Friday, May 20, 2016

Suicide

Suicide 1

I want to commit suicide
And walk over to a different world
Natural death may take me direct to heaven
But suicide is sure shot hell
Send me a poison
You were experimenting with
I am willing to taste
There is much corruption now,
Every product adulterer
Always disappointing
Were I to die
You could be famous
For having reached a new milestone
The world will rejoice
Finally to have poison
That really kills
I will leave a suicide note
with the poison name
that works

Suicide note 2
If you find me still
No breath under my chest
Understand I am gone
Forever
Dont panic
And thrust me in an ambulance
Like pizza in the oven
Stay cool
I have my will neatly
Filed and folded
In the lower
Shelf of kitchen cabinet

Some recipes, tried and tested
Few bottles of sauces, herbs
Steel pots and pans, brand new 
Up in the loft, they sit
Had even bought ceramic knives
Thought I would use some day
You inherit them all
Its my parting gift for you
Cooked Briyani sits in fridge, 
A feast for those who may come to mourn
Even few pickles that will last 
Few days or maybe months
You may taste them all
But remember to clean up 
After you are done
The maid may not return
She too ate the poison that you wanted to experiment on me
Yesterday.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Poetry in April #Poem 25

There are the rich
The poor
The families cling to tradition
The sons compelled
Urge their members
To hold certain beliefs
A family live to uphold anarchism
Theories and beliefs handed down
Assume the dignity of blood laws
The levelling tradition is dead level of equality
Not a man of the family has been
Whole-souled, single-purposed labor man
The man of the family is actually
The woman.
Poetry form:Erasure..
Source text ‘Youth Challenges’ by Clerence B Kelland

Poetry in April #Poem 24

Soon you will be off those trees
On to our dinner plates
Now you are green 
So I wait
Till you begin to blush
As you approach your maturiy
Your flesh- juicy and succullent
You will be a delight
When I chop you to pieces
And enjoy it with my meal

Ah ‪#‎Mangoes‬
I am eyeing you from my kitchen window


#Napowrimo

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Poetry in April #Poem 23

............................Smile...............................
...................Fine rayon thread......................
.........................That binds...........................
.....................People together......................
.......................Unkind words........................
............................Spoken............................
.........................On impulse.........................
.........................Causes rift..........................
.........................Friendship..........................
........................Decays like..........................
.....................Withered flower.......................
...................Cannot be revived....................
........................Till set aside........................
...........................Pressed............................
.................Between folds of book...............
............................For it to...........................
.............................Bloom...........................
.............................Again............................

Poetry in April #Poem 22

Friendship
She calls me for lunch.....Feast is on her mind
We need no.....................Reasons; we meet any time
My friend is my board......Intellectual and sound
In good times and bad.....Emotionally we are bound
We meet in hunger, in......Need, and in peace
We seek no favors, no.....Desires, just love
Expectations are born......Shared, joys unclaimed
Morning, day, night, all.....Hours untamed
With all the strength........ Invariably I recall
To be worthy, I..................Pray, that it lasts on and on.
Form-Poem Mesozoic
The letters in the centre make up the word ‘FRIENDSHIP’

Friday, April 22, 2016

Poetry in April #Poem 21

Child lifts sand in his plastic pail
Walks barefoot, with staggering gait
To empty sand again
He chuckles
Exposing his two front teeth
Unaware of the future
Somewhere, at this hour
Thick blocks of ice descent
Rumbling down from North poles
Gushing angry waves
Wash away shores
Good Earth looks for a place to hide

Poetry in April #Poem 20

Paper doll
Covered from head to toe
No mind of her own
Sit
Stand 
Cry
Stretch
Obey
Thick veil of dictatorship
Crushing her under weight of norms
Love
But with strings attached
Watch
With silent eyes
Man
Turns
The key
Until the day
She opens her mouth
To speak

Poetry In April #Poem 19

He posted pictures
Tagged her name
To refresh her memory
She wished to forget
The great expanse of hills
The dusty roads
Where they had trekked in broken shoes
Just two of them
Their faces bright
Reflecting radiance
As they stopped to sip wine
From faded urn
He would pull her plait
Fold around his arm
Bring her close to
Whisper nothings
Time has changed
All that remains is
Chill of deep dark void
Filled with sadness and pain
They are friends no more
Her best revenge is to live well,
Untag him

Poetry in April #Poem 18

She was young
Desires were plenty
There was no money
Not enough money
She walked down the road
Lined with stores
Just gaped
Nose pressed against window
Someday I shall buy fur
Some day I shall buy
That pure leather purse
Someday I shall have money
She walked away, heads down
She worked hard
It paid
She climbed the stairs
Of success each day
Time finally arrived
She could afford everything
But feeling changed
Beyond horizon
Spirituality was the cloak she wore
Four legged animals were her best friends
She never bought fur
Nor any pure leather bag

Poetry in April #Poem 17

One way love
Meaningless verse
Words hang in air in
Silence
Joie de vivre message
Crawling into his phone
Reads them all in
Silence
Generation gap
East and west
Forced bondage in
Silence
She strikes off his name from her life
Silence
#Napowrimo

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Poetry In April #Poem 16

Cousin sends me her picture
Dressed in green silk dress with gold border
She is wearing the necklace that we had exchanged
During her last visit to my home
The glow on her face tells me that she is having fun
I begin to wish
I should have been there with her
We could have shared the happy times together
Like we always do
Walk down the narrow lanes of new city
Try the local cuisine
Stroll by the riverside
Enjoy a boat ride too.
Watch the sun set together
Munching on chips and seeds
Argue for no reason at all
Next moment wash away the blues.
Friends come and go
But cousins are there
Forever.

Poetry In April #Poem 15

Mumbai Metro
Versova to Ghatkopar
An interesting ride
Comfortable you sit in a cool cabin
Through crystal window, you watch
Reality of Mumbai life
Rich and poor live side by side.
One moment tall skyscraper
Of glass and steel reach for stars
Next moment mud houses
Coated with dust crawl on the ground
There is stark contrast like in Movie scene
Everybody is struggler in this city
Be it in glass buildings or on streets
Metro rolls on cutting through under belly
While life continues to bleed

Poetry in April #Poem 14

Limericks
A self-styled Godman Baba Ramdev
Teaches tummy trick night and day
In Yoga lesson he warns
You might lose your charm
If you didn’t chant regularly ‘Bharat Mata ki Jay’
(Ironic at what Yoga Guru Ramdev Baba promotes in his programs, the beheading comment by him showed a violent streak.)

Poetry in April #Poem 13

There is certain kind of pleasure
In cheating
At board games
I love to watch your expression
Of threat and disgust
As you crinkle up your nose
And warn
I defend that I am honest
And cross my heart
Make you believe
I am smart.
Mood lightens
We continue to play
Friendship bond strengthened
By the end of the day
A blissful afternoon
A day well spent
Of food, laughter, song
And a board game
It’s the betrayal in real life
That brings pain

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Poetry in April #Poem 12

She could not talk loudly
She repeated her views
Several times
But it faded 
Blurred
Thunderous voices
Even though
Gibberish
Were clearly heard
Nobody cared
She covered her opinions
Under her cape
Walk away into oblivion

#Napowrimo

poetry in April #Poem 11

Don’t ring my doorbell today
I am sleeping
I am cooking
I am reading
I am meditating
I am dressing
I am watching TV
Listen love, come back on another day
I am taken by me

#Napowrimo

Poetry in April #Poem 10

Chop
Chop
Chop
Put some butter
Add some salt
Knead it well
Roll into a perfect ball
No worries
If its’ taste not right
This is only your first time
We learn from mistakes
Experiments are just a game
You can always redo again
Only life has no retakes

#Napowrimo

Monday, April 11, 2016

Poetry in April #Poem 9

Ten minute
Twenty three seconds
To be exact
Since you last uttered a word.
Your silence is so refreshing
Like going for a long walk on a quiet beach
Like sitting on a lone bench on top of hill
Like watching colourful sunset rings
Talk
Talk
Talk
You talk too much
Rambling same stories
Over and over again
Throb
Throb
Throb,
Hammers on my skull
Ouch!
My head hurts.
Silence is Gold
Come sit
Cross legged
Shut your eye lids
Listen to magic sounds
Of soul within
Shhhh!!

#Napowrimo

Poetry in April #Poem 8

Gasping for breath
He jumps into moving train
Too late
Not a vacant seat in sight
He stands, shifting his weight
From one foot to another
Rivulets of sweat trickle
Down his glossy skin
The train rumbles in rhythm
Of musical band
He opens his mouth as if to yawn
But begins to sing to ease
The pain of hard work done
Catchy lines.
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa
Trallala la la
More people join
Some tapping their feet
Some drum their fingers on window sill
Bollywood song of 80’s
Proves to be stress buster
He is regular on Mumbai Trains
A common man,
A happy man
A struggler.

#Napowrimo

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