Walls

Thought I was comfortbale
Pushed against walls.
No space further...
Was blessing in disguise

Didnt just see when
Walls grew around
Tucking me in
Limbs tied, immobile.
In eternal captivity.

Stampede

From nights womb
She bloooms
A red red rose...

One last kiss
On her tender lips
The dew drop leaves his love

Sun smiles..

A frozen firefly
Near the hearth
Her wings warm up
And lo.. she glides in
To the yellow flames

Fire smiles..

Needs -
trample passions
at their feet
and just rush off
with lives in their hands...

Game of Choices

It’s a game of choices
Play first

and know the rules
In the end.

Choose
Either.

The stifling haven of relations
The bracing awe of solitude

The lively clamour of man’s world
The deadly silence within days and nights

The hideous truth of one’s own self
The pretty lies of others

The trance of love-hearts deceiving minds
The sanity of conventions- where only minds reign

Death in the world of bodies
Life in the world of souls

Choose yourself
take all the peans and raps

Let others choose
get a few names to blame

And
When the game ends, tiring you to death
and you want to know if you’ve won or lost
Then you know
There’s no rule for this game.
And that
Careful choosers don’t always win.

Published: Samyukta Women's Magazine - Vol 3.1. 2002 http://www.samyukta.info/archives/vol_3_1/poem/

Requiem

Will I be warm again?
Stretch my numb limbs out
And feel
The racking pain easing to ecstasy

Open my sore eyes wide
And see
The blaze soothen into twilight..

Listen again to
raucous clamours wane
to melodies of the yore..

Taste again
Bitter tongues melt
To the sweetness of kisses long lost

Smell again
Life
Fill my lungs...

Dead as Im they say
(or too frozen to be alive?)
Can I ever be warm again...?
Before I become insipid
For mice and maggots