Rain Drops

Things that we say to each other,

Seem more like a puzzle to others,

Can’t deny the fact that even I get jumbled in her words,

For a minute I forget everything, I keep mumbling to her,

She keeps looking at me as if trying to figure out something,

Trying to fix those pieces of puzzle tangled up in me,

I settle myself besides her doing nothing for hours,

We talk to each other in whispers lying under the covers,

Shimmering drops of rain pouring outside the window,

Matching its rhythm with the beat of my heart,

Pouring down from heaven my love for her,

I try to hold some in my palms and share it with her,

We hold each other’s hand for a while saying nothing to each other,

Feel the pulse running through us, part of my soul removed,

Sacrificed, destroyed and cannot be taken back especially for her,

I don’t count the years I spend with her,

Just the moments preserved so that I can keep on breathing,

Even if I’m suffocating seizing the time for her,

Stay there forever if I could when she passes by,

Only minutes left before they turn off her life,

Just a mere click of a button on her life support system,

Pain at its epitome that you can just admire,

I kept looking at her for a while when they turned her life off,

Puff goes the life in a breeze words out of my reach to describe,

To describe my love for her it never died,

Words will remain inscribed on her gravestone forever,

My memories a part of the holy earth now,

Please take care of her when I die.



Words on her gravestone
“Rosemary I can still feel that pulse of your life running inside me even if you are here no more. I know life would be tough without you death won’t come for me in the blink of an eye. But I will still catch some of those rain drops for you because they remind me of your warmth. Keep shining for me sit beside me not for hours but just for a while”.

Merry-Go-Round

Round we go night after night,

Two little kids went out of sight,

Her mother found sitting between them,

Unperturbed by her thoughts singing a lullaby for them,

“Sleep little angels with the moon and the stars,

Consume yourself into the darkness,

Shards of glass pierced into your hearts,

Breathe no more my little angels,

Wings of my love will take you far”,

Far away from the people who think you both are prettier than me,

How beautiful the kids are of an ugly bitch is hard to believe,

Let me add some shine to your two pretty little faces,

It’s hard for me to admire your faces the way it is,

Come closer to your mother my pretty little angels,

Let me a draw a picture for you my sweet little angels,

I will try to do this as slow as possible,

Let you have the taste of the pain shining on your faces,

Here my little angels I have brought a present for you,

All the nightmares of your tiny-winy life are about to come true,

I will hammer the nails one by one; I will take my time,

Let me just admire my work and keep on nailing till the box gets over,

After all the entire box at the utility store cost me full one dime.




Merry-Go-Round


Even after fifteen years you can hear the two little kids play,

Their mother was found nailed 45 times to the merry-go-round,

In that same old park you can still hear that sound,

But now the kids sing a lullaby for their mother,

“Two little kids on the merry-go-round,

What fun we had when we nailed that old bitch to the ground”.

Tale Of Happiness

I live in a world of fantasy where tales of happiness are told,

Where elders and children sit together under the tree of oak,

Where the moon and the stars try to outshine each other,

Moon borrowing the brightness from the sun for that day,

Absorbing each and every rays of the sun leaving it broke.

Where the elders sing the songs of happiness of freedom,

There’s no grief no misery no pain in my world to show.

We celebrate this day as the day when the forest looks divine,

The day each and every leaf of the two hundred oak trees shines,

Our elders call it as god’s miracle but according to me this is something else,

A phenomenon so gigantic that you cannot explain it in words,

You can just admire it; feel its beauty through your eyes,

Don’t know if it’s god’s miracle or not but there is someone,

Someone so beautiful that even nature blushes,

Showing the colors of love and affection not able to keep its feelings inside,

In my world there is no hatred no animosity just two friends sitting together,

One is love and the other is hate rejoicing their friendship under the shimmering blue sky,

In this world my dad tells me I would never leave you my son with that joy in his eyes,

I just hope I don’t wake up from my coma,

I hope that I never see the sun rise.

My Nation

Limited surroundings vast are my visions,

Lost souls required too many intrusions,

Electrostatic waves right to their brains,

Colliding with the particles,

Rupturing their thoughts bright like hay,

Bending their barriers bending my ways,

So much beauty so much grace.



One by one fine tuning there mind,

Take a step forward remember this night,

Today is the day you all will take a flight,

Rise to the occasion salute to the mighty sky,

An army of ten million suicide bombers marching by,

Prosperity is my idea peace is my vision,

Worked on my plan with so much precision,

City was the problem tough was the decision,

Wiping it of the map saving the nation,

I think it will work for the betterment of the society,

Altered ten million brains to what only I could see,

Destroying Mumbai will give the nation time to think,

It will Rise from the ashes the city will breathe,

No more corruption peace to the brink,

Time is to act time to take the plunge,

Boom!!! Goes ten million time to have some fun,

Sit back and relax watch the artistry,

Nation will prosper when the most corrupt city bleeds.

My inner voice

MY INNER VOICE TELLS ME TO DO THIS,

MY INNER VOICE TELLS ME TO DO THAT,

I’M NOT A MURDERER,

I JUST FULFILL MY DESIRES,

PEOPLE TELL ME I’M A CRIMINAL,

BUT FULFILLING YOUR DREAMS IS NOT A CRIME,

SLASHING THROATS MARKING SIGNS,

WHY DO THESE PEOPLE HAVE TO ALWAYS WHINE,

MY FRIEND TOLD ME I’M A PSYCHO,

I JUST GAVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND,

HE HAS BEEN SILENT FOR A WHILE,

LISTENING TO MY INNER VOICE WAS NOT AT ALL BAD,

45 MURDERS BUT I’M A LITTLE SAD,

IF ONLY I COULD HAVE STARTED THIS EARLY,

WHAT FUN I WOULD HAVE HAD!!!