Life can be so overwhelming.. It leaves you in tears In moments when words are just not enoughWhen you feel voices, responsibilitiesRinging and weighing upon your earsLike heavy earringsThat you donned sometimeWhich others say sound ,like windchimesWhich make you look beautifulIs all this pain beautiful? To the people, maybeTo the sufferer?I wonder at immensities of … Continue reading

Bearings

Life can be so overwhelming..It leaves you in tearsIn moments when words are just not enoughWhen you feel voices, responsibilitiesRinging and weighing upon your earsLike heavy earringsThat you donned sometimeWhich others say sound ,like windchimesWhich make you look beautifulIs all this pain beautiful?To the people, maybeTo the sufferer?I wonder at immensities of absent thingsAt the … Continue reading Bearings

Why Don’t They?

Why don't they free all those lands and their raceWhich they have chosen to enslave?Why don't they hear the cries of the wrongedAren't they yet loud enough?Why don't they shake, and shiver and witherWith shivering lands under the canon balls?Why don't they feel the agonised, bereavedFor all those who have lost a loved one?Why don't … Continue reading Why Don’t They?

In Fond Memory of a Coconut Seller

As evening comes I want to readOf places, men, about their deedsSome do take me to unknown landsStranger I am led by those handsWhen every eve the red sun setsI sit nearby to see it's best.Those rays are bright, still live, aglowThat upraised eyes but have to bowExcited eyelids when do shut,Then bright ,now dark … Continue reading In Fond Memory of a Coconut Seller

Love ,to the moon and beyond…

Squatting at the roadside,A dust covered little boy,With a dark face and lighter arms,In shorts a dusty yellow.His shrill cries that penetrateThe busy lanes,Bother none .His tears seem endless, like his running nose.The hovering flies -his only companions.Why doesn't he play with them?Perhaps their lullabies aren't consoling...Far into the busy lanes...somewhere deep,Mopping the marble floor … Continue reading Love ,to the moon and beyond…

Smile

No . It's not easy to make someone smileA real smile.Had it been ,The world would not beFlooding with tears,Cracking with pain,Burning in sighs,Be cold in death.No, it's not easy to make someone smileA real smile.If you think you can...Can give away smiles in plenty,Like an astrologer distributes fates,Do not please the rich, please...For their … Continue reading Smile

Urs (عرس‎)

The flooding moonlight drowns my feetAs I stand upon the prayer rugSubmissive,.. bowing.Encumbering darkness veils me,Except , for those small  feet which shineIn the reflection of a reflection,The moonlight!As heavy eyelids part to a vision,My eyes wander from the enchanted dome ,To the intricate patterns upon the rug,Until finally coiling around my feet..Now stagnant. Reposed.A … Continue reading Urs (عرس‎)

Dandelion

Hanging . A dandelion.Upside down.Breezed by the winds.Whizzed by the prickly pollensOn my floret skin.Buzzed by bumblebees,Tiny birds, flirtatious insects,Sensing their beaks,Tweaking their piercy antennae!To check my buoyancy, smell, specie...And rummaging away,Hangovered by my faint smell,Almost brushing past me ,A dandelion of sorts.A weed to the world, and wine to some.It is the beesThat bring … Continue reading Dandelion

Freedom of Love

You cannot love without longingsLove comes with it's share of painYou cannot love without some madnessAnd love devoid of these is vainLove comes with it's train of expectationsHowever aloof a person you wereIf you do not expect a smile, a hug, or some warmthYou never boarded love's train.Love comes with it's sadness and injuries,Which are … Continue reading Freedom of Love