Odd One Out

Confusion of gender.

The kid was cursed forever.

Neither he or she.

Santosh’s birthday parties? Never.

Schooled until 5th standard.

Santosh caged at home .away

From pupil and friends.

The child with its reflection, did play.

Every passing minute

Of every passing day.

Felt like an eternity.

In a suicidal dungeon , lay!

Santosh was counting down.

Misery transformed into loneliness.

All pilot and astronaut dreams were

Like castles in the air, without happiness.

Virtual reality saved embarrassment.

Working as a ghost writer.

But with decades of harassment.

A rope and a fan, a defeated fighter.

My Sacrifice

Truth from a half-remembered dream
Hearing chuckles with some ice cream.
Eerie fall from the sixth floor.

Margin of error too small at four.
A mistake by the wife
New kid lost by life.

When she didn't notice.
He couldn't not be nice.
Only the devil laughed.

Grinding life from air
All in vain , a dead heir.
Veterans couldn't predict.
End of family, succinct.

Earmarking a change from the court.
Verdict of false guilt.injustice's fort.
Eclectically framed by the morning spouse.
Rejected by society , sorrow was the son of the house.
Yet , mute, he walked away faceless.

Time for prison , ironically full of fearlessness.
He didn't give in to quarrel or demand.
I have to give , give and give, he took this stand.
No hope could be seen.
Gladly he signed, end of the scene.

Alternately he now lived in the highest cloud.
With everything donated, vowed.
And every organ had the touch of the knife.
Yes, death gave birth to life.

Be careful what you wish for

This story is timeless.

A hunger for knowledge, boundless.

To attach moments of joy by a string.

You could see garlands of riches and gold rings.

Pain may be short-lived and be full of rust.

Fear of failure like piles of saw dust.

Discipline is the only solution as a dart.

It’s like the craft will only become art.

Consistency is the key to the sea or pond.

To all happiness above and beyond.

Irregularity of all are devil’s works.

Fake fame overpowers the jerks.

Even after countless rejections and failures to every bard.

Soldiering on, is the only way forward.

Upwards and onwards.

Or downwards if you are a minor or a half-yard.

Happiness is another myth and sorrowful.

Pleasure is heart full.

Consider them the same.

A truly wrong road ahead and no one to blame.

Choosing the right path

It’s not like tossing a coin for a bath.

But being accurate and quick.

You can be richest but loneliest and sick.

The Way

Like a tide
Her Body would wave.
Sounds of pleasure.
Personifying a rave.

Bodily current and ecstasy.
Thrusting of Pate.
Grabbing the sheets of desire.
Completing the eternal mate.

Love has only one language.
Of moans and whispers.
Amplifying energy into a ball.
Indefatigable efforts and wet lispers.

One moment, that's all it takes.
That's all it needs.
Quantification is impossible.
And over power , she feeds!!!

Questions Only

Do we exist to think or think to exist?

I am always advised to be myself

Deriding the society’s judgements and fists.

We are all waiting 

Entertainment or simply feigning.

Entering fantasies of aliens

Vindicating dreams with reality.

Extending thoughts and prayers.

Reaching out to virtual valiant.

Stealing ideas and fanning plagiarism.

Trusting friends and acquaintances.

Of nepotism and favours.

Philanthropic gestures and egalitarianism.

Truly trying to color the sky.

Heuristically throwing the paintbrush.

Inking views and visions.

Nodding to cults.

Knitting kin protection 

I will not stop.

Neither will I.

Gerunds will lift you up high.

A Lord’s Command

To light up the passion smelling sandals.
She kindled a plethora of scented candles.
He brought lust and tenders.
She anticipated pleasurable senders.

Of eyes nodding to undressing and braves.
To slipping of garments like slaves .
Commanded by fire.
Love impersonating ire.

His head between her legs.
Wrapped like a gift with megs.
Like a harp played by the tongue.
She swayed on its tunes , sung.

Songs of love and desire , tick!
Insatiable swirling of the wishing stick.
Heading towards gratification.
She abets early incarceration.

Now resonance of mesmerising sounds.
Raw and uncut like two hounds.
Only death can do them apart.
The sweat and friction , an immiscible art.