Venom

Fire and flow of buried emotions
I had commanded to lie still
Gulping down anger
Silencing the rage
I waited time to heal;
They gurgle wildly
In gorges of the heart
Streaming in deadly cascade
Burning lava from hell
Surging from the gallows
All the venom I had held!

Drones

Pursuing us
Watching over all
The silent hum
From a digital world
Surveillance drones
Chasing us, even in
The sleeping hours;
For how they evolve
To read our dreams
Fathom what our
Greatest fears are!
Thus, we lay bare
Before artificial gods!

A Story Blooms

Let words nourish my soul
Each letter seep into my pores
With every thought let it surge
A streak of light, an energy rush
Let tender paper caress fingers
As poetry on my lips trembles
Let my pen speak in volumes
As another story gently blooms!

Silence

I walked the obscure pathTraversed distances, aloneI doubted myself, lonelyCraving for company;At the end of the rainbowI searched high and lowMagical messages to know“It is okay to be on your ownTo make choices, unknownFor in silence, growsThe strength of souls!”

War

A surge in my veinsThrobbing templesBurning sensationOf rising resentmentHelpless, I seeMen in power beReckless, remorselessStirring uprisingsWhere anger isDirected to fellowsWithout folly, sans flawSo, fingers do not point,To merchants of war!

Emotions

Hidden, unspokenBehind a facadeOf the daily grindChores to keep the mindAway from the surgeOf emotions unheard.Latent they layWaiting for the dayTo capture their preyRip apart the semblanceOf holding it togetherStronger they growThe more you ignore!

Despair

I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country. I see darknessBloom from withinSprouting like deadly fungiAsphyxiating our breathKilling our sensesWith neon dosesContinue reading “Despair”

Before the Sun Sets

They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!

Chaos

Addicted to chaosI enjoy the rumblingsOf thunder houndsGathering in the horizonPromise of a stormIn the dark clouds;The Devil howlsA clarion callFor rain to descend;In torrents, in the slushI am one with the anguishOf nature, floodingDrifting, breaking