Thursday, December 13, 2012


Beware when you whisper!
Because walls have ears...
They have tongueless mouth,
That can cause despair!

What is the worry?
Say it loud and bold!
Let your soul be free,
Let a smile unfold!

If you huddle in and blabber,
You are asking for trouble.
You are making foe of friends,
And yes, you will make them more.

As whisper is such a poison,
That kills a good mind!
It plants a worm in an angel,
And a devil is born!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

In the corners

A spider weaves its web,
while whispers bounce around.
Its dark and dank,
While the corpses rot...

Someone spits,
Someone spews sperm,
A devil reads gospel,
While someone throws up...

A few meek people leave it to fate,
A few turn blind,
A few speak out,
And their soul is burnt..

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The left-over

The dawn broke,
The rays crept,
My soul burnt,
With night's shame.

When darkness fell,
And all eyes closed,
I gave into fantasy,
That sent me to hell!

Now, the light's in,
Curtain's drawn,
Show-time over,
All that is left, is-
A broken mirror,
And a ruined make-up!

Monday, June 11, 2012

Crow Poop

A crow shat on my head,
And guess what I get,
A scoop full of its undigested crap,
And unbearable stink,
Which made people think - I am a tramp!
But is it my fault after all?
That the crow shat,
And on my head it had to fall?
Now I stink and they think I am unclean!
It is unfair because that is not me!
But aren't the humans supposed to be so-
Judgmental and mean?
Don't we all raise our fingers at someone,
For no fault of his?
So, a crow shat,
And like an apple, it fell on my head!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A schizophrenic's song

Have you met Mr. Victor Green?
Oh, he is the man you should meet!
Tall, dark and handsome...
And what luscious lips!
No, no... there is nothing feminine about him.
He is ever charming,
And always enticing...
He is a darling that you should see.
They say,
He is a figment of my imagination.
But do you know something?
Green is just another name in Victor's
But I have seen it on their faces.
They are pure jealous,
Because I am the one he chose!
You see that hill in the yonder?
He rides down from there
on his best stallion.
The kind about which you wouldn't have ever heard.
He tip toes into my dreams,
In the night that is silent and dead.
There beneath the open skies,
And shimmering stars,
He makes love to me.
Now, why do you have that look like others?
Oh you too are jealous?
Care should I,
That you don't believe?
Dare would you,
To tell he doesn't exist?
Then why not prove it to your reasoning mind?
Come home tonight...
There you will see Mr. Victor Green,
Oh, he is the man you should meet...

Writer's plea:
There is no one called Victor green.
No one has ever heard him or seen.
It is all in her mind.
There is nothing real!
If you love your life'
Please flee!
She doesn't spare anyone,
Who has gone to her house to meet Green!

Dear little one...

Cry my little baby,
Cry out loud tonight.
You have stomachs to feed…
So cry my little daisy,
For it is your cry that they will heed.
A handful of alms your mama needs,
To buy you a glass of milk,
And a few loaves of bread.
Haven’t you heard yet,
It is the crying baby that is fed.
So cry my little baby,
Mama wont lull you to sleep,
No, not yet..
Cry out loud tonight,
You have stomachs to feed.