Beneath The Mask

The faces they wear,the glow of their ware
in life perfect artistes they are
beaming faces,polite words
for the sake of those who come and go
for we who remain,swears and abuse
we never praise them with hollow words
who come and go are of priveleged sorts
the depth of their shallow words will never be gauged
but for them sweet words and smiles
for we who serve throughout the day
our love is just a matter of course
our favours just part of a chain
for we are destined to live in servitude
they shout like wild of favours done
but are grimly silent of those received.

the uttered words pierce my sensitive being
like thorns,shedding my souls blood
to be master of oneself ,yet slave of others
my self pride can suffer no more!!
my mind bursts, out comes unspoken words
of thousand sufferings borne in silence
eyes speak of tears shed aside darkness
my twisted mouth forms silent words
of feelings repressed rebukes suppressed
my face speaks of my souls agony
of sharp blows dealt with pointed words

when the day comes ,when we are gone
it is then the know our worth
their faces tear,thier make up smear
those silent words find voices loud and clear
wind lends them wings taking them far
all might know of distress borne in patience
and shed tears while a silent soul departs!!

The Real Slaves

slavery was abolished years ago...so you might be wondering what my interest is in this long forgotten issue....but it is something which has not ceased to exist...only this time it is not as obvious..there are basically two kinds of slaves...
one-the ones who are sold in markets ,separated from parents,made to work for nothing,brutally exploited...well i choose to call it physical form of slavery....my interest does not lie in this sect ....their problems have been looked into ,debated over and solutions sought and found during the past years
my thoguhts are concentrated on the second group of people...ones who are not obvious slaves ...i choose to call them emotional slaves...
this is a group of people who depend on others for emotional fulfilment...their hapiness ,sorrow,success and failures are dependent on the whims and moods of others....these are people who arent sold in markets by others....but these are ones who has sold their own souls to others...because they think its safer with them.,,...they deem themselves inferior in intellect or seem to lack the so called 'decision making' capacity and rely on the 'born leaders'....blindly follow their decisions....
even in the most personal of issues they need the guidance of their soulkeepers.they open their minds out to these people and trust them more than themselves......the leaders sometimes turn to be more than just intelligent....they do not influence the thoughts of the other in an obvious manner ...instead they give advice....the following of which is entirely at the others discretion.....but the advice will be put in such gentle terms ....with such bright prospects that the other is sure to follow it....but the slaves never get the impression that they are under the other's power...they feel that they were just helped in making a decision and that the final decision itself is a product of their own thought......
just a word of caution for these emotional slaves......the person who can choose the best for you is yourself!!

On The Way To Heaven

i wrote this as a memoir of my trip to thirunelli sparked by the landscape which presented itself as fleeting glimpses

Safe in the abode of god
amidst the sparkling hills
tight in natures embrace
here I find utter solace

Mountains blend with rivers
leaves swish and swirl
dewdrops drip from tender leaves
like studded pearl

Endless roads stretching ahead
with trees on either sides
holding their hands above my head
weaving an emerald canopy.


The sun's rays with its magical touch
makes jewels out of water drops
rain falls to earth from heavens louds
like thousand gems from a long lost treasure.

night comes bringing a thousand stars
while the cool breeze lulls me to sleep
sweet dreams pass by my clogged head
renewing my heart with its fragrance.

The suns rays filter through the clouds
and kiss me awake from deep slumber
I wake up from the magical lands
to mourn the loss of a sweet dream!!

broken crumbs

here are some broken peices of poetry which will never evolve into complete poems because my train of thought moved away from them even before they were complete........

as dejected shadows merge into the dim twilight
silently embracing their days doom


is it my fate that the crystal holds
or is what it holds my fate

she looked at me with eyes of tears
through the misty panes of the broken window
i never turned for a last look
or did utter a word of leave!!


the road behind lay burdened
groaning under the immense weight
of the things i left......


may these peices rest in peace...or may they be summoned again to memory to lend life to a clutter of wasted words!!

Beyond Time

silent voices from the distant past
visit my dreams to haunt me
fragments of images from scenes bypassed
return in my reverries to taunt me
truths never spoken,cries never heard
smiles never given,tears never shed
all wake up from the gone and dead
and immerse me in their insane sea.
faces change,people come and go
some shower blessings,some hurl curses
speaking stories of shame and guilt
of treasures won,lost and regained....
the voices i cannot bear
their constant wail burning my ears
these spectres i cannot behold
my eyes are dazed by their brilliant colours....
i want not the message from the past
let them rest in the speakers graves
and not echo in the winds and leaves
and come knocking at my window eaves....
let them lie buried...six feet deep
safe in the hearts of those who sleep!!

WHILE IT RAINS

Hot winds blow like fires of hell

shifting sands seek soothing spots

leaves droop,flowers bow in grief

creatures of nature withdraw in fright

life seems to end here,molten and swollen

silence of stillness enters in stealth

last drops of water burn in its curse

climb the stairs of spiralling winds

onto the sky where they meet their like

and huddle for fear of harsher fates

Unforgiving clouds in hues of grey

take on the sky in a thunderous whirl

set on a duel with steaming winds

break down to begin a new lease of life

Raindrops lash weaving frothy foam

onto the depths of the winding river

birds hum their tune,winds lead them on,

sky bears witness ,ground the stage,

buds bloom,lending the wind their breaths

flowers raise faces to feel the first drops

the thirsty ground drinks up the rain

while mighty clouds pour out their soul.

Creatures flock out from hidden retreats

refresh and rejoice in these summer showers

rain washes down their transpired dreams

nature revives,sporting brighter shades

earth livens,a thousand lives do sprout

While it rains,life blooms while it rains

While it rains life begins!!