Sunday, October 31, 2010

my inebriation

I scared to break
my life in street
which already broken
In my mind.
I smelled poets' blood
And mine too.
To check if it smells inebriation.
What I call my suppressed childhood?
Childhood or prison?
How can you punish
The killer of my age?
My child age!!
I break my poems
On my inebriated mind

Saturday, October 30, 2010

my dear widow

you came to go
I laughed to cry
waiting is always vain job
climbing mountain
to view the heaven
But nothing happened
But nothing happened
Bleeding again my heart
over happiness of the past
dried tongue moving
towards the love
oh! dear widow
your chattered stories
again I collected
to see pain and happiness
who the owner of promises?
where offer our believes?
words hiding from my sight
they scared of me
oh! am happy!!
she is not widow,
she is not virgin,
But my sigh of love.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

a puzzle game

It's me your old friend
A Crazy man
Falling over falling
Slipping over slipping
Yet not studied anything
But remember all goodness
Leave him if he hurts
What a puzzle game life it is!!
Oh! Quest for something
Waiting the birth of dreams
Thanking to "Sorry"
Praying to Almighty

Thursday, August 19, 2010

mum and two children

she was asking the place where they want to go and rushed in to the bus with her sister and mum. Mum was carrying a heavy bag. They were street sellers. I was standing next to them and looking at their movements and talk. It was bit of unfamiliar one. Elder daughter; about 8 years old, took the seat but it was not "seat" yet they can sit over there. she was still talking with her mother. But gloomy mum did not answer any of her questions and kept silence while holding door side of the bus. I think they don't know what is smiling and happiness but they know pain and sorrow. I don't know why should I feel sad, but I could not control my mind and just kept my feelings in my heart. Sometime we are helpless to carry the poor. I don't know when I can help them. My mind intended to ask anything to them, something did not allow me to do so. Have they big dreams? what might be that? oh! mind, let me walk until I get the power to make them happy!!

Sunday, July 4, 2010

not Success, But...

Blooming* my ambitions , not in life,
So I step to get ready for it
Dreams are larger than this world.
But I keep that in my mind.
Nights welcome the days.
Children wait for youths
I taste the pain and tempered veins
Water is not always pure
Some time it is needed.
I hear the voice of Alexander
But I can't see where he stays
I smell the peak, but
Don't know where it is.
Happiness over sadness
So, make it all good.
Tutors, friends, boss,
Here I see the doors and colors
Let me select it the best.
Let me Go..

*I succeeded in Bachelor of Arts (BA) 03.07.2010, it may be not a great one for you, but it was great for me. SORRY
* Alexander the Great,King of Macedon; conqueror of Greece and Egypt and Persia; founder of Alexandria (356-323 BC)

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I'm a Bastard

Tell me who is my father? who is my mother?
where I search care? where I search love?
Let me kill my father if he still alive
Let me care my mother if she still alive
Because I hear her screaming
oh! where is she?
I see her scared face and slim body.
But I don't know how she is really.
I don't know her real figure.
Oh! grandmother
Let me get your daugher's shape
To draw in my heart.
Who killed her? Please...
I hear laughing, but it ends in cry!!
You people asking, who I am?
I am a bastard
I proudly say it!! yes I am...

Sunday, May 23, 2010

falling a green leaf*

Yellow leaf remains green memories of the past
But what remind green leaf's depart
Broken everything when the green leaf-
Slid from the branch with all dreams.
Clotted tears wiped each other.
Everywhere we see him,
We try to call him
But face shows the real itself
Oh! it is not my friend
Oh Lord! if it was my friend.
I shaking my pen, it works not well
There is no more ink to pen
As Lycidas* written.
Everything dried and part
Vain talk and repetition getting on each other
Again silence and nothingness!!
Fading stories of green leaf and
Bending in with others.

*One of my friends Muneer (23), who was studying MA at Jamia Millia University, New Delhi. He was falling from Train and died of it while he was coming to Kerala.
*Lycidas" is a poem by John Milton, dedicated to the memory of Edward King, a college mate of Milton's at Cambridge who had been drowned when his ship sank in the Irish Sea off the coast of Wales in August 1637.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

let it flow

I am the enemy,
But you are not,
Becuase I love you.
This day with me,
Only this day with me.
Everything happens,
Everybody lives,
But they don't know-
Where they are even me too.
Yes, it's life!
Which has flesh and blood,
Friend and enemy,
Birth and death.
Whatever happens,
I love my life,
Mother, dears, friends.
Oh, God! sorry
Where you hide yourself,
Kill me or my emotions.
Yes, it's life, let it flow,
Let it flow!!