Something didn’t quite die
It continues to live, day after day
Asking questions and raising million mutinies;
Perhaps, I was still there
At her doorsteps, waiting for an answer
Or may be,
I am unto myself, alone in the grave, waiting
For a resurrection!
That day,
She returned home late, and
Brought home a fiend mask, and
Said, somebody plant her a bastard for the occasion
So that, she be accepted a ceremonial bride for the occupation
That day,
She returned home, and
The lore continues and my morning toil ceased;
They said its drought!
That day stood evident for her lost fertility
From that day, my grave was my home
And everyday,
I stood at her doorstep asking for the answer!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I Don’t Need An Army To Sleep Well!
I don’t need an army to sleep well
What I need is a meal, a bed and a pillow
I am not asking for the blanket,
Not even the warm body of my beloved
She can sleep where ever she wishes
Yes, I don’t need an army to wait for the morning!
I Hate Freedom!
While I was still a kid
They bring all sorts of guns and lots of ammunition
They bring lots of pamphlets and cries
And suddenly, they all died
Leaving me with some dreams and their anthems!
Few years later,
I found myself fighting for the freedom
Though I couldn’t care much about it,
They said, I need freedom
So that I can be raised like one of them
In fatigue, in camouflages
In the drain, in the ridges
In the psyche, with hunger
They said, freedom comes with hunger!
Today, I hate freedom
It dies with liberty
Every time I open my arms, for some love
It came asking for the reason.
It asked: give me a perfect reason;
I had no answer, thus
I continue fighting for the freedom.
They bring all sorts of guns and lots of ammunition
They bring lots of pamphlets and cries
And suddenly, they all died
Leaving me with some dreams and their anthems!
Few years later,
I found myself fighting for the freedom
Though I couldn’t care much about it,
They said, I need freedom
So that I can be raised like one of them
In fatigue, in camouflages
In the drain, in the ridges
In the psyche, with hunger
They said, freedom comes with hunger!
Today, I hate freedom
It dies with liberty
Every time I open my arms, for some love
It came asking for the reason.
It asked: give me a perfect reason;
I had no answer, thus
I continue fighting for the freedom.
Another Dead Poem!
In the dead of the night,
I pretend to be a dead man,
So that I can sleep a while, like all of them
In the dead of the night,
I pretend to be a wise man,
They all said, dead men are wiser
They know no worries,
They live for values unknown to life
For which every second soul howl.
In the dead, we all sleep, and
I want to sleep a while like a dead man
Be wised and happy.
I pretend to be a dead man,
So that I can sleep a while, like all of them
In the dead of the night,
I pretend to be a wise man,
They all said, dead men are wiser
They know no worries,
They live for values unknown to life
For which every second soul howl.
In the dead, we all sleep, and
I want to sleep a while like a dead man
Be wised and happy.
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