Wednesday, April 5, 2017

At the Burial Ground

The thoughtful remembrance,
Back to the past,
The shock or sorrow,
No dreams ever brought,
This fallacy at life,
In this state of arcane,
How tears may change any state?

When you are locked tightly,
At the centre of logs,
I felt the equal discomfort,
To say no to the proceeds.
Calling the past trends,
Bidding adieu to the corpse,
Fire not to the memories or
The moment of love!

When surrendered to the flames,
I was in a query,
How to pass the pain road,
To console the near ones,
To whom you laughed,
From the heart keenly,
With the hurting pain,
At your extended hours!

You are at the peace cradle,
That's for sure,
From the pains of therapy,
Shuttling  house and hospital,
Isolations at the dark.
Void or greater wisdom,
Whatever you left,
I miss you every instant
Though unwilling, but

Signature to the painful truth

Sunday, January 15, 2017


You beseech for a reason,
No cry for the comfort,
Not any soul stands by,
Who is the savior than Him?
Who dare for you?
Even for a trial play!

You add up at night time,
The collected coins,
No super plan to work on,
For your round tummy,
Little bread and water,
To sway off thy famine.

When the empty hand joins,
 The bad fate for the sum,
Your equation of life!
A paper crown,
The long body clothes,
No protected walls around,
You stay at your will.

But there are bad crumbs,
At more hearts around,
Like you, many more pray
For better scores at life,
Poorest of poor consistently
At their psychic rest.

Some sigh more, unnoticed,
For the lovely care,
No happy to share,
At the extinct obedience,
Only the hopes spare,
The rest of the show!

Who is the real beggar,
In this life’s vessel?