Tis not Halloween’

donning a mask,

lives lived

like on stage , they believed

world is surely a theatre

and we the actors…

forget they while

running through script of the legend

the ink flowed out of incontinence

behind the curtain ,

exists the real

curtailing while shaking hands

endless follies,what true nature

hath a human displayed

weeps the soul under the canopy of body

in large measures

masks attractive, masks colourful

Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces

yet every day isn’t Halloween

forgets the human

switching masks umpteen.

THE SONG OF MOCKING THRUSH

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She is the mocking thrush
who on the high end branch
sings and perch
laughing at the world
on human errors…

Ah! she imitates in a hoarse voice
satirical,the cons of a
power game
and money launderers of
the affluent race
she hums the low note in tears
twitching her beak in anxiety…
hypocrisy ! thy name
of every face which dons the mask
while innocents become prey
to the hungry mouths of
greed and misery …

in melancholy ,she serenades
about the empty stomach of thousands
homeless shelter innumerable,
falter who on every path
while
a gory dagger butches
life
somewhere in the dark hours
echoes intermittently when the din of
explosion
haunting the survived ones;
wonders the mocking thrush:
“Oh! how I wish to sing a song
of love and serenity
shall I ever sing a tune
melodic and blissful”,
hiding amidst the camouflaged rue

PURPLE

 

Isn’t the orchid pale today or

the azure lost its hues in frosty weather

the pink lilies too

seem dull

when the dusk appears little purple than

the scarlet pier…usual

forgotten in dead remains

as ashes they scatter in dust

reminiscences of the beloveds

who died one fateful night

last summer…

again prevails the same climate

transforms the camouflage of

flowers and world

Tis the sky who alone

remembers the fury

repercussions of war

in cold blooded atmosphere…

sulks the orchid tonight…

purple appears the crimson lover

stained in blood drops

dried and desiccated as humans of universe.

 

2nd November 2014

2nd November 2014 was a day of disaster for those innocents who went to witness an event .

Read my guest post about it on Vishal’s blog : http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/guest-post-soumya-vilekar-read-on/

This is an imaginary excerpt of a real incident.

SPARE THE WORLD !

Dear friends,

The world has shook with terror again , seeing the Israeli attacks on the Gaza, killing hundreds of people. They have targeted homes and several victims include kids and teenagers. When shall this act of invasion stop and the world shall be spared from this kind of waged war.

The picture is just 20 hours ago.

  An alarming news about the same: A Norwegian physician currently in the Israeli-besieged Gaza Strip has fiercely censured the Tel Aviv regime for its use of cancer-inducing bombs against the Palestinian population. –

See more at: http://en.alalam.ir/news/1611010#sthash.nmHMASmx.dpuf

 

 

Spare the world for some time,
traders of death and vile
the sky is loathsome with smokes of grey
terror echoes in the region, gunshots play the game.

Merciless cannons blast the homes
reside where the innocent teenagers and toddlers
under the crumbled structures of the devastation
look for the corpses of the loved ones.

How can’t your hands tremble and waive
While you wreck the helpless civilians
How not your hearts sink
When hundreds are killed without reason…?

Beneath the sky ,so dark and not azure
rise the fumes of hatred and agony
come ,extinguish the flames
of this inhumane behavior!

 

Fanaticism

while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…

Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.

worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?

 

CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY

CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY

 

On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

 In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…

How far ,how long!

years end,

seasons change

time moves

moments chained…

beneath the surface

when can you see

the soft bosom of delicate care

days,nights,

months pass

life with challenges moves on…

yet you are blind to

my revealed …inner self …

how long, how far

shall I strive to carry on

when you still can’t see

my unselfish being!

Rise , Rise & Rise!

From the gravels of the earth to the surface of the mantle,

Screams and demands every particle of dust,

Enough is enough!

Stop the turmoil and killings

That spreads throughout the air of pollution,

Hovering over the intoxicated breath

Of men,women and children,

crushing the delicate shrubs of innocence

What is this mayhem for!

Halt for a moment! Think !

does your heart really wants this?

close your eyes,feel the terror…

That which appears in a dying man feeble,

War, violence and royal feuds,

Wake up people! Wake up nations!

Is this a place which you have dreamt for ever!

Weapons, explosions have deafen the ears

atrocities of bloodshed …contaminate the

…atmosphere,

Awaken O! humans,

who slumber through the life

…in despair,

Kindle a flame in every heart of the sphere

sing and march against the deathly obscure

Rise, Rise , & Rise

It’s the Sunrise,

Let the golden rays dawn on earth

with a new hope and conviction,

Be humans!

O! inhuman souls …

The world awaits you… in despair.

“To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day

It’s a dream ,

 A simple wish

Neither jewels fancy me

Nor the glitter of being rich…

As a tiny colourful bird,

I want to wing my feathers

Spreading in the open air

To hover over the colourless ocean…

 

Clipped , chained,

I lay in tethers

In the dark abyss

The dust of nostalgia

Suffocating my nostrils…

 

From ages , restrained I am

Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,

Oh! Who doth seen ,

The blood that oozes

When Iam strangled within my shelter…

 

Buried beneath the fire ablaze

Watch the smoke moving high

Kisses it ,the clouds white…

I await…to be born again..

from the ashes of the pyre…

Like a phoenix ..of modern times.