Sunday, May 19, 2013

untitiled

Infertile land sings silence
to the only plant.
footsteps never had any delicacy
They just crush the pebbles.
skull screaming in silence
asking for a voice.
barrels seeking vengeance
bullets searching destinations
finger craves for victory.
mothers and fathers gone away
never to come back
brothers and sisters
set the hut on fire
soldiers waited for guillotine
Today, there is no crime.
Just punishment prevails.


Thursday, May 16, 2013

yes, no etc.

Listen, the door lock  is not strong enough.
Hope the thief doesnt know you.

Hey, The roof can't take any more rain.
But my only pillar is thirsty

look, the walls became thin and weak,
no, the soil below is insane

Boy,you can not go on like this,
Guiding star became a pebble.

Don't you know that you are weak to follow people?
I don't see mirrors, I can't fathom shadows.

Why you are always in the mob?
Because mob either kill you or spare you.

Why don't you carry your umbrella?
Clouds dont move these days.

I dont understand you
Okay, so what you are going to eat?

See, too many lines in your palm,
Inside the womb I was carrying a lot of things.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

list


1 kg onion
2 kg potato
1 kg oil
500 gm dal
the unwritten list in the air
he came back now , third time
what did you forget this time? she smiled.
you forgot to give me a song to sing on the way?

Monday, May 6, 2013

Teapoy

It changed everything. Right from the time I wake up to the time I sleep. It changed the way I was dressing to office.  Insane add ups to my small hall made a mark inside me. I just bought a teapoy. it was a good deal too, I bargained from my shore  and vendor did the same from his land. And we settled the deal on the bridge. I suppose the best negotiations take place in vacuum. 

Teapoy just decorates my one room house like the only necklace on my mother. It is not luxury if you have visited houses. but for me it shows the glittering pseudo effort to make my one room house to a "home". all the indeciplined objects gather there on the teapoy and sit like the best classroom.  my morning tea sits right on there instead the shady floor. news paper  earlier occupied my chair now sits on its own..in a frame. it brings order, I started admiring its place how it keeps its own space. it owns few inches but like the eyes of the house watching everything around it. 

I started feeling like it demands everything  around it to be elegant , silent and pleasant. I stopped walking beside it , I am scared it will change me for ever. I wear clean white shirt ironed, tucked with dark blue pants. Got my hair cut. I am scared I got a dictator in my house who commands  with silence and spreading its territory day by day by just standing still. I am petrified by statues as they conspire in solitude, watch the change and change everything around it as they cannot bear changing themselves. 

Teapoy, is breathing and demanding an order in everything.  Some nights I hear a forest from his four legs.