Haiku....

Around-the-clock lightening and thunder
In the oil wells
-Iraq war

Lines are pictures too….

Soft flowers don’t browse my feet
Just Prickly thorns
But I wipe the blood
And walk away
Cool breeze of the west
Don’t pass my way
Just polluted air
That makes my lungs turn
Black like sheets of carbon
But I breathe the fumes
Anyway…
The year long fury of the
Big red sun
has burnt my umbrella
So I walk long distance
With only the shade of my shadow
To guide my way
Eagles circle around my head
Day after day
As I crawl with bare hands
Barely alive
But not yet dead
With one hand
I cover my defenseless body
With the other
I weave clothes
Today-
These banks may be in awe with my new rise in tides
But this river
Has come down squeezing its way
Through countless desert rocks
Mixing tears of pain
Along its path
These seeds have grown
By hitting the hard rock
Over and over again
And today I cannot be consoled
With the flowers that vine over my wounds
I live in isolation from this society
Recluse you may call me
Is biography an account on an individual’s life?
Or is it answer seeking society’s
Whole address?
Music made from torment is
From the rattle of my memory stream
My pens nib
Donating blood to my
Crushed hopes and dreams
Here I haven’t said some truths
Is the truth
But
Everything said is nothing but the truth
Came here to
Draw a picture
But my canvas has only few lines
But lines are pictures too..
Taught me lives greatest lesson
The Gift of love
As I learnt this
I feel a heavy weight on my shoulders
Oh! Its nothing ...
Just the stoop of years gone by!

Love song from him...

He wrote a song about his love for me
It was moving enough for me to walk over and squeeze his hand
I told him his beautiful words would stay in my heart forever
and the tune in my head,
He sang the song in a soft low tone,
Of his unadulterated , pure and ever lasting love for me
somewhere during the midst of his crooning
I spotted the bruises on my torso
Ouch! the gift of his love,
my butchered body..

Scattered Truths

Phoney imposters
everywhere we turn
Houses
Streets
Hearts
Even the shadow of the truth
Looms large on the deserted walls
Causing dread in the minds of the once fearless
The search for adventure long gone
Crushed, defeated, humiliated , broken
is the spirit of our times
Drowning in the mindless vortex
of second handed practices
We are children of the doomed
crawling through some meaningless maze of life
What remains is the butchered , pieces of scattered truth
of an unforseen collision.

Knocking on heavens door....

All set to knock heavens door
But will it open?
Only if I know
I can knock with verve
Untill I do
I will suffer this pain
That eats my insides
Every waking hour and day
Is this sky within my reach?
Only if I know
I can spread my wings
Untill I know
You wont clip my feathers
I will stay in this cocoon and live forever
When I touch that soft place
I bulit in your heart
Can you still hear the melody
Or has it broken apart
Tell me now
I shall knock and wait forever
Oh what cruel joy this wait would bring
But untill I know
I shall simply suffer this pain
that eats my inside
every waking hour and day

More Haikus .......

Poverty

Days without wages
Sleepless
"my hunger"

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Solitude

Uninhabitated desert
alone stood
the lonely tree

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Is there Sea without waves?
Child without mom?
Smile without lips?
Body without soul?
Life without misery?
Heart without love?
There is no "I" without you
So tell me
Is there a "You" without me ?