Monday, February 20, 2017

Love Unloved

Valentine day depart with grace
People return to normal self
Love now wrapped in silken thread
Sits on shelf,  lips scratched

Baby howls, there is no bread
Mother runs house to shack
Greedy world wont leave her alone
Must pay a price for favor done
Where is love? A passion flower
For every bloom, desires lust

Murderers plague the city streets
Leaders accept bribe and gifts
Orphans roam naked, confused
Officers bully with ego, pride
Where does one go?
One has no home
Heaven hates you
Justice flawed

Love is such a tricky game
Freedom squeezed
Breathless, lame
You are mine, I am truly yours
Emotions entangled to suffocation

Pure love simply cease to exist
Eye for eye
Kiss for kiss
In this world of empty cliches
There is nothing but
A twist of verse




Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Fever Gone

The fever slowly creeps away
bringing in the relief
and to return back to routine

Fever was a strong guest
choked me to silence
for two full days
Vocal expressions remained unsaid
Sun continued to shine
Flowers bloomed too
But thoughts bottled up
congesting up my throat
like choked-up-sink
unable to shriek.

Too weak to move to kitchen to cook
friends and family came to rescue
Puffed stuffed bread, tomato chutney
Soft cooked rice, spicy potatoes mashed
a chicken curry, a boiled egg
on healthy days, a perfect meal
But fever left me in no mood to eat
Food forced down the throat

Days spend curled up in bed
trying different home remedies
warm water gargling N times a day
with turmeric and salt
but stubborn fever would not leave
till antibiotic appeared

The fever slowly creeps away
bringing in the relief
Its time to return back to routine
and sit on working desk





Series of Poems on Quote dot In part 1-8








Sleep on Valentine Day

Lovely day to sleep
While love makes a trip
All over the universe
Declaring affection
In truest sense
With flowers
Chocolates
Golden ring
May their love shine
For ever
Like it is expressed today
Aping the bollywood scene
With song, dance and
borrowed verse
Lenghy poems
Of somebody else
I snooze on this day
Will be refreshed
With new energy
To spread my passion
For the rest of the year
Telling people
In action not words
Of how much I care
And I will mean it
For selected few
You know Who...
Happy Valentine Day
Shine on.....

Rose Day

A month of Love has just begun
I received your rose
with prickly thorns for Rose Day
while thorns brought tears
a drop of blood
it was the fragrance from rose that
Blew away the curse
Love is not just “Lust”
you wrote in a note
between man and a woman
or between man and man
Pure is love, a care, a concern
like bundle of cotton
soft and fluff
Grieve not you wrote
when love is asleep
a space is a must
for wind to flow
soon it will awaken
with freshen zeal
love does bloom after
knowing its depth
What do I know of love
My friend?
For me, they are just words
Plucked from pages of scraps

Monday, December 05, 2016

Credit Cards

It s easier to spend money
through credit card..
You don't worry
that you will be short of cash,
There is no loose change 
in your pocket
To send you an alarm
That jingling sounds of last few coins
That tell you
Its time to stop
You don't care
how much you spend.
Just Rs100 or Rs500
Rs250 and 40 cents
There are no notes
To stare at you back
Money just flows out..
With punch of fingers.
You stop at every mall
Buy things you don't need
One extra zero
Really?
What does it matter?
till the bill comes.
Hopping on your doorstep
Then you need a strong heart
to bear the shock
when u realise
how extravagant you could get...
You have crossed the limits
over your stable budget.
Plastic money
Slipped out of your palm
With buttery steps
Tango feet
A naughty grin
You realise then
That you have lost reins
over your money
It was not virtual
It was real
and there is no going back......

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