Couldn't be in love...

The midnight cigarette is,but ashes
Unnoticed,lacking tobacco
Swollen plaster of walls,neglected
Speaking difference,a slogan erected
On a lazy winter morning
Lies on the footbridge,basked in the sun
The real meaning of love.
The lack of being
A city of three hundred summers
Walking the roads I knew
In search of love
I end up,lost
Amidst the chaos,people
Tired of living a lie
In a corner seat of the cinema
The sudden growing up of someone
The empty box of popcorn
Moments,that are past
In the crowd of cheap halogens
My city feeds on shades
People walk their lives
Between real and reality
Not even a skeleton of love
The grave-diggers did find
Hides in the words of love songs
The habit of sleepless nights
I came to fathom love,but
I couldn't be in love.....

Of residues...

Time is arrogant enough
Deaf to human words
Never does it learn,to
Freeze in the moment
Some more of life
That,days had measured
Goes down the worth
Matching steps with time
And some of it lies
In the distance of expense...

The summers spent,bathes
In another day's dirt
The sudden growing up
Costing an entire boyhood
The sighs and laments
Masked,beneath a half-smile
A couple of the hair strands
Greyed,lacking green
Somebody goes by,whispering
Time's losing to tariffs...

Someday,somewhere,somehow
All of it will end
Whatever had remained,of
Days of a life
Amidst the thick swarm of names
The name will last,of residues.....

The urchin of the streets...

Yet again I wake up
In my bed of concrete
To the noises of heavy tyres
Travelling the distance of the flyover
A jobless father
An ailing mother
A sister and her dreams
They make my world
My life of alms
The urchin of the streets...

I too had dreams
Dreams that were just mine
Dreams of being different
Standing out in the crowd
Today,I am different indeed
Shunned by the society
I too had a name
Which lies buried today
Beneath what the society calls me
The urchin of the streets...

Sometimes,a piece of bread
Weathered in the city's dirt
Sometimes,nothing but hunger
To feed on,for the day
A life,begged of alms
It remains yet another story
Forgotten,just like the others
Not a name to call
Not a dream to live
It's just another struggle
To survive the moment
Growing the habit
Of being called
The urchin of the streets.....

Dry leaves...

The citylife wheels through
Another routine busy day.

The last grains of sand
Ending some more of a length.

Nobody really noticed, when
The chapter of growing up was over...







The gaps that held a pencil once
Smell of smoke and ashes.

The misspelled words of a child
Are life's grammatical errors, today.

The eyes kohled in fatigue
Not a sleep, that could dream.


The city lies scattered
With the sands of time
In an eye's minus power
The burnt end of a cigarette
Waking up, off a midnight sleep
The pages of an unread journal
In a faint memoir, or
The expense of an entire poem...







Thousands of brittle lives
Dead as the dry leaves of time
The letters, rusted of neglect
Of a yellowed love
The name reads the same
What changes, is, the skin.....

The other horizon...

The rusted,hackneyed society
Filled with painful orifices
The fatally hostile faces
Beneath a pack of jovial masks
Lies in the abyss of darkness
Laments some tattered hysterics
I don't have the zest
To abate the harsh reality
The zenith of success is,but
All,of an illusion.....

Once upon a time...

There was a boy
There was a girl
They met by the hour
Befriended by chance
Loved by choice
Parted with time...




One swallow never made a summer
One summer a lifetime
Three silent winters,between
They met that spring,again...




Words found their way
Amidst patches of silence
Memories breathed fresh life
As if,were yesterday...




They met by choice
They stayed by choice
The sun did set one more time
And love had slipped the hour.....

A eunuch story...

I can't take anymore
I have had enough
Is it really my mistake
That I was born this way?
I was born different
But a human being
Feelings and emotions,my own
Like every other
Of the human kind
But,they are ashamed
To give me even a corner
They call me a eunuch...

Can somebody really change
The law of nature?
A victim of the law
I am,but,a cursed mutant
A child passes by
A certain sense of fear
He hides in his eyes
I walk the roads
Picking abuses from here and there
As I clap the infamous frequency
A life,worth some filthy dimes
I am,but,a eunuch...

I don't remember my doll-house
Or playing hide-and-seek
I don't remember my first love
I was never given a license
To be impregnated of feelings
Today,I'm just another one
Of  God's lesser children
I'm just another eunuch...
Nobody would shed a drop of sorrow
My lifeless body,still and stiff
Yet another story will
Like all other stories
Come to a full stop...
The story of a eunuch.....