Life's play

Who are luckier
Me or they?
They know all
Hide & seek,
Their favorite,
As they say..
To find it out
Is there a way?
I'm doubtful
Still in muse
I feel blessed
And pray
What deeds of mine
Do now repay
Blessings or curse
Cannot say
Reality or illusion
To my dismay
Whatever it is
Has its own time to play
And I make sure
There's no hindrance
In fine display
Life's at its play..

Dear Joseph

Don't wander
Hither-thither
It's high time
You must go
To the city of Jerusalem
Your wife Mary
Rang me up
Was worried
As you've not turned up
Since your last visit
In spring
Your holy son, Jesus
Waits for you
To baptise you
From every sin
Enter gates of home
You'll praise Him
Till the end..

Don't unnecessarily blame..

Irritated with whom?
Dust,is what you want
Me to be..
Then, when you could..
Now, when you shouldn't..
Dust, I learn to be..
Then, when I shouldn't..
Now, when I mustn't..
Weak, never was I..
Meek, think me not..
Can face you ever,
In written or real
Ask yourself,
Will you ever be ready,
If not for me,
Say, for any worthy lady?
Sorry, you're well aware
You've lost your chance
Now left for you is your
Wandering witty mind
Only to ponder and glance
Don't worry,
I'm not here to spoil your mood
There I hold some promise
Provide you something
For your poetic trance
Your use as a muse
Lends some poems to see
You're right,
At least my days don't go
Without a poem indeed
Thank you
Keep your ink to the brim
Letting it free..

to go away..

Last night I saw
My ex's girl friend
Pelting stones at me,
And scream...
Was she jealous,
Annoyed, angry
As it seemed...
Maybe wishing hard,
I go away..
Leaves me thinking,
Where's a place to stay?
Relax..
It was a mere dream..
My own dream that
I've seen..

af

Good is impractical

Why is it so that
Practical advice always
sounds BAD,
and vice versa..
And who's to decide
what's Good/Bad?
Maybe the outcome.

Things don't change
in a day..
Minds are set..
Despite so much of
outcry and trying
so-called 'best'?

Those who distribute 
materials of immodesty,
Themselves roam around 
under covers of Z-security,
Share sympathetic words 
about poverty, 
Spreading news of brevity..
They are the ones who spread
and sell immorality in the 
name of 'Glamour'!

Modernity when skin exposed
Asking men not to keep their
eyes closed..
Moving alone in dark places
sans defense skills..
What wisdom will save the gal
if she herself disposes?
Oh! I forget..
She's an epitome of 
Today's modernity..
Testing system or herself
whether times have changed
for her or not!
Go forth..I say, 
Yes, please move forward..
Face the consequence..,
cos you are not a coward!

We'll come later and 
shout slogans for you,
Pray with our souls,
Arrange candle march-pasts,
For only such drama
We have become used to..

Babe the sensation you create
More guys still learn too late
to adapt and prevent
from doing heinous deeds..

Fear not..
Be brave with 
a feeling,
You're illusory safe!

Let set norms be for boys
Girls will behave as they 
feel like..

Hopefully, a day will arrive
When no one will talk 
In terms of modesty, morality
Outdated terms trashed.
If that includes 'Rape' too,
That will be your 
True Victory..

At present,
What matters most
is a BAD advice,
'Safety is Priority!'

Right words

Sharp words do cut 
And he realized them 
Hurriedly corrections leaped forward
As permission granted 
Go to the unknown
Sat in front of burning candles
She lit them after a failed attempt
Someone rushed to extinguish
Burning her hands
The fire not in my vision
"Is he mad?", she cried
I knew he was crazy, kept quiet
"He stopped me while 
summoning my powers", again cried
"My God, he knows magic or something..
Cannot tell, 
Maybe he's dead,
His spirit's universal..
Is a winner forthright.."
Sprang from that site
Rushed with him, I realized
Ignoring my burning heart
His cutting words were right!

Lost lines..

Those lines..
I think I should have written..
So easily I forget these days..
I think I wrote 
Somewhere.. 
Where..?
I'm unable to find..
What were those lines..?
Cannot remember.
I know one thing..
Were rhythmic..,,
Were rare..,,
One of their own kind..
Yes, they were on you!
I'm so hopeless!!
I've lost them!!!
No where to find..
Ah! 
Those lines..

So sure..

Do you instill the dreams in me?
Or they come spontaneously..
Without provocation..
With no prior conformation..
Silently peeping into 
The darkness I hold
Not deep nor steep
I just keep
Plain simple gloom
No wish
Don't go out
Unbloomed
These dreams, their source,
Searching from where they come?
No where to go, they stuck
Unforgettable..
Unbelievable..
Why so bright?
So colorful?
They're not meant..for me,
I'm so sure..!

Somewhere..

The softness of kindness
That brings me to stay
The remembrance of harsh words
Your hiding behind the words
Denying any presence 
I felt or longed to find, 
Somewhere..
Was suddenly, deliberately,
Rudely taken away from sight,
Or made to wander in different meanings
Before my tangible thoughts could grasp
And chew to send them deep for no one to 
See or judge, for myself to open them later
As if nothing else held a better place in the world
Maybe I'll find such place where I'll feel no need
Staying to hear cry and plea of lingering thoughts
Those words leave each time I search
Did I say, I search?
This is what all say and I'm used to hearing them say
Proving the futility of wandering wasting my mind does
Stilled to know its own faults scorned repeatedly 
By itself muted to bear with stupid pain never to
Meet its imagined needs for they don't find a place
In this existence, this universe, 
Stops scratching nails it has grown all these years
Creating bleeding points, irrelevant irregular scars
Worthy of full mockery shameful or shameless
Undecided failed tasks wearing no masks
So now, after an exhausted walk they sit and see,
There's a small space still somewhere,
They can find some hope,
Feeling free..

To be followed....

I've nothing of my own
and it's true
My words,
they all surround and
try to reach you..
Otherwise seem lost,
Somewhere..
Maybe of this,
you've a clue..
It's unfair, I know
Never meant for a due.
In terms of maturity,
I'm an 'Immature';
I deny to grow,
My mind's too slow.
I keep asking a cure..
When, say when be freed?
Of whom?
Don't know!?
There's no cure, perhaps
Trapped?
No one does
Better control,
Thoughts and actions
Next time, for sure
This time, was good
Just for a change..
I'll find better remedies,
Or again will retrace
My fond habits..,, while
Resolution waits for
Some other day,
To be followed.... 

Who watches..?

When no one's watching,
What do you do?
Where do you go? 
What you say, and
What you share?
You are, simply 'You'..
You do, go, say and share,
As pleaseth you..
Exploring own self,
Aware-unaware,
Hidden-evident,
Potentials or tasks..
With certainty that, 
there's no bar!
Incomparable,
You're at your own par!
Happiness adorns the soul,
Who does All,
Like no one's watching..