A Heart's Speech

When you touch my nose.
The butterflies pull my cheeks apart.
The dolphins sprinkle my face.
And I sigh, smelling my rose.

Like the hue of red in the rainbow and heavenly scent.
I fix my eyes. and I skip a beat.
When you smile, the world stops.
The wind whispers "Gentle, kind and decent".

My love is true.
Like the silver lining in the clouds.
Your arms like trust and peace.
Embrace me with no regrets or rue.

When rain meets earth.
Our lips touch.
Taking you by the hand.
We dance over wrath.

When your giggling becomes music, soothing.
I gaze , like the sun to the horizon.
I hear like the trees do, silently.
I rejoice like birds, smoothing.

As I start writing. about your gown.
I lose out , I could never find a pen.
To write on rocks, when I climbed the cliff.
The Gods come down to blow me down.

But I held on , as I must.
Tightly as can be.
Like, you hold my hand,
For without you, I'd be dust.

Wakey Wakey

While creating the cars for satients
Harnessing machinery as slaves for sapiens.
Enriching lives and connecting people with a pitcher.
Never, could we see the dusty biggger picture.

With ACs and plastic,instant haste.
Irrigating the world with waste.
Locii for mute wildlife.
Lusting on the glimmering gold,what a lie.

We made it hot, hotter hottest.
Everybody wants to be right, not the leftist.

Withstanding air, water and land pollution.
Adjusting, our mother weak sans incarnation.
Killing the children, euthanasia?
Everything ends, yes, but not like this,by melting glaciers.

Usurping the need to be woke
Praising scientists for engineering solar radiation, the only hope.

Biggest Loser

Mainly ,food was income.
A luxury, ubiquitous.
Knocking you with fancy fish hooks;
Emaciation?No,Yes to Midnight cravings!

Ignoring the false count
Noting down the calories.
Dyslexia by capitalism.
Inching closer to the hospital
Airing the miasma of flatulence.

Joining in with the discounts.
Obliterating all diet plans.
Laughing over cheat days, weeks, months then years.
Loving the infinitesimal nuances of Filters.
Yet, somehow , we restart.

Aggravating the invisible pain.
Glutton, the coolest of sins.
Allocating time to paint the bigger picture.
Ignominy ,embraced and uprooted.
Now, you become immortal.

Atheism is not all bad!

Nepotism of teachings
Orchestrating modicum peace.

Rejuvenating the faith.
Expending the help.
Liabilities become Assets.
Ignoring facts to be an atheist.
Glorifying the cosmos creator.
Idolizing the act of kindness and gentleness.
Ornaments of commandments and righteousness.
Noble deeds, only human hands.

Institution of hope and good will.
Salvation via polymorphism.

Erring is human.
Veracity through black holes.
Icelandic to Theology.
Lest, peace will prevail.

The Hope Whisperer

Beginning with benign humility and obedience
Enthusiastically , Gopal completed his homework.
Gladly, making himself normal
Ghosts of the past, making him miserable.
Analysing the future and now, haunted by the past.
Rectifying silly mistakes, with the most inferior night job.
Streets are lit, and echos of Gopal asking for money are heard.

Churchgate has many Gopals running up and down.
Articulating and collecting pennies by every generosity.
Nurturing the dreams of being a pilot, to fly.
Towering through the grades in school.

Bludgeoning every academic hurdle to death.
Extempore of flying ruminations and avoiding the traffic lights.

Charisma is not bought but fostered from within.
Harrowing details of the impossible
Ornamenting ideas , with periodic collections.
Odd one out, has to be
Shimmering light of hope, Gopal can be to his leftover kin.
Eighteen years old multi-linguistic Gopal, will sit through most prestigious entrance exams.
Righteous feelings, might not need a helping hand, not even from GOD
Staging the fears, with anxiety and courage, Gopal will not give up until he wins.

Men Don't Cry

Misery of pain
Egomania prohibits teary rain.
Nihilism of feelings of shame.

Odious phrases like "Be a man"
Feelings are for the weak, or Cry and leave the clan!

Marred by "Don't be a pussy/bitch"
Alarmed by "don't throw like a girl".
Resuscitate the masculinity by bottling up emotions.
Shunning the feminine side and all its inhibitions?

Flirting with pride.
Erroneous judgements of situations and universe's stride.
Expending ruminations like "Boys don't cry."
Liberating is a sin," What if the world comes to know, they will laugh at me"

Never letting go of narcissism and omnipotence.
Orchestrating powerful gestures by singing tales of holding tears ,symbolic pertinence.

Pleading to God
Altering humanity, a bit odd.
Intimidating inferiors by this facade of manhood? a feeble rise?
Nurturing and embracing emotions is, always always wise.

The circle of time

Diwali , the festival of lights is nearer.
You look in the mirror.
The Oracle in you sees smiles and fancy clothes.
The kid in you is feasting on sweets, and crackers appose.


As you reminisce the childhood,
And look myopically to the niceties and brotherhood.
You hear the loud fireworks,
And shrieks of the neighbouring dogs and silenced barks.


There is a knock on your window.
The Zeppelin waits for you, your presence to bestow.
It takes you back to 1973.
Air is clearer ,your kin, more than 3.


Joy is limitless and ubiquitous.
Especially , heavenly delicacies , humungous.
Each one welcomes the wealthy goddess to shower blessings
While getting along with the loved ones and offsprings.


After the short trip, the Zeppelin zaps
Future ,2035, it is and you see your worldly haps.
Your daughter is getting ready
But all of them are wearing a mask, now steady!


The air is inhabitant.
The pets are extinct and scant.
The clouds are too low.
Water is scarce, and magnanimous famine to follow?


The festival of lights has lost all its pulchritude.
For the lights now are rude.
Thinking is it ever going to change?
We keep on fouling our trapped cage.