She held me close
Oozing
Stream flowing
Moist eyes
Breath melting
oblivion.

Strolling through the pine
Rustic hair unfurled
Footsteps swindles.
Smile, paint the lament sky.

Fractional entity of the canvass
Look back and wonder, may even ponder, about the
Uncannily silent universe .

Often, crickets break the silence
to say,
She lost her way
To be away
Sway

Strolling through the pine
Rustic hair unfurled
Footsteps swindles.
Smile, paint the lament sky.

Fractional entity of the canvass
Look back and wonder, may even ponder, about the
Uncannily silent universe .
Often, crickets break the silence
to say,
She lost her way
To be away
Sway

Red soil, red salute
Red fight, arrive you.
Red hue in pitch black dark
Red morning, protest and march.

You are red, red thy I
We resist , promises petrify
Hands endure, fight we demon
Fascists demolish, red gratify.

Countrymen! The time has come, for
Red flag, red festoon rally
Rhododendron red, in our heart
Let us live against devilish thwart.

When pain moist your eyes
Tears, flowing down through your vest.
The sun don't shine anymore,
Unwind unfurled dream.

Hear the whisper of silent wind
you listened as a child,
Make your canvass blank
Splash colours, mild or wild.

Light, reflects on walls,
Comes back and questions.
Refraction from curtains,
Occupies razzmatazz mind
.........grossly withdrawn from I.

Light, your endless queries from the almighty till soul sacrifice;
Why tears is burden, thy the love!
Hallucinating you, unable to illuminate.

Hope, oppressed under your self-shine
Relentless brightness devalues the dark.
Dark side of your's forever hidden
Digging the truth, whole day long.

Your herald intrigued me to burn
Charred like a charcoal
A loathsome smile vividly said
You never loved me

Morose, whilst waiting
Hope! on  the horizon
The thunder pierce the heart
Putting me to rest forever.

I wrap you with hands, legs and soul
You are warm ,  i am steel-cold.
Need to speak, words remain untold,
Lips are moist, kisses are sold.

Times of hurricane , i'm lost in labyrinth
Confusions, resurrections, unfurled dreaming!!!
Voices are cacophony, echoes from empty bottle
Lyrics are hazed, beats are clinging.

Running the laps; no baton i need
Drink my alcohol, plant the seeds
When sapling comes, wake me up
I promise to bring warmth, my love.

The  tree asks me;
"How many years i will be alive"?
I say, please stay with me
Till the time i die....

Passing away and moment later, passed away,,
Leaving memories of tears and fear to loose

Happiness and love were moments i cherished
From friends and family,  whenever confused.

Walked political, for no personal gain
Saw wretched cunning folks, in dark alleys
Poor to poorer  but rich get richer
Good folks came but left too early....

Observed the henchmen, ruling the world
Wish my resurrection happens again
To share your pain and vanish sordid ones.

I ain't guilty, the judge didn't listen
Throw me in 5 star jail for a fortnight !
'Am facilitated with machines and need
No human, no animal: unknown voices creep.

Morning coffee till dinner at night
Sadden my loner self, darkness is bright
Blisters in mind,  itches body and soul
Ice cubes on cola, draws complex vibgyor.

Solitary is golden, but loneliness is curse
Viral society is frenzied, spreads only farce
Plotting a jail break, soon as possible
To meet nature with a new dawn...

In the strange room, 24*7
People come and go, without any name
Are they ghost or reincarnated?
Day and night long, remains the question.

They don't talk when i talk
My words remain gibberish
Their tears and laughter is silent
Coldness of a morgue, feverish

Death visits everyday, regretted but smiling
Does his duty , bodies are pilling
Some of them will return in this room
Speechless words and uncanny smiling....

Missing amenities, two days in dark
The dog too in grief, forgets to bark.
Zia is in forever darkness, up in north (Kashmir)
Margarine and butter babies, don't cry and howl.

Millions have died, lot more are homeless
Do you have a clue,?
Driven by dad or fiancee in branded wheeler
Your life is colour-purple-glue.

How many years will you act like a leech ?
Come once and stand with strugglers.
Where morning starts without breakfast
Two course meals are glitched.  

Stop your crocodile tears and think for a while
Two more days of darkness, without a mobile
Still you will be alive but so many will be gone
Can't bring them back, cry alone.....

Fonts, keeps changing in dreams
Simple arial to epicurean italics!
Life is stranded in cross-road
Mind, soul need to sleep.
End of constant wake-up call
Reincarnation, hates to be reincarnated.
Moments of tolerance and preference
Dwelled and swindled these bones
Rich expectations now and then
Deliberate sorry prefixes the chapters...

A lascivious laughter in darkness.
Who's she?
Neither the mother nor the sister
Hands like to touch her breast
But sound of a road roller, crushing pebbles
Often rob my silence.

I see your rustic hair
Flowing and flaunting in air
Floating, the essence of life.

Blatant mind, unleashed freedom
Fragnance of death, so pure
Tears of melancholy, can't be cured..

Mind is restless, my friend is dying
Can't reach out to her, know, she needs me.
Sighs in sleep and incoherent dreams
World locked me, in an agony.

I swear, I want to be there, soon as i can
Wait please, the way you always do
Last meeting, longing patience, you are in hurry
I ain't cry mama, painful worries, truly i am sorry

I make you laugh, when you are down
Won't you wait? for some days more.
Don't leave me and go away
I will see you smiling, I assure.

Tears, flood through my eyes
Runs down through the vest.,..
Tears, my solace in loneliness.

Never a careerist, but human for sure,
Haven't picked up a dumble, but genuinely humble
Attack me i will resist
With peace and love, not being a RACIST

You see my skin and tag it with colour
Black brown or white! it's  pornographic
Platonic, we share in FAMILY
Where i smile  in humanity....

Do not trouble me, with your God
Ram,  Christ , Buddha or Mohammed
Let me stay happy on my own
Be away from me, if you need bargain.....

No expectation, i was in dreams
You come in disguise as a nationalist.
Your kiss is  venomous on my lips
That is not love girl, you are opportunist...

**** me if you want
I keep chanting my chant
Brotherhood or **** errand
Power not to be smelt, from your wallet....

South bound wind shivers the spine
Dream i live on, "youth divine".
"Power" of evil, brutal thunder
Distant rays, in the horizon.

Will the chime sing to heal?
Oppressed, protest in biting cold
Birds don't wake you anymore
A bullet may torn your soul

Revolution, the calling comes!
Verdict, whatever may be
We continue to be united
Love, peace and serendipity.....

India- The country for "unity in diversity" is going through a social-political turmoil, people feel unsafe, unsecured.  My pen has stopped.....

I love the idea of hellopoetry.com. a virtual place to share intellects. A place where no personal attack takes place like FB, TWITTER etc, however classical criticism is always welcome for literary works.  A poet is a vestibule between meta and readers..hence rudeness, fight, copyright infridgement, grey marketing etc has no place here ......if ever possible we will meet in person in this hackneyed world to share more beautiful moments, poetry, music.....so nice.....love and peace

Guess I’m. “Riders on the storm”
“All my blue sky” is turned grayish black
“Wish you were here” chants my mind
“Time” is ticking away on the clock.

“Hey Jude”, where you ought to be
Is “China grove” your destiny?
Path is blocked by “The wall”
Comes “Desolation row”, through rusted chimney.

“Stir it up”, “no woman no cries”
Wounded you, “Stand up for your right”
“I shot the sheriff”, deputy disappears
In the “White room”, child curls in fright.

Leisure ushers when I’m “Comfortably numb”
“I’m a blind man”, bullets succumb
“Soldier of the fortune” I wait to be calm
“Great gig in the sky”, love returns.

Ashes in horizon,  blurry eyes.
Hazy you, silence cries.
Love over gold, diamond shines
Touch of the brush, painter divine...

Kiss is at stakes, winter dries
Moon fathoms sun, feels the agony
Bones are cold, heart is fried
Have i loved you? Or just tried

Longing for you, for long, forever!
Feels unequal, in lines of the ledger.
Toxic epoch rides emotional lader
Me within I, a motionless redder.

No direction home, Bob sings at ease
Lonesome hobo, some dimes in hip.
Mountain to the sea, he never creeps
Flickering candle, empty bottle weeps......

Folds are to be unfurled.
Unleash the untold
Lies to be tarnished
Truths to get scrolled.

Homeless to get shelter
A safe, cozy, warm bed
Hungers to be fed
With milk, butter and bread

Beast and savage attack
We shield fearlessly
Powerful to be desisted
Poor’s live gallantly

Find the wretched leaders
Ask relentlessly for the rights
Don’t leave the thugs easily
Pride and prejudice, in fright.

May someone gets killed
Or someone loses his arm
We will not appease any
Wash out, parasites and germs.

A pipe full of green.
Smoke! oozing to oblivion
Showering green blessings
Vision hazy, blue rain calling

No moral works. Soul sacrifice
Fusion in horizon, synchronized grip
Friends and foes, appear in dream
Blurred uncanny voices, echoing

Relentless journey, leech ***** the blood
Rich remain rich, poor dies in flood
Cluttered society, incoherent patriotism
Voice is choked, strangulated…….

They are labors the voice of my own
People call working man, inserts hatred upon.
Some says proletariat, someone calls communist
Pain hurts and hurts thy the pain, chokes in tears gallon

Master of all said, society amongst all and equal
Evils turned and destroyed the prophecies
Since then travelling through the darkened betrayal
Time passes through blacken roads of ***** politics……

Truth can’t be buried when hands together (of labors) prevails.
Tortured bodies dead or alive, protest diplomatic games
Powerful and powers is seen and hated, no-more under veils
Happy with a window a broken door, none is to be blamed.

Heart goes out to my brothers and mates, who are in distress
In cruelties of capitalism, we build our place accolade.
We are happy and harmonious, travelling the roads of wisdom
Equal is everyone, no supreme or demon, and no-one to forget……

Someone’s existence to be felt from far of distance
Masse’s morality stinks of power and lust
Love exists with money, fame, skin, age and race???
Not a mere relation, a philosophical quench, a singular’s thirst.

I love that girl, sales flower across the street
Her skillful hands crafts, “joy and woe are woven fine”
Sad pair of eyes glares with pain, so divine a treat
Is this love! Won’t fade away, remains a sacred wine?

Can’t touch you, won’t feel you, at top of my lungs I say I love you
I dream, I scream, sounds futile never ever reaches through
Whether I’m a rambling man, a hobo, a hippie beat or a communist
As a One in love of two babe, this is all for a loner’s gist.

Painter’s dissolution in painting
Decadence in social life too fast
Studio prejudice for public but a defence for painter
They are in constant depiction of the past.

Great tradition is over, new one yet to be founded
Designed visual pleasure, brilliantly serves the taste
Sublime motifs remain in tragic response
Are we richer than our past???

Forms of beauty contains as all possible marvel
Something eternal something transitory
Some are absolute, some are specific
Eternal beauty is superficial category

Oh, my BAUDELAIRE blues……

Her misty fascia appears and vanishes in a gleaming afternoon,
A melancholy darkness followed by to say! hug me, love me, lust me
Take me to eternal from the monastery through grave-yard
sand, mud, ice and storm, lives dried up funeral drums.

Staggering foot tiring hand, inept to bury the dead
Mother-nature shows no mercy in that night
Fragile resistance sweeps away everything you loved
Will you pain it to build up again?

Beloved syringe and lazy vein
White-rabbit and California sun-shine, soothed  
Joyce profound and Floyd stimulates agony
Charred and explosion…!!!  doors open, opened

The great says “religion is love”
Words of wisdom
Religion is in your heart
Not a brain damaged tantrum

I ain’t follow any, neither hurts one, who does
Temple, Church and Mosques! Eternal problem starts
Pope, Maulvi or Priest; power craved beast
Commend brutality, crunching heinous sins

Saffron became the color of power
A white turned grey vision
Fathom pink and see crimson
God indeed, a clever chameleon

What God says when the innocent is *****?
Tortured savagely and hacked to death.
She believed in YOU and your RELIGION
Lied in blood pool, gasping thee last breath…..

Stop the war, stop the bombs
Child is dying, inside the womb.
Birds are crying, crying everyone
Someone is lost, someone just gone.

Blood in the breakfast, served to them
Politicking, polarizing in their vein
I need your backyard, but I need at any cost
Be you dead or alive, my dog baths in beer froth….

Who care’s…who who cares???

Eyes are dried up, tears for funeral drums
Endless motionless bodies, in the poultry firm
Is it a bird flu or flu from the tunnel?
Wherever it is from, it’s a turmoil……

Who care’s…who who cares???

BIRD
You are born with wings, feel the lust of freedom in the sky;
From above you see! people fighting, shrinking, dying.
Bullets in the head, body in the sling

If God is up there, do you ask him?
Or. To demon about his feelings?
You find them speechless. Both having fun, cruelty bounding.

How many epochs the man becomes a slave?
Their happiness ruins under power and grave
Wish I could fly above the ruthless world,
I naïve Destroy the myth and ours beastly crave.

Do not come down to a sickening planet.
In sunlight, rain or mayhem
Be destined where you are
Man will **** you, in this terrain.....