Ajey Pai K

Ajey Pai K Jun 2018

Eyes

Forged out of stardust and shines,
Your eyes peep into the depths of my soul-
Threatening to steal my beating heart-
They are conquerors from the kingdom of love.

To a person with a lot of questions and curious eyes.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

What's in a name?

****** lips pinned to the walls of hell,
Vile tongues severed as punishment.
For a deed misplaced once, twice, thrice
Fans a flame that can't be quelled.
What is in a name? That is the question.
The proverbial Shakespeare intervened.
As words bearing his name become sermons,
Irony owed to history'd died a hundred deaths.

A name puts a man's deeds in ink
As it beguiles a lover in hidden letters.
And as the wine glasses begin to clink
Names are said right for the better.

May 2018

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Fellow Passenger

His head kept bumping on my shoulder
and he was not my father
or anyone I knew

he smelled as if a bath was overdue
and slept like wasn't a place better
than the ***** briefness of my shoulder.

Breaking down was my brittle patience
needled by his bristled cheek
brushed by his shabby dress,

was for rest the man hard pressed?

Wouldn't I have been nudged by pride
if the head on my shoulder was my father
happy to have him by my side?

as he gets older
does his blurry mind miss
a place where he is not alone

one or any shoulder
for an untimely nap in peace
a quiet stranger to rest upon?

A bus ride in the heat, Mar 15, 2018, 2pm

Ajey Pai K May 2018

Breathe

The forebodings of the dark night call,
To the yearnings of my meekest soul-
To those days of yesterday that pass,
And punishments that've taken their toll.

Wherefore do these worries rile,
To the resoluteness of my will-
To those days of fulfilling deeds,
And the countless yen I let them ****.

I might tread my path without vision,
My stars to providence on a platter-
Thy words shall serve as allusions,
To breathe for as long as I need.

-Breathe.

With love, for peace.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

Colours

Out of the many colours of the world, my favourite are the ones in the night sky.
Dark and solemn, they seldom have anything to hide.
In the death of the sun, lies the creation of a masterpiece.
In the canvas of the clouds, the moon becomes the centerpiece.
While the shimmering stars sing a symphony of sparkles,
The stern planets groove to the hush of their splendour.

When the night of the mind brings night to the world,
New colours are brewed while dreams are dreamt.

Colours of the night are two shades darker in our minds; as our realities are magnified as such.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

The effort at eighth

By the sweat of thy brow fate is written;
As in the greatest failures success sprouts.
Unyielding, undying and naught but brave;
Glories are earned in rolls of little bouts.

Where does the conviction of the meek lie?
Where do the shameless losers go to die?
'ts a human folly to give up short in effort,
By providence, many lessons go unlearnt.

So what if thee fail several times?
What if life sanctions against thine?
Thee might fall seven times,
But thee must stand up the eighth.

Try try till you succeed, they say.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

To a feeling

There is beauty in the failure of words-
Like the withering leaves on an autumnal eve.
For what the best words fail to deliver-
Are the most precious things that we feel.