Shaded Love, Rusted roots

Walking adrift by a silent street,

crushing roadside leaves, that came

Thought how different we are from trees

they all silent, but we have that flame

Just that very moment, I crossed a graveyard

seemed like its silence, was screaming to be heard

I stopped and went inside, on the way I saw

an old grave, a verdant tree and a singing cuckoo bird

That stone on that grave, unsoiled by the wind

I went near to read the stone

“Mary 1917- 1955” etched on the top

and indeed the majestic tree where the sun shone

That tree was huge, giving shade to Mary

as if Jesus, to his resting mother

He shakes himself, to fly away the birds

so that she sleeps, and no one to bother

Unseen, unnatural was that love I saw

the loyalty of a son, for his mother below

One on which he grew so tall

who nurtured him, from a seed so small

Next day, I went past that yard

Thought to see again, what love really is

Went inside, but now was numbed

The officials cut that tree or killed it, last night

The one, succumbed to the killers

Mary is alone now, almost like me

I thought “How different I am from her?”

Stoic, we both were, but I moved

I knew, I was dead already…

The Killers and their demonic symphony

Saw a child crying, searching for the eyes

Who once, loved her, prayed for her life

Crying on a pavement, watching a mob

Big red eyes, hers with cries, others with fury

The scream, waiting to be heard

Some wait to be heard for ever

They don’t go quite, they go damped

Dry are their dreams, drier are the hopes

They say He will come, one day

So what! Sun indeed never sets forever

They say He will come, cure us all

So what! Pain indeed cures its ownself

Part II

Those eyes, half closed, moist

A drop inside,

Ready to form a pearl, the purest of all

Ready to roll down, on those

Snow-white cheeks

Those drops were there, I know

Strong held from long time, infinite time I guess

But had to come out,

When gods cry, why cant she...

The little girl, still searching for life

Still searching Him, for help

"He was crying", she looked

Sobbing kid, almost silent with the lost girlishness

Looking at the mob, He sat with the girl

A bad time for Him, or for her…

My creator; or my sufferer

I burnt, but then I shone

I got an idea once,

Weird though, but seemed new

I went to myself- that untouched one

and brought four candles

Lit them all, quite bright they shone

Picked the first, was called “sorrow”, I read

Wondered why it was shining brightest

Ah! Was about to finish,

Those who shine bright, always fade soon

Then came the candle called “love”

Beautiful, gracious like a seraph, of dreams

White, like a morning cloud in sky

But like sorrow, it too bid goodbye

Third seemed firm than rest of all, “friendship”

Pink, the color, I remember it had

Lasted for long, seemed with me from ages

Nightmare alive, when I saw, it too went off

The last one, now very dim, gone almost; was my “faith”

was kept in middle of others

centered, as if for help, I picked it up and blew it off

Its all dark now..

who sees any ways—You laugh, You cry and then You die

Dying to live, living to die

There goes the love
bathing in the gloomy darkness
Its dark inside
darker than tonight's 'blackout'
Bodies everywhere, some died, some ripped
while others, waiting for one

Its not the death of the few hundreds
but of the millions, who were watching
A way when the hearts stop beating
of those who died, of those who killed

Lying on the street
waiting for my final terminous
Just a thought went across my senses
senses; though numb now, almost lost

"Is it what I longed for??"
I thought I know the answer
answer surely was "No", I thought
Alas, I was wrong or proved wrong

Time flew faster

--Its most “intresting” to wait for the one when you know
The one for whom you are waiting wont ever return back

--It hurts when your love goes away, but seems a PJ when
Someone says that your love won’t ever come back

--Its different, seems new to loose someone in this life
But makes stronger as you never loose anyone again

--It’s rare to love sum1 and get it back in return
So is the other way round

--Friends applaud, seems the show is over now
But when is the next one? I’m waiting

--Difficult, to love someone whom you hate
Impossible to hate the one you ever loved

--Waiting from tat very second you haven’t looked back
Not grown a single second, waiting in tat second only

Mistitle Beauty

“Some one teaches you the meaning of frenship & goes away
And you wait forever for the day of her return
To learn the way how to live without ‘em
And a day comes saying aloud
“She Can’t come back”
Today also my best moments I spend are with you
Fact been I don’t call ‘em Dreams any more…

Chanting hushes

I was there last twilight, till my silent moon came
Set beside my and asked
“For whom are you waiting Raj”?
Candid, but for me rather sad sign,
“How could it be other than you!!” I said

Only this and a few silent moments to fill that night
The sun came next day and I, just walked away
I remember I looked back once, just to give a smile
That’s it, that’s all
I remember someone was sitting there, that last time I looked back
She was there still…