Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Cold Nights

That night when the frigid winds blew
as they are blowing today
I saw you smiling
amidst the stars
and took the shadow
of your smile with me,
as a debt I had to keep.

And as that smile
incinerated in my heart
I burned many dreams through it
to keep me warm for many days to come
dreams of tenderness,
dreams of love
dreams of intimacy.

Then the fire quenched
after sometime
and I had to repay
your smiles
through my tears,
tears flowing
through many wintry nights.

And now when
nights are cold,
I burn my heart
a little bit everytime.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

For the Non-Citizen

I know it is long but if you read complete it,then has a message not my message but the message of those who have been forgotten in the race for being the great superpower.

You may not hold my views but you can still read and think it over.

Thank You.

They fight
they kill
they ruin
against their
own rulers,their swayers
their own land
what do they want
they are as much the players
as much the citizens
as anybody else.
why don't they
participate in
the democratic process
why do they
need to be violent
and be the abscess
in the land
of a man
who abhorred violence
And why for God's sake
now have they divorced
themselves from
the comforting silence.

And that too now
when we are
almost a powerful country
on the verge
and the chumps
they are shouting
crying there dirge.

When humans
are not seen as humans
but resources
they become objects
don't they?
Objects and numbers
bereft of joy or remorse's.
When land is
not governed
but business deals
give decrees
what are the stakes
for the non share holders.
for the poor,the hungries.
Snatching away
your own land
where you've lived
for years
and offering money
for that.
evidently with tears.
And if you refuse
you are a hindrance
to progress.
who progresses
who regresses?

They could
voice there opinions
they can,
they can
participate in elections.
though they
are minions.
the great elections
where you can win
only if you
are a crook
along with money.
a name and
an established kin.
But they can
in the
democratic process
of course.
Of they'll be
after that disposed.

They can
be non-violent too
trust them
like that old man,
old man who?
They can go for fasts
and non-co-operation.
But fasts
how can they fast
when they
haven't had food
for many days past.
you cannot
go for abstinence
in sub-Saharan condition.
then what is left.
but pretense.

Sometimes ,
at times
it is immoral
to stand
against the gun.
Though it is
far easier,
to dispatch weaks
to let them shun.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Student To Teacher

Let me walk down
the path of unknown of knowledge myself.
Be the guide who takes me to that door
but then myself lets me explore.

I will fall I know
may be even afraid to tread more I'll whaddle
Though that is the whole point isn't it?
To let me at times stumble.

And when am down be there
to hold me,
to teach me,to mould me.

Be my foundation,
my pillar,
know that I believe you and I walked
as you said but I was just a beginner.

Teach me the world you know,
Far there up close,
make me understand it myself,my way.
Teach me don't impose.

My faith in me
will determine the man I'll be.
So harness that for me,
Oh! my guide,Oh! my tutuor.
Don't let me follow,please walk beside me
in my voyage of that great future.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Would you

Would you hold me even when my shadows go,
Would you walk with me when its been raining all night,
smile at me when you see tears
hidden inside my eye. Would you be my.

Would you caress me with your eyes although thousands are around,
would you hold me close when melancholy autumn arrives,
and take me through all my days
weather they are sad or wry. would you be my.

Would you watch the night sky lying on the terrace squeezing my hand close,
say nothing and just embrace me holding the threads of our smiles
and say millions of things by your sighs and forever together
we will there lie. would you be my.

Would you be the pillar I've wanted all along,
would you be the power which helps me face the world
and still love me with my failures
not letting our love die. would you be my.

...Just mine...