QUILL QUEST

Friday, August 14, 2009

BACK-STAB

Ah friendship! To what depths can you plummet,

In the advent of your sombre twilight?

Does your back oozing red not highlight

The stark imminence of your sorry death?

Time was when you fed your morsels of faith

To a parched palate lying stripped of taste;

But all now fills this drab expanse of waste

Is the portent of your lumbering wraith!

Yes, I, the wretched king of 'ungrateful's,

Has seen you writhing in my betrayal,

Despite your standing by gold-tinted rules-

All of which- now consigned to history,

Has, doubtless, enticed the friend disloyal

To stab your back to end your misery.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

WHEN TEARS SHALL HAVE JUSTICE BORNE

Cry you not dear, shed not in vain tears,

And drop not your shoulders often,

For then, your own zillion faceless fears,

You merely let quickly embolden!

Let instead your eyes brightly capture

The muted rumblings in million heads,

Souls of which shall ne'er feel the rapture

Of taste of bread, or a wink on beds...

Beds, the likes of which you daily grace,

Are but wishful thoughts best swept aside

For 'nother birth on Earth's ruthless face,

So why not stifle the dream inside?

Yeah, why not inside, the emptiness?

Left behind by man's fervent rampage

Turning greenly grass to concrete mess-

Halt, witness mankind's 'coming-of-age'!

And what woe 'coming-of-age' entails

For the trodden down,is in your eyes,

So if you must cry, then pick their trails

And shed your tears for their muted cries!

Your fears shall then break asunder,

And each piece for each man shall adorn

A shield resisting meek surrender,

And then, your tears shall have justice borne.

POETIC JUSTICE

You are famous as a poet,

respected, honored & weighed.

Don’t you feel guilty

indulging in sinful infidelity?

You are a human, so fallible

with instinctive urges insatiable.

Don’t you feel the burden of social concession

on your poetic aberration?

You write on social shame,

veil yourself & save your fragile fame.

Don’t your fingers tire

Gaming long as facile liar?

You are an aged criminal

insensitively murdering manly morale.

There is no fair trial to prove you innocent.

Write on what you are & accept it as your punishment.

Monday, May 25, 2009

A SERENADE...by a GIRL

[Night Queen gestured a goodbye kiss

Decieved dusk out & seduced me in.

'Hope' dragged me deep into her

Only to sense love & time to pause,

The earth shook in delightful swagger,

The leafy sky patches engraved the amour.

Rang the bells of love’s dawn song

To embellish the earth with love.

I crafeted a dream to vain creation,

Prolong the history of mortality,

Hold back Night Queen in possession,

Wet her in my unsatiated flames of expectation.]

“Hey Night Queen...fling & spread your arms

Cast them wide & bar the spying sun.

Let me love my love under your veil

Make it warm & do not bewray,

Play the tune, O forlorn night’s bird

Dim you & save my grace, O stars above.

Live long the Night Queen & record on reign

Deepen enough the love’s Poseidon's realm.

Enslave us within it & sentence forever bondage,

Bind us both & bless us with trust,

Worry not, I realise you have it in shortage,

Our love will grow trust & you hoard it undamaged”.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I'LL WAIT...

The autumn leaves have blown away,

which used to grow once on trees,

the beautiful moments I once spent with you,

have now just become memories.

The bird has spread its wings out

and flown into the open world,

Oh, when... when will it return

to its loving heart!!!

The world may say anything

my virgin soul will always disagree,

I have captived you in my heart

and I can't set you free.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

“Push.....Push....Yes...Yes...Push it harder.”
“Is it out??”
“No. Sigh!!!”
“Give it another try. You will soon see a new face.”
And my final ordeal began. The empyrean excitement to hold for the first time, a life which I could say is OURS, filled me with a tremendous flow of fluid to make it even easier for me. I could feel the uncontrolable urge to push it out as fast as possible. All women out there would understand. I could fancy a happy complete family of mine. I just needed to push it a little harder. It was choking me heavily to death, but still I was ready to take all fear & pain for the sweet dream I saw. I was scared to hurt the new one while I clambered. Each time I tried to push, it came out to the tip of my tongue.... but, again slickly slipped back all the way deep into my heart as I drank away my saliva to slacken my strained nerves.
“Could you let it out this time?”
“No. I couldn’t”.
"But what went wrong this time???"
My words tried to come out kicking back at my heart with all force. But I could not speak out a single word. With a bated breath, I kept struggling to say. They kept encouraging me. But my fear to face something unacceptable held me back... What if I give birth to a dead child??? And what if the child is derelicted by this cruel world??? I knew...the longer I held it back, the remote became my chances to feel the first touch of a new RELATIONSHIP. I left it to time & fate knowing that it would be even painful for me to helplessly witness my apprehensions come true than to keep struggling with my words forever inside. I am still going through LABOUR PAIN.

Monday, May 4, 2009

I THINK...IT WAS BETTER

The numb, pale old body

I gazed at the face, so blue

gazed at the veins

so prominent...stuck to the body outside

so cold & hard from inside.

Oh heaven! Oh heaven! hold on,

cure the body or else take on.

Such pain & sorrow

that clouded over him

as if he was reciting his last hymn.

Better take up the life

or take away his life.

Address death to pain

which would be justice done

but no more restrain.

Life is a game of god

two options to avail...losing life

or searching peace in pain.

Now let the soul rest in peace

reward his pain with a life in heaven.

Those eyes with tears of pearl on a faded face

had to part forever from the nameless grace.

Don't hold back this time...for I'll be the one to cheer much

at the final medal of life he wins

at his last breath...

ILLUSION

MELT AWAY...

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

THE CHASE

I still remember the run. I was running to catch it...very fast...even faster. The excitement to catch it made me forget the distance & direction. The mischievous wind soughing in my hair, the speed which light would fear... This was the passion. I kept running ups & lows trouncing successfully know not what number of huddles. The ecstacy seethed through each pore on my skin, the moment I saw myself nearing my catch. For a moment I felt blessed with Arjun's Eye. I kept ignoring my gasp which grew with the gallop of my feet. Arms stretched, greedy fist, heart's fandango, eyes wide open to imprint & captivate the moment's excitement for time immemorial...I run finally. Yes, only a grab away..... And....... O God!!!!! I turned with rage to see someone pulling me back. "Stop it. It's not yours. It was never yours. Let it go free". My senses freezed ever securing the moment's feel. The words echoed hard in me burrying my heart's cry deep within. I saw her calm & sinless; smiling or mocking at my foolishness??? She was my conscience. I saw myself holding me back. I never walked a step without her before. Now, how could I do this? I think she was right. It was never mine. But I was not ready to absorb it even if I accepted it. The momentary pleasure of having something which was never meant to be yours, sometimes makes human beings crave. I am a human being. Was I saved? Was it that I succumbed to fear...fear of losing? Or was it that I became a slave of my non-performance? I never questioned back at her. May be all she did that day was a blessing in disguise. I love her. Or did I love him???