Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Aa Poh

She sat there, sketching
While I was standing
And people walked past
Unruffled, as if pretending

She sat there, a cloth laid out
Held down by a few cents sitting
On it with a few notes lying here and there
While she remained stooped on her drawing

Shriveled structure, eyes longing
For the times when she was young
And important, but now only a shadow
When once she too was vibrant and strong

Now all alone, I guess
And no one to help, or offer any
As we all remained aloof
To her troubles and obscurity
And she continued sketching
While we breezed past her silently

Thursday, October 14, 2010


The sun rolled by
The moon looked on
While we stood there
Wondering what was wrong

The blood of the martyrs
Flowing like rivulets
Thick and red, they were
Going to a complete waste

The spirits of the dead
Kept staring at me
Asking us questions silently
How disappointing could you be?

Our tears, our wounds, the deathly haze
For what? Oh what mistake did we make?
Was it for this miserable day?
That kids are buried by fathers in haste?

That mothers ran out of tears
Crying for the missing ones
And wives stare at the door
Hoping they get their husband's glance

That the dead would pile up in heaps
While their flesh gets eaten by worms
Only because no one can decide
Who killed whom, and whose is the turn

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Lets Go

Let us go towards that far away horizon, so that I can see you clearly in the sunlight, for the world blurs in my eyes your true beauty, by illuminating you with all that fake light.

Let us go towards that clear blue sky, so that I can breathe in your fragrance, for the smells of the world tend to screen from me that which is your true essence.

Let us go towards the mouth of the river so that I can truly feel you, as the mud and grit tend to hide from me your skin's true touch, your body's vigour

Let us go towards the the ends of the garden of Eden, so that I can relish you truly, for all the world's tastes have obscured my tongue to your true your true taste, your true flavour

I know we cannot run away from the world but we can definitely hide in its corners, for there is nothing more in this world that I want than you being with me forever.

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