Stages of desperations

Rebellion is cut off at birthGradually turned into the creeper entwined aroundThe tree for sustananceLabelled parasiticThe lice sucking bloodLeech sticking to soulAre some other accoladesTellingly a thousand tales of desperationsShort of breath,on the verge of deathThe fish cannot survive withoutWater that in my veinsBurns My heart and in its capillariesRed Tide of despondency inundatedDark skies … Continue reading Stages of desperations

Stages of desperations

Rebellion is cut off at birthGradually turned into the creeper entwined aroundThe tree for sustananceLabelled parasiticThe lice sucking bloodLeech sticking to soulAre some other accoladesTellingly a thousand tales of desperationsShort of breath,on the verge of deathThe fish cannot survive withoutWater that in my veinsBurns My heart and in its capillariesRed Tide of despondency inundatedDark skies … Continue reading Stages of desperations

No need

Something is running awayFar off and to desolateSeeking unattainable and elusiveLeaving the conscious bereft and astray ‘A bird flying’ is aloneRiver falling in a cave closeDisappearing from the eyesLeaving disheveled to the wiseIt’s just a foot awayIt just out of plain sightThere is no need to swayNo need to be perturbed yetNo need to take … Continue reading No need

One that exist within

When despair fogs my brain,When defeat slays my courage,I turn into a pungent onion,And always rise again and again.When the outer layer is stripped off,There is always one that exists within,ready to tear your eyesWith an inveterate Amazonian spirit.When the hope deserts me on the beach of life,When the death plays hide and seek,I turn … Continue reading One that exist within

My fellow comrades

Women, my fellow comrades Open your eyes Beauty has been a bane of our existence Ask Sita, Draupadi or Helen of Troy Their beauty spilt the blood of thousands But nobody saw them flailing their faces, with their hands Inflicting wounds, to render them, a little more deformed A little muter Women, my fellow comrades … Continue reading My fellow comrades

Shrouded Tradition

A culture thousands of years old The most ancient survived civilization From the folds of history and its mould From the cauldron of traditions old Two women survived time Their tales of woebegone Quietly chime, through the female tradition passed on In tales narrated of male glory In tales of patriarchal valour Their valour in … Continue reading Shrouded Tradition

Nostalgia

Yearning for a world Decorated with NostalgiaWith furnishings of myriad emotionsWeaved in the coreBuilt of yearnings nostalgicStreets have vendors selling Sugary sweets as well as spicy delectableAnd People are everywhere It's almost claustrophobicIn this humdrumMy eyes search ardentlyFor the home where my mother livedAnd her essence is still permeatedThriving and preserved waiting for meMy mother- I yearn for … Continue reading Nostalgia

You and Me

The chasm between you and meWas never so deepAs it is nowOur universal soul splitInto a thousand piecesWhen individual experience overwhelmedOur consciousness of shared experienceThe battle of nature and nurturerWrecked chaos in the worldShattering the mirrorReflecting our  self in a quiverAnother source of truth goneThat you are no longer meAnd my sins are my ownAh! … Continue reading You and Me