lost world

(1)
There was a time when I played the violin,
When I too, like you, was engrossed
In that which I beheld as beauty in my eyes.

There was a time when there was love
And friends all around;
Friends from whom I heard and whom I told stories.

There was a time when I told stories
Of faries, princesses and romance,
They loved them and I loved reading them.

I went on until.... I came accross a story-
A story that told of me .
I had done no harm to anyone,
But, the story went otherwise.

I enjoyed with friends all around, but-
The story said I was so surrounded by friends that
I couldn't see beyond.

Beyond- where the real stage was set,
Where demons were raping angels,
Where powerful vampires were sucking human blood,
There teeth deeply rooted in the throats
Of people I noticed but never knew.
Blood was oozing and flowed in the streets.

They were crying for help, but
The music, the music of my violin
Didn't let me hear them.

"But was it my fault!!!!"
"yes and no", said the story.
Yes, because I didn't go to help them.
Yes, because I was selfishly ignorant.
Yes, because I didn't fight
And no- because there were others like me.

(2)
I peeped through those who surrounded me,
All the story said was true.
I felt restless, impatient- I wanted to help.

I tried to convince my friends to accompany me
As they did before in my joyous days, but-
They left.

I asked each of them "Why?"
They said and they said true,
"Your violin is musical no more,
And your stories are not romantic"
Now I could see all around
As all those surrounded me had left.
I could see it all-
The fire, the blood, the gunpowder, treason.....
And flocks of friends with music and stories.

I went to each group and cried, but-
Their music wont let my voice be heard.
They had their backs turned towards the stage,
The smoke was hypnotic to the friends,
The fire drew its fuel from pages of books,
Those that told of my friends.

(3)
I played violin no more,
I didn't hate my friends though,
For their books were being burnt, they won't realize.
I went to the angels who had been raped,
There was a new breed-
They sold themselves to be free from torture.
Those raped hated and shouted slogans against them.

I went to the pale bodies,
From whom the vampires had sucked blood,
They could no longer see or hear- they were poisoned.

Then at last I met a lot-
They had gathered together to end the vulgarity of oppression.
I went to join them and Oh!
What a pity it was- they were fighting amongst each other as to
How to end, how to end, how to end.

news from paradise

A fine morning, red sun is warm,
I open my newspaper-
News from paradise:
Work has ceased to force people
Cut off their lives in order that they live;
Labour has taken shape
Of a creative play with boundless multitudes;
Love has replaced hatered,
Cooperation has overthrown competition,
Faith has supplemented scepticism,
Poetry flows in place of fake slogans,
There are no more slogans- they are not needed
For no more dreams are curtailed by blades of oppression,
Reality is blossoming and blooming like a red rose,
Rose odour has replaced the smell of gunpowder,
Tranquility and peace everywhere-
Borders between countries and hearts have disappeared,
The world is flooded with lovers everywhere
Enjoying the warmth of the red sun that has risen
After a very long cold night
Temples, mosques and churches are empty, dusty-
No one needs their consolations anymore,
Reality itself is consoling.
The world has a heart that beats,
Like beats of a drum.......
Beats loudly, louder and louder-
Oh! It's my heart,
My eyes open with a jolt
To find myself in a cold moonless night.
What a dream was it,
And what a nightmare will tomorrows' day be,
The prickly scorching sun,
Slaves, hatred, scepticism,
Competition, breaking dreams and fake slogans,
Deep borders between hearts and the smell of gunpowder,
A heartless world with oppressed creatures
Rushing to temples, mosques and churches.
I have come to my senses-
The revolution is yet to be,
That the dream newspaper, in reality, reaches me.

I wish I could talk

Some months ago,
In a hazy, misty, moonless night,
On my unending perilous journey,
I lay couched with cold,
Smoking in my van,
My tyres changing.

Didn't like where I came from,
Knew wouldn't like where I was heading to,
Still, eagerly awaiting my van to start.

You came like morning's sun,
Bright, red, rejuvenating-
The night fled, mist vapoured,
The warmth grew and grew and grew
Until it was noon.
I was liking where I was,
For you shed light on a beautiful world,
A world full of colours, flowers and scent,
And I was in love.

Reality had to daunt though,
It was, then, an evening filled with nostalgia,
And then night again- it's Valentine's tonight,
My van's ready to start-
I wish I could talk
To you and only you sun-
'Will you ever return?
Will you be with me,
That the world around me
Continues to be colourful with your dazzle?'

love, again

Somewhere in the midst of darkness,
Above the clouds,
Beyond the moon and stars,
I was born.

I was dragged with a jolt,
Fell into the brightness and warmth of the sun,
Loved it,
Still falling, but,
I lost my first love.

Into the clouds I fell then,
Where there were fairies,
Loved them,
Still falling, but,
I lost love, again.

Into the seas I fell then,
The treasures in it, I discovered,
And O! This was my first love.
Eyes wide open,
But blinded by love,
One thing I failed to realize-
I was still falling!

This time into the mouth of a volcano,
Ever erupting hot lava,
I see it, but I know,
I shall be in love, again.

bleeding angel

You found it nobler, in the minds, to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous love,
Oh my dearest,
Oh! My poor angel.

Your heart is pierced with the spear,
And pangs of pain, I know, shock you.
But, you bear it with a smile,
A smile,
As sweet as nothing comparable for them,
A smile,
As bitter as nothing comparable for you,
A smile that veils your bleeding heart.

They see the bright smile,
The brightness,
The halo around you,
But I see you and your bleeding heart.

Once I gave you my heart,
And made myself what they call- heartless,
They call me a heartless demon,
So I am.
But, by my virtue or vice,
I know not what my love for you that is,
I am condemned to weep,
To cry for your sake.
But only cry! Shall it help?

I want
To see you winged again,
With feathers as bright as a thousand suns,
To hear you sparkle again,
With a laughter as soothing as the first rains,

This desire of mine,
To see you,
To listen to that laughter,
That only echoes in my thoughts now,
Tantalises me to live, but lets you die,
For I am a heartless demon,
And it is a demon that desires,
And by this,
I have no right on the angel from my lost paradise,
On someone as beautiful and as noble as you.

unanswered calls

This is why I've become that,
Which I hated in my childhood.
But, I'm happy to be it,
For it is for you-love.

In this hour,
When my side of the world is bright,
With flares of sparkles,
My heart beats only in moments of darkness,
For you are captive, in darkness,
In some selfish heart.

I hold the dagger,
To tear the breasts that behold,
Such shameless selfish hearts,
Those that have imprisoned you.

But you, love, think otherwise,
See in me a rober or dacoit.
This is not what troubles me though,
Its the unanswered calls that force,
The dagger into this heart.

on your mark

One gunshot into the air, and..
I was running,
With my brothers and friends and love.
Took a deep breath,
Shut my eyes hard,
Ran as fast as I could,
For the golden cup.
I felt raised above the ground,
Only my toes coming in contact now and then.
Air hissed loudly in my ears.
I felt super-human.
I ran, I ran as fast as possible,
Leaving all behind,
My brothers, friends, love.
How much more,
When shall it be?
I opened my eyes..

The golden cup was there,
Far away,
But O!
My aged father, exhausted, defeated,
Whose footsteps I could see on the tracks,
Was sitting, in despair, deserted,beyond the cup.
He, had left his loved ones behind.
I tried to stop,
But my speed's inertia didn't allow me.
I turned back, still moving forward, skidding
To stop my brothers, friends and love,
Not to run after the golden illusion.
But they overtook me one after another,
Eyes shut furiously.
I shouted, but-
My words were lost ,
In the hissing of the air, near their ears.