Dark Pond

It is just another day here in my town, may be the sun is not the same or may be the wind is little more aggressive as if he just wants to spend the day so hastily. In the middle of the dead road a mobile vegetable vendor  looking around, there was a vacuum which took over everything. Trees swayed and never i saw a leaf fall. i wanted to call it a wonderful day, and I tried my best.

Bought a cigarette and i walked further to nowhere, i just had to walk and yes finish the cigarette. Before everything become ashes i have to walk around this place and proclaim myself that I saw my neighborhood. I never imagined my neighbours lived so silently even amongst all these local festivals. I wonder all those musicians and dancers were gypsies. This place doesn't seem celebrating anything or mourning anything,  over the debris of lovers i walked on.

My indisciplined  footsteps lead me to the bridge which connects the other side of the town. Bridge lies spreading its chest over the tin sheet roofs, thus to forget those who don't make any one proud. Tin sheets were fuming and you hear vague voices. It is like you are walking in a library and each book clamor stories. Nothing really bothered me except the crazy wind which brought the faraway pandemonium and rumours.

I heard a small girl's voice under the tin sheets, she sang..

my village is faraway

my brother has gone to market

my mother is all alone at home

my village is so beautiful

buffaloes roamed without any nose rings

and our father left us

with a note on the roof

"there is always a bridge to escape"

The song faded away with my reluctant steps. Mysterious wind is still blowing cursing someone. I stood at the edge of the bridge, there was a dead pond where blue faces escaped with their life. I couldn't find my reflection, i put my hands steady, spreading them out, touching the horizon. Stretched my arms further more in search of the lost souls. I took a long breath grabbing the entire world inside me. Stooped down a bit bending my knees and threw myself from the bridge to the dark still pond. I thought that was a nice stroll after setting him on fire who killed your sister and our small town. 

sleep till you change the world,
iron rods on your shoulder-
carry them till the furnace.
thousand fireflies hovering above the chest
of your ember.

truth, he is your little boy
dont curse him if he eats you for dinner.

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throw stones at this still red pond.
rotten black heart is pumping this life to death.
where are your blue coloured marbles?
throw those to this still pond,
be proud-that you make my chest shiver.

where are those pills that eat my disease?
abandon your thoughts at my pond my dear.
each cell is murdering their neighbours
white is always white to me
red belongs to red.

cart moves on its own
where did you hide me?
sun is eating my light.
before the darkness declare me as its enemy
let me be free from light, for i belong neither with light or darkness.

murdered sunsets, orphaned sunrises
moon covered by stained white cloth
life claim its half, i claim my part
and in the middle you stand with your mob of conflicts
my window glass is broken.

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garbage truck carries my fart everyday
stones are always crazy about  movement
solitude impresses with wrinkles
neighbour with a knife singing a song
room shouts statements.
crowded yet empty, roads crave for a  barefoot.
riding on the wolf, shepherd still wander with his stick
looking for his lost sheep.

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riddled,  looking up the sky
roots  not seen,
ants strolled carrying their food
nobody bothered to bite me.
squeezing the earth under my feet
dying pebbles screamed my name.
where does my chain sprout?
my fertile grave, keep me warm.

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from the start, he smiled winking at sun
strolled with a smile in a starry night
killed bed bugs giving them a second chance
All came alone and left with his sharp edges

he is still there shattered,filtered,coloured

withered,wearied and happy.

on the way 1

day is sober with a light above
night so heavy embracing the darkness
one seed dreams from nothingness.
let us meet in the corridor
to choose what is who!
you have only thrown your weapons
to the wall,
let us meet
when you start throwing them at your enemies.
thus said,
the newborn baby believes in pain
not joy!!!!