Poetry

Fear In The City

Fear on the streets,
Faith would decide right to live;
Suspicion of passer-by a survival trick! 

The women, children, the in-firms –
All caged in !
Armed “democracy” chasing on streets,
Dragging them out from utopian dream.
Help! Help! Help!
No one listens! No God even!.
Evils that surround the flesh feast
Never know the joy of giving
- the prime education is life-Snatching
Stood up agile vice on the by-lanes -
Rumors, of lost life and diminishing hope,
Evil’s wing spread shadows over the city
As sun kneels down in the west.

(An extract c@GM2010)

Today is my last day!

Today is my last day!
The day I was born,
I cried a lot with fisted hands.

Today I am leaving in peace
Others will perhaps cry.
A body will tour to burning ghat
A funeral ceremony would be held
Thirteen days later
And a gala meal to follow,
That friends and relatives will enjoy
But I will not be there.
Incense sticks someone will light
My photo frame – garlanded, the focus.
Relatives will come
and crowd the building
Children will play hide and seek
My son will be happy!
So many relatives together,
Never seen in his life!
So many pat and good wishes
Never received before!

(An extract c@GM2010)

Play with Nature

I wish if I could lie in that vast field of darkness 
-Playing with the moon and lonely trees. 
Would feel the soil's fragrance 
after a quick untimely rain. 
Muddy roads and sprouting green leaves.

A few flowers would casually peep.
Swaying palm trees would dance.
Soon, the moon would
join the party as the only guest
- Filling his glass of charm with heavenly wine.
You can spot me there - a little kid,
fleeing from his bed,

(An extract c@GM2010)