        There are a few who can read the train of your thoughts instantly....

There are many who simply nod their heads, 
       while a very few actually listen....

There are many with whom we can have long conversations,
          while very few can endure your silence....

There are many who shall ask for help ,
      but a only a few ever honour gratitude...

There are many who shall smile looking at you,
      very few can bring you a smile...

There are many who shall follow you in success,
      only a few shall lead you through times of failure...

There are many who pretend to be impressed by your good nature,
   but only a few who love you despite your faults....


But the question remains ,

among which few are you???