Incurable

Inquisitiveness kills the mockingbird,

As the mother sings a lullaby,

Hush says the gatekeeper,

A devil resides in all of us,

Of undertones and overpowering,

Richness of a crippled blood,

Of the downtrodden, merciless,

Ruffling of the trees by the unseen,

A silent cold whispers the beloved words,

You are the God himself and the devil,

And the Satan’s only son,

You are the muffled tones that erupts,

In cramped corners, broken shades,

In disguises as shadows,

You are the friend of a dying one,

The darkness that peaks through,

Two mountains and a kissing sun,

Neither dead nor alive,

You have been shunned,

From closed doors, open hearts,

You are the disease that resides,

Yet breathes and lives in all of us,

A soul left to wander a long journey,

Never ending road of judgements,

Prejudices, presumptions,

A road constructed by the divine,

In the name of God,

You are the sole proprietors,

Of your actions, truth lies,

You are the untold lies of each and everyone,

An eclipse hovering over the horizon,

A line that divides, encircles,

You do not belong to the pure blood,

A devil resides in your blood,

You have been corrupted, rotten,

Disease runs in your veins, heart, soul,

As your mother sings a lullaby,

For the one who has been by your side,

Unperturbed by the unruly society,

You whisper your final words,

In cramped corners, broken windows,

The darkness that peaks through,

Two mountains and a kissing sun.

Purple Haze

The final verses of my vivid life,

In colours of purple haze,

Morning skies seem alive,

With the Thunderbirds passing by,

She was never the love of my life,

Never the soul of my dreams,

Unless the dreams were seen in daylight,

Daylight is nothing but a symphony,

Of clear blues, mesmerizing eyes,

Sky reflects beneath her silver moon,

Streaming past her glaring smile,

She could kill a thousand lives,

Make a few traffic jams,

Blur a few, between the lines,

Freeze the time for a second,

Yet the world seems to wander,

In colours of purple haze,

Seems to climb away,

From all the hustle and bustle,

But the window is 6 inches wide,

As she stands staring at the other side,

Morning skies seem alive,

Sensing something in colours of grey,

Of thunderous rains, pouring eyes,

Never the soul of my dreams,

The screams of a beautiful child,

Realized yet unfulfilled all my life,

She could envelope a thousand skies,

Sky reflects beneath her silver moon,

As every inch tries to squeeze in,

Fragile body, clinging to the final ties,

Morning skies seem alive,

Two bodies in dismay yet visualize,

Sky gasping beneath her silver moon,

In slow breathes it comes alive,

In colours of purple haze,

Screams echoing of a beautiful child,

As the fragile body wobbles beneath,

In tender whispers, whimpers,

Fragrances from every pour of the skin,

Delusional are the senses for some time,

Epitome of pain and belonging,

Of forgetting and forgiving,

Of two souls like synchronized swimmers,

Sky reflects beneath her silver moon,

Of slow hushes, screams whisper,

In colours of purple haze,

World seems to come alive.

Rotten Seeds

Tragedy under the mistletoe,

Bids a final kiss of goodbye,

You are no more a living being,

A mere shadow of a wife,

A woman with hollow needs and desires,

You are a piece of wooden sculpture,

Rotten from the inside,

You have been a faithful daughter,

A loving mother, a caring wife,

Ten drops of blood seeping beneath,

Ripe are your wounds of agony,

Agony has no meaning unless filtered,

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

You have been a caring wife,

You leaned near the creaking doorstep,

For distant, long hours, awaiting,

Waiting, seconds, minutes, hours,

Days have even lost your sight,

Sun has never been faithful to you,

Neither the growing moon,

Your two sown seeds of long days,

And short nights, have become mere shadows,

Flailing, reverberating the same old pain,

Nothingness seeps inside.

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

You have been a caring mother,

A heartfelt sister, a loving wife,

A bell screams in agony inside,

Your two sown seeds,

An enveloping son,

An overshadowing daughter,

Of long days and short nights,

You have been a loving wife.

You have been a loving mother,

A heartfelt sister, a caring wife,

Ten drops of blood seep beneath,

Wooden floor creaks inside,

Piled up are the deeds of,

Rotten seeds once planted inside,

Revenge from the one,

Who planted the seed,

Jealous of the beautiful daughter,

A treacherous son,

You have been a loving wife,

Ten drops of blood seep beneath,

Wooden floor creaks inside,

Piled up are the deeds of,

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

Nothingness seeps inside,

You have been a caring mother,

A heartfelt sister, a loving wife.

"She has always been a caring mother, a loving wife, but the long hours of loneliness and wait have driven her to insanity. I have used sun and moon as a symbol of her son and daughter and thus termed as long days and short nights, long hours of waiting for her son and daughter. Revenge, Jealousy and treachery are the three symbols of her husband, daughter and son which have been described in the last few lines. Even after killing her husband, son and daughter she is close to loneliness and nothingness as she thought ending the reasons of misery would end the pain forever"