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Clammy creepy freaky fright
virulent vermin scary sight
tell me what is that.

Crawling craving webbing prey
frightens her when eats her whey
saved when pounces cat.

Ominous is its wicked lull
saintly sitting on the wall
mischief within skull.

Meditate in a stupored trance
quickly clinches preying chance
victory's joyous dance.

Brutish brownish bitter brat
worse than hornet bees and gnat
tell me what is that.

**** if you can in one slap
break its sticky ******* trap
hear hands' roaring clap.
Gone waste the hour
under the clock tower
faded face forgotten name
promises made never came
the one showered abiding smiles
kept me walking empty miles
with no retrieval no salvaging wreck
but failed promises destined heartbreak
vows made yet not delivered
cast aside in time withered

upon their ruins where now I stand
holding death's icy hand
with no return to the trodden track
ahead the flight of no comeback

*but I would have them not come on my way
would kiss your face live another day!
Dec 2013 · 788
Sandbar
come here beckoned the sea
though I have receded beyond *******
come awhile to be with me
low tide has taken me far.*

my eyes pierced the haze saw beyond her crown
glinted in the tidal greed narrowed in longing frown
the heart pumped and the feet itched it is not that far
her kiss and the saline hug veiled behind *******.

what if it's just a dream and much more is at stake
going there for her embrace gathering wispy flakes
may seem unworthy on waves the wishes' ride
she would reveal none or little she would only hide.

what if it's a trap her feigned bait alluring
the hovering mirage before touch would fly away on wings
the shining buzz of the haloed night drowsily winking stars
they all know I mustn't yield to travel beyond *******.

I could hear the deafening voices coming from shore behind
they chorused *be alert of pitfalls of a tempted drunken mind
too long cocooned in comfort zone can no more go that far
come back pick up the broken pieces this side of *******.
Dec 2013 · 568
Wooden Smiles
We try to be happy all the time
But not dare the untrodden miles
Forget the heart’s rapturous rhymes
End up in wooden smiles!

Someone please give me smile broad and wide
So can be seen all my teeth
Tell me a belly rip where laughter can’t hide
Give me spacious humor’s width!

Tell me a joke wild nonsense and trash
Make all my muscles ache in pain
When the waves of laughter upon me crash
I’ll in happiness go insane!

I haven’t laughed friend it’s quite a while
Want a laugh long left in the past
Bring this weary soul a plateful of smile
Make my lips break away from the rust!

Tell me a story that I roll on the ground
In laughter sparkling clean
For jaws long in wooden smiles bound
That would be the best medicine!
Dec 2013 · 349
Quick Heal (10w)
There is no quick heal
for any of life's ordeals!
Dec 2013 · 260
Paradox (10w)
Can’t say
If dreams
Help me *find or lose way.
Dec 2013 · 701
Grey Shades of Evening
green hungry eyes wait for me at the road corner
a forever mourner
my disappointment i can't hide
failing once again to feed a mouth on the roadside!

her every evening i meet
waits the pariah on the street
for one scrap of biscuit!

she's my sullen evening's muse
quite easily i find an excuse
sorry sweetie i was lost in thought
am sorry i again forgot!


she waits till the last of my sight
till gone in the stark length of night
her eyes pleading tomorrow when we meet
must celebrate with a piece of biscuit!

the night sky brims with the stars
in the air is grim chill's curse
*what if she's carried away on wings
leaving me with desolate evenings!
Dec 2013 · 1.0k
The Wife of Seven Husbands
There’s no love sated
In one man, one woman
It flows unabated
For endless span!

In life she had seven husbands
But love with her is buried where her tomb stands
Many more might have come to her life
The lady she’s known as *the seven husband’s wife.


Empty would seem her heart’s treasure trove
If she had stuck to merely one love
So when tired she banished one for good
Found herself another as her soul’s food.

She searched love towards that end made attempt
But after a while grew familiarity’s contempt
Love is no water that can be held in one jerrycan
When one man was exhausted was time for another man.

Often she fell for them drawn by their exterior
Only to find afterwards their inferiority to her
All their sweet talks were hollow in every bit
Impossible was to endure their annoying habit.

Yet she didn’t cease her search for love true sublime
To bond in a relationship that would stand the test of time
But that she never found remained empty her treasure trove
She passed from one man to the other not found real love.

The seven men that failed her in love she ended their term
For they unbeknownst to them had caused her fatal harm
By not fulfilling her cherished goal not being loving husband
*Leaving her with no choice but with their blood to smear her hand!
At the tomb and memorial of Susanna Anna Maria (cover photo), 1809
It’s said she had married seven times and killed all her husbands as they failed her in love.
She lived in a period (18th century) when a woman couldn’t live with men without marriage.
Dec 2013 · 737
Reach
I watch her picking shells
Drifting to faraway beach
It’s bad that I only remember
When she’s out of reach!

I could tell her when she was close
Could whisper in her ears
Could tell her with a bud of rose
Anytime all these years!


But why it seems the only time
When she’s out of reach
I shout it in sea’s din a mime
She’s busy picking shells on the beach!

I could tell her when she was beside me
I could tell her in the car
But why now when she seems busy
Straying on the beach afar!


Why it seems the best moment
A time most opportune
Though went years together spent
Holding hands in the moon!

I raise my voice today is the day
Her my thought must reach
But she’s gone far in the bay
She’s out of reach!

*She has drifted up the bay
Where I pine to reach
Tell her what I die to say
She’s busy picking shells on the beach!
Dec 2013 · 506
The Cross
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no Christmas carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!


Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!


The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross again on his second coming!
reflections on a visit to St. John's Armenian Church
Dec 2013 · 872
Just a Kid
On my first day as a tutor (a sad tale for tutors)
Said the boy, sir, your face looks like a horse
Shocked beyond words by the slapping commentary
I said how it matters boy show your book of history!

History, oh no, that’s a subject I abhor
It hasn’t anything that needs a tutor
The kings and queens and years of wars
Got no charm for me all the unending curse!

My hands itched hard to pull out his hair
Just a kid I said and it won’t be fair
I must put up with all the nonsense
Mend him and get my reward for patience!

Don’t talk like that boy bring your English book
How far you’ve progressed let me have a look
English, it’s so easy I can learn by myself
It’s one subject I need no tutor’s help!

It’s time I thought to use my last card of trump
Bring boy your copy of subtractions and sums
Surely you need there someone to guide you
He kept quiet and my hopes soared anew!

Maths, that’s truly something from you I need to learn
If you offer to teach me there’s no way I can spurn
But before we proceed his chuckles he could hardly hide
Do crawl on all fours to be the horse I love to ride!

A thousand bees stung me a million sparks flew
I knew my time was up wasn’t anything more to do
I wished to give his head the hardest hammer’*****
Just a kid I had to swallow made a hasty retreat!
This is for poet Jay Esse in response to her poem let's be honest here
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/lets-be-honest-here/
Dec 2013 · 813
Haunting
After the hunting tour
he rested there with his paramour
the setting sun and her face
erased the day's weariness!

As the birds nest-bound fluttered wings
his fingers and hers muttered whisperings
for soon would end the day
and time for the two to go their way!

Now the westerly sun kisses the weeded stones
the wind stops here howls dirgeful moans
the pervading melancholy knows no redress

*we are lovers of now and time is merciless!
lovers' resting place in ruins, please see my cover photo, it haunted me last evening.
Dec 2013 · 380
Only the cloud was knowing
how was life all these years?

I stumbled on her under drifting cloud.

they passed well,
a steady family
and all that comes with

and yours...

as good as it could
stable, solid...

if she was digging my face
I wouldn't let her
for she seemed quite unlamenting,
I wouldn't have her see
the void!

I looked up
she too

and only the cloud was knowing

the clouds they parted
in rains
rolling down...

there was now no hiding the pain!
Dec 2013 · 812
The Way You Want Me
I could be anything the way I wish
A bowlful of food an empty dish
A blade of grass or a redwood tree
But I want to be the way you want me.

I could be anyone the way I wish
Furrowed forehead or smiles that please
A heart rigid or a mind that’s free
But I want to be the way you want me.

I could be a face covered with veil
A man of dogma or with free will
Kissing wind or a stinging bee
But I want to be the way you want me.

I could be the man I thought I must
Winner in suspicion loser in trust
A narrow stream or the boundless sea
But I want to be the way you want me.
Dec 2013 · 715
Black Bureau
Four horses’ trots pierce the stillness of the night
They gallop on the wind in luminous moonlight
The carriage wheels seem to float up in the air
It’s past midnight and not a soul is there!

The large white mansion in the depth of night lay
With none to warm its rooms had seen better day
When breeze along its driveway the four portly horse
They stop and emerge a man his face wearing remorse!

The shadow in soldier’s uniform briskly walks into a hall
Through the cobwebbed dust resting long without footfall
With a dignified bearing reflecting his royal class
Moves about the rooms possessed by intense purpose!

He sifts through all the papers in a state of frantic mind
Pursuing an obsessive search seeking his precious find
Somewhere must be lying in dark corners out of sight
The black bureau and within its drawers cure for his plight!

This night of New Year’s Eve shines bright the firmament
But the shadow grows pale pining for the prized document
For that only can salvage his pride light once more his face
Protect him from impeachment become his saving grace!

He flurries through the staircase reaches the upper floor
Needing to search all nooks behind windows and the door
For time for him is running out his glories are at stake
When moon goes down west arrives the daybreak!

In soldier’s dress in red and white at the back the folded tail
He walks each room the long corridor leaves on dust no trail
The night turns dead stars go out still empty is his hand
He gets back home disappointed in the faraway distant land!
Warren Hastings (1732-1818) was the first Governor General of Bengal. On his return to England, he was impeached in the House of Commons for his alleged misdemeanor and crime during his time in India. While leaving India in 1785, he reportedly mislaid a black bureau containing some important documents. It is said that his ghost returns on every New Year’s Eve night to his residence Hastings House in Kolkata in search of those papers that he badly needs to prove his innocence in the impeachment proceedings.
Dec 2013 · 1.3k
What Was Once Boasted
Some a flowing field of corn
some a barren plate
they die if they are ever born
falls quietly to their fate!

There's little in your hand to choose
not much that you can do
surely isn't a fun to lose
knowing so fast they grew!

What was once the face's grace
boastful glory of crown
vanish without leaving a trace
black or white or brown!

Know the truth bare and harsh
whatever color we dye
from sapling to the tallest grass
is destined to wane and die!
Dec 2013 · 621
Still You Love
you know what it takes
you know what's the price
there isn't a love without a heartbreak
without unpleasant surprise!

you know how it breaks
you know about its curse
there isn't a love without a heartache
without bruises and scars!

you know the stakes are high
you know it takes your all
there isn't a love without a sigh
without the pain of fall!

you know its tearing claws
you know it leaves you hurt
still you love because
you believe it in your heart!
Dec 2013 · 450
An old story retold
We sit by the pool
His eyes remote
He takes a mouthful
Doesn’t go down his throat!

Can you skip office
For me for a day
Give your work a miss
At home with me stay!


That’s what he said
Recalls the son
Back at home stayed
His father alone!

My old man misses me
His plea I didn’t heed
Needs my company
His I don’t need!


His lunch now gets cold
Something isn’t right
An old story retold
A lost appetite!
Dec 2013 · 683
Palm Reader
Come to me I’ll decode the meandering streams on your palm
I’ll take you on a time travel to know what are yet to come
Though heavens have determined what path your life will take
The ups and downs all upheavals happiness and heartbreak!

Lend your palm if you trust it for the planets there have etched
If you sign off your life in sunshine or end up feeling wretched
For all your grinding endeavors may close on you all doors
Your strivings may go in vain leaving you with no recourse!

Sit with me a session see what future holds in store
Love marriage family friendship finance and much more
For each hurdle is a remedy each hindrance an overcome
For misfortune a ward off for bad time a curing balm!

Come have your dreams come true your fortune take right turn
I’ll get you blessings of Jupiter keep out conspiring Saturn
Protect you from all evils offer you the right stone

*I wish I knew my fortune too if only could read my own!
Dec 2013 · 1.1k
The Stranglers
The path winded through the jungle their tread was cautious slow
Walk they must still a long way till the sun goes down below
They carried with them precious merchandise monies earned from trade
What dangers lay on their way what would befall them they were afraid.

They walked ceaseless in worried face their words broke the silence
The shadows lengthened it bothered them still long was the distance
As luck would have it there came along a retinue of tradesmen
They too were heading the same way carrying with them trade's gain.

Thank god we have met you for we carry with us good treasure
The way is not safe we have heard dangers lurk in immense measure
We would be secure if we travelled together in large number's strength
For our wealth we must safe keep till we reach the journey's length.


As was proposed so was done they befriended and resumed their way
Warmly chatting sharing anecdotes not knowing when passed the day
When came evening they halted at a place set up camps there  for the night
Unburdened themselves for rest and gossip enveloped in glow of moonlight.

They discussed business profits bargains the many losses and gains in deals
Smoking hookahs chewing betel leaves passing time till served their meals
When dinner was over they sat together shrouded in smoke and night's song
Basking in friendship not once doubting tomorrow would never come along.

Behind each man sat another one a silent sign game was on play
Eyes roamed on eyes death in disguise waited to fall on its prey
Then came one call ominous and small a voice said let's take break
In one clean swift sweep fastened handkerchiefs strangled the unaware necks.


In less than a minute stopped each heartbeat with such precision was it made
Bodies lay still the hunters got their **** without much struggle and bloodshed.
They buried each corpse leaving no trace the two groups became one
In the name of Kali they had used the noose got the ***** for a job well done.
No organized cult of killers has ever murdered as many people as the Thuggee. In the 1830s this Indian secret society strangled upward of 30,000 native people and travelers as a sacrifice to their goddess Kali, the Hindu Triple Goddess of creation, preservation, and destruction. The name Thuggee comes from the Sanskrit" sthaga", deceiver. William Sleeman, an officer in the Bengal Army appointed by Governor General Lord Bentinck rid India of the society of stranglers who were not seen after the 1850s.
Dec 2013 · 405
11/12/13
A funny date
getting messages that say
HAPPY DAY

It's a happy day
a wonderful date
only when seen the English way
but the wonder is gone
when it's arranged American

12/11/13
Dec 2013 · 405
Class Apart
I have a recurring dream.

We two would sit in the same class
he beside me
learning physics che (mystery)
history philosophy
from common teachers
common lectures
and find
who reaped it richer
be better than the other

but when I try to sell him
my dream

doesn't approve, my son!
(1)
English pronunciation
is immense confusion
and often I seek
clarification
from macmillan
but when I try my luck
to earn fast buck
I log on
makemillion.con!

           (2)
Three thousand five hundred
his labor's price
his labored prize
he hands over to his father
his father
who knows better than to spend it
rewards of son's toil
bitter and sweet!

           (3)
I wish I were dead
and not he
now who will look after me?

cries the woman
a heart failure
having robbed his man.

with no hint of tears in her eyes
she doesn't disguise
her plea

*I part her with a hundred rupee.
They all said they had seen none
The owner vouched he had it on bed
But in the morning the mobile phone was gone
Who could steal it troubled the four heads.

The four mates in the house had their alibis
They slept sound after late night chore
One can’t expect them to be up by sunrise
The question is who opened the door.

Only one boy said he was out for a walk
But he locked from outside before exit
He affirmed he found untampered the lock
Everything was as it was when he left it.

Another boy’s story gave a vague impression
Earl morn he sensed someone was there
But before soon he vanished in thin air
He wasn’t sure if it was an apparition.

The remaining one he needed no alibi at all
They knew he would sleep without cessation
In his state of slumber would be nothing to recall
One could safely keep him out of suspicion.

The last one left was the owner of the phone
Of course he wouldn’t steal from himself
But fact was in his room he lay alone
Could remove it without any help!

He didn't appear much let down by the theft
Said somebody might have sneaked in
After the first boy for a walk had left
The apparition the other had seen.

To this day the case has not been solved
Among the suspects can count all the three
Each one had alibi but none could be absolved
The missing mobile remained a mystery.

The three still talk about the fourth guy
The owner of the missing mobile
For that same afternoon he went to buy
A new phone to close the case file.
Dec 2013 · 3.3k
Savage
Before I take one last bow
Plunge it hard deep it go
I beg

*When history writes its page
Mark me not a savage
But one who loved his girl well
Till to the trap he fell
Of being too fussy
In love’s jealousy
A trait that breed
Possessive greed
Pay reasons no heed
In love blind and mean
Doubt the ******
And end up
Spilling misery’s cup
Cursing fate
Realizing too late
An act badly done
Killing the beloved one
Losing patience
To see her innocence
And then beg
The history’s page

Not to mark him a savage
Othello
Dec 2013 · 519
Living For
One of these days
I’ll keep aside a day for mourning
Nay remembering.

I’ll journey through memory
To dig up buried faces
My priceless treasures
Passing guests of life
Touching me for minutes
A few hours
But carving in my heart
Impressions imperishable
And who I outlive
With a sense of guilt
Pangs of conscience
That in those minutes
By those hours
They did miraculously more
Than I have ever thought of doing
Across far longer time
Living for what they gave me
But not living for what they taught me
In those small hours
Miniscule minutes
When their eyes only gave
Their hearts only parted
The noblest thing for me
That I failed then
To understand

Reciprocate!
Dec 2013 · 515
Unrelenting
She thought she had slept all along the night
When on her eyes fell the moonlight
She shivered to see the door was ajar
Sea wind blew in ruffled her hair.

The vacant bed yawned she was alone
At this hour where he could be gone
The night outside wore a thin starry gleam
She inhaled the air still smelling of him.

Then she smiled as she heard the distant roar
Of waves breaking upon the unrelenting shore
She turned aside in the fullness of a deep residing peace
Certain his retracing footsteps in her sleep she wouldn’t miss.
An epilogue to Confinement
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/confinement-3/
Dec 2013 · 1.6k
Untaxed
Didn’t I hear you say the lawn I would mow?
Sundays come and Sundays go.

Grasses are taller so are the ****
Season is going where’s the flower seed?

Words aren’t taxed you use them free
Said this Sunday you would clean the chimney.

Wash the toilet scrub clean the commode
Sundays come piles up workload.

Lot of things to mend lots to replace
Why Sundays trudge in leisurely pace?

Why the bed conspires the morn breathes chill
Why must I lie back to get the Sunday feel?

Why Sunday is one day and not a whole week
Comes up the Monday devilish and bleak!

Sundays will come and Sundays will go
*As for my work only a poem or two to show!
Dec 2013 · 1.5k
Confinement
Moonlight washed me in its white crane wing
And she didn’t know I was far away
Quietly leaving her door!

Each glistening grain spoke her pain
Cajoling me to go back to her warmth
And not court the windswept shore!

How would they know I was not there seeking love
But dig deep the earthen night
Find something more!

Something more than love
More treasurable more eternal
Waiting to be discovered in that lunar carnival!


The sea knew the secret
But the waves wouldn’t return
What’s destined as a lover’s fate!

As the night waned in hush
Dimmed the moonshine
Slowed the wind’s rush

I stood on her door
Begged her
And she took me in her warmth

She knew

*I couldn’t be far!
on silver sands, past midnight, alone
Dec 2013 · 471
Choice
I wage a losing battle.

if the stray pup survives

one more dog on the street
one more hungry mouth

if I let it die

one more death for my conscience
one more compromise to
only the fittest survive

I make my choice.

In the name of Darwin
I can't let the pup die
under cold night sky.
Dec 2013 · 764
One Last Time
I told her
But she wouldn’t believe
She would for life not believe.

I can’t stay back dear
I don’t belong here anymore
They know it
And they’re waiting
They too had a day like this
.

And then I started to cry
Burying my head in her breast
Holding her tight

But I don’t want to go there
I can’t for your love
Leave this place
This house
This garden
These birds
These cats
The dogs...


I clung to her

Please do something
Tell me I’m dreaming
There aren’t none waiting
Your touch is true
My hugs are real
We stand here
Together
Bound in a fate
Nothing can separate


Time up they said
The more you stay
The more you suffer


She was weeping
I too

*Only she didn't see!
Dec 2013 · 568
Tomorrow
Do I get the job sir?

Tomorrow we can confirm.

He needed an employment so badly

A boy of nineteen
An would be graduate
Thrown into the vortex of life
To shoulder responsibilities
A boy of his age would not normally be required to do.

He touched his right hand on his head
And said

I promise to come back* tomorrow.

He went out on the road
With the dream of tomorrow
Little sunlit little brighter than today

His mind drifted someplace else...

His head crushed under the wheels of a bus!

I see him standing before me
His hand on his head
His lips parting in the vow

I promise to come back tomorrow.

Have you ever wept for someone
You don’t know have never seen
For you just a piece of news
Another accident
Another death on the road?


Then you would understand
Why my tears were inconsolable

Come back boy
Come back somehow
*tomorrow
A true story. I'm inconsolable.
Dec 2013 · 1.3k
Teatime Story
It happens with old men
Have seen it times umpteen
I’m a boy again
You too sweet sixteen!

You sit with folded knees
Pulling down your skirt
Lest in naughty breeze
Thereto my eyes dart!

As long as it’s your face
Things are hunky dory
Tales of such retrace
Tell you as teatime story!

But often it happens
As the dreams unfurl
I can’t make its sense
Appears another girl!

She may be the one I know
Or a face I have never seen
Crafted in moon’s glow
Carved from days of teen!

Such dreams they quickly abort
When her I embrace
Make with her a rapport
On her neck comes back your face!

Next morn I feel glum
Hide behind newspaper
Teatime I sit mum
Without a story for her!
Dec 2013 · 572
Impact (10w)
No life can be ordinary
impact of each being *extraordinary!
Dec 2013 · 2.9k
Goodness
On that bright day his mind was unusually calm
He stopped by the beggar to offer him some alms
Feeling at peace with himself without a trace of qualm
He took a deep breath, with life he was coming to term.

Goodness he pondered was quite an achievable feat
A small spark that made him offer the old man a seat
Each familiar face he smiled at such easy was to greet
Inside him he grew healthier being good was great benefit.

Why men suffer jealousy fight for one-upmanship
Instead of trading for goodness most precious human keep
Just not burn to earn his food comfort and restful sleep
But live in shining goodness make life a rewarding trip.

Being good with one’s own kind he felt wouldn’t do
Other lives around him must kindly be treated too
A crumb of bread for the street dog on its head a little pat
Pints of milk and a little care for the weak and ailing cat.

As he walked the road thoughts like these lighted up his face
He found waiting on wayside many things begging goodness
Determined he would reach them all do them a little good
He sprinted along in a sprightly gait his mind in deep brood.

Back home when she opened the door he gave her a broad smile
She glowered a little askance for he hadn’t done it a while

*What brings you this sheepish smile what for the elation?
Don’t even think you can ever make on me a good impression!
Dec 2013 · 944
A River of Tears
He was for long on the river sailing since sunrise
When under afternoon clouds the hamlet caught his eyes
Wearied by the sojourn to that land a faraway call
The green beckoned to rest his oars for a leisurely stroll.

He sat under a banyan to heal his limbs of pain
Darker grew the clouds the winds hinted rain
His heart too was aching the heart of a lonely man
For he had left behind his sweetheart his beloved woman.

It’s not known if clouds swelled in his dreamy eyes
His mind was too obsessed for the Empire’s rise
There he stood on the riverbank an alien on another’s soil
That he must till to build a kingdom paying with sweat of toil.

He remembered his three children their skin’s blended tan
Their rustic eyes reflecting their mother the one his woman
He reminisced under banyan shade how he fell in love with her
Only if he were a little late she would’ve been burned at the pyre.

*The man loved that sleepy hamlet built there a factory
The trade post became a city earned place in history
The river still meanders laden with the tears of pity
That swelled in his eyes for the woman he saved from suttee.
Job Charnock (1630-1692) is said to have founded the City of Joy (Calcutta now Kolkata). He landed at Sutanuti village on Hugli River in 1690 and set up there a trade post. The rest is history.
He saved an Indian woman from Suttee, married her and had three children with her.
Dec 2013 · 531
A Piece of Dupleix
The museum was deserted at mid-noon
The summer sun more than his taste for history
Drove him in for a stroll among the dead faces and objects.

His eyes caught the two warnings
Photography prohibited and
Don’t touch objects

He furtively cell-clicked Dupleix’s Bed
Solid 18th century teakwood
Carrying stains of his passions on white linen
Imprinted with the motions of his emotions

There he saw the ruler on the bedstead
With tender touch of fingers on his head
One svelte hand on the dark wooden stand


His hand involuntarily touched the wood

A small chunk fell into his hand
And without a second thought
In a forbidden impulse
He shoved it inside his pocket

He came out from the musty smell into the sun

A chip of Dupleix in his pocket
His passion’s outlet
Escapes from the ravages of war
To find solace
From the tender hands around him
Bought by force of wealth
Far far away from home.

Away from colonial past he breathed deep

The little wooden chip would be a memorable keep!
the incidents narrated in this poem are purely fictitous having no connection with the real events, places and characters.
Joseph Francois Dupleix was an 18th century Governor General of the French establishment in India.
Dec 2013 · 537
Night Traveler
Light is out why you toss on the bed
is there a poem storming your head?
is it some ache gnawing at your heart
bubbles of thoughts are breaking for a start?

How the night passes hours you don't keep
eyes forget closing shut tight in sleep
with tears and joys you bring the newborn
hold them close so they live to see the morn.

At the nightly hunt eyes glow like hawk
preying on words defying the restive clock
your mind runs roaring maneuvers your hand
turbulent oceans, the sky and the land.

You move beyond boundaries, cities and towns
reaching up the mountains digging deep down
sailing with the drift when an oasis you find
you let the night go, blank goes your mind.
Dec 2013 · 473
Nonsense (10w)
They deserve admiration immense
who sometimes talk and write nonsense.
Dec 2013 · 735
Romance
To him she’s an eyesore.

Early morn she comes to his door
Dog walking!

Not that he hates dog
A bachelor though
He holds no dislike for women
Secretly watches through the window
The leasher and the leashed
Very displeased

For in the evening’s dim-lit road
His shoes often meet soft messy things
Hidden in the undergrowth
and he being a gentleman
is left to curse under his breath
venting in the air his flak
and again next morn
they’re back!

He imagines the woman is alone and free
with only the dog as company
and given a chance
could bud romance
around her neck his arm would loop
and he would live happily ever after

*with her and dog ****!
Dec 2013 · 1.1k
Washerman
I wished I were a washerman
of the conscience.

Then I could wash out
jealousy hatred conflict
each first seed of sin
cleanse hearts
spread them in the sun
so once dried
there wouldn't be anymore tears
to dry
than those of joy!

I have ended up
quite close.

She calls me

*washerman's donkey!
Dec 2013 · 637
Other Side of Moon
Below the earlobe
near the edge of the cheekbone
is a hollow
my eyes follow.

There hides her treasure trove
unexplored
waiting to be unraveled
by probing lips!

This zone
on the wrong side
is the right side
to find

*untrampled love!
Dec 2013 · 462
An Apology
The struggling man
When he mugged a guy
Outside Museum of Natural History
Never thought
Nor ever thought his victim
They would be part of history
Not quite natural
Not archived within walls
By an apology
From beyond three decades
By the hunter
To the hunted
Now going to be forever preserved
In the Heart’s Museum of Unnatural History
One asking for forgiveness
And the other responding


**You’re a bigger man today

Apology accepted
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/12/01/michael-goodman-mugger-claude-soffel-apology-facebook_n_4367836.html
Dec 2013 · 608
Secret Joy
Looked around to make sure he wasn’t seen
Then with a self-mocking grin
He put on the funniest pair.

His face glowed in an unimaginable happiness
Born of his fanciful whim
And the secret was only known to him.

He felt he had stumbled on a precious find
To hide in his mind all day.

His feet too felt tickled
By those strange disparate mates
How everyday sameness they hate.

As for his shoes
They hadn’t a clue.

(he chuckled)

Like is not heard the nocturnal bird’s wing
They would never have inkling
No one
About this grotesque fun.


It harmed nobody
Not to know the secret of his feet
All day he would be carrying with
His selfish change-seeking self.

When he sat and the trousers went up
The sight of his own feet
Almost gave him a hiccup.

(he chuckled)

Come boy if this is not boundless joy
what is?


Back home
He threw them in the wash-tub
Only to catch next morn her surprised stare.

You’ve worn again

*Socks from two different pairs!
Dec 2013 · 2.8k
Green Coconut
Today I wouldn’t tell you about me

I would tell you about the green coconut
His eyes begged me a drink

Good sir just ten rupees
Fountain of life
To quench your thirst
Feed your hunger

All these sir for so cheap
Have it one please
For just ten rupees


His shriveled face
Shrunken eyes
Stretched palms
Offering heal of pain
Life’s fountain
For just ten rupees

His eyes begged me a drink

He knew my thirst
His healing remedy
Green coconut
Building between us
A bridge
For ten rupees

I’m sorry I failed
In what I said at the outset
For now standing here
I’m telling about me
An empty green coconut in my hand
In his eyes me

In this distant land!
Dec 2013 · 415
You too
thousands of miles traveled
longing to reach that place
where I would see you
your face
know you
your mind
touch you
your heart

but thought I hadn't found you
had yet to travel many more miles
search you once more from the start...

*I found you too had traveled

with me

in my heart!
Nov 2013 · 461
On the Last Day
Feel a scare
Every time I change the calendar
When on the last day of each month
I turn the page
Take it to the next day
Though today is still there.

I feel a little flutter
Seeing before me the next day
Only number content unknown
And mutter

*What if I ain’t there, hey?
Nov 2013 · 1.1k
On the Roof
My father walked on the roof
at night alone.

He used to come to his son’s home
seeking summer’s relief
from his nine month’s home alone
at the Himalayas foothill.

But he couldn’t leave the chill out.

His seven decades of mind
defied his frail frame
as he hugged the plain’s winter
without a woolen
painting summer on my roof.

Rarely I would be with him
but when he came down
he would speak animatedly
the constellations he had seen
the milky way
about the quarreling owls.

Wish I were there with him
all his nights on the roof
making four wandering eyes
looking at constellations
marveling at the milky way.

Now on some winter nights
I go to the roof alone
without my son
remember father
my heart aching in the thought

One day my son too would come

**Alone
the thought was inspired by Nat Lipstadt, http://hellopoetry.com/poem/up-on-the-roof/
Nov 2013 · 470
Company
The mellow winter sun falls on the newspaper

he loves it with the wisp of the steam
rising from the finest porcelein

his morn's elemental happiness

another blessed day, he thought
staring at the ***
and the two cups filled with the brew

a bitter smile passed his face

he drank from one cup

then the other...

*feeling he has company!
Nov 2013 · 1.2k
Summon
Ms Dolittle was giving her cuppa a sip
Her beady eyes drowned in deep brood
Last night she didn’t get enough sleep
The morning found her in a grumpy mood.

She had never seen them in all her years
Though read or heard about sightings
Dismissed them as mere conjectures
The believers’ flight on fantasy wings!

It might be the moonlight playing mischief with her
The moon can fool with such eerie nightly designs
Or maybe had a peg too many she couldn’t remember
She wasn’t unaccustomed to swigs of grapevines.

Whatever, she saw it clear not imagined in her head
The silhouette of her husband on the curtained window
Something she wouldn’t wish away as merely moon-made
He stood there upright waving to her in the moon’s glow.

Ms Dolittle brave as she is didn’t swoon or pass out
Just lay there motionless without rising to the summon
It was her husband about that she had no doubt
For in a troubled voice it said, ‘Come on’.

So there he was troubled for not having her company
And it was precisely what was worrying her
She had no idea with him how she could be

*She wasn’t yet booked for traveling that far!
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