MISJUDGED

In the enveloping fire of vengeance
We often torture ourselves, when
Blood shows an ugly face masked,
In the worst time of an year.

With this nostalgic face-
While walking alone, with thousand debates
-Glimpses of the suffered past,
-Ramifications of this undesirably wombed Present;
or all this ‘heavy chamber’ pines for...
He feels shattered and then entrapped
by palpitations and high blood pressure.

Then-in the morphemed night
or at the demise of a dream or something past-
Recalls- Who said what? When? and Why?
A drop silently flows through the edges of eyes,
And something grabs by the throat from Inside.

Fixing sight in the dark-
(With low pump at the heart)
He passes the other Half-
. ..In thoughts and strife.

SWAMP

After thousand years since my flight
one day
When roaring waves hit some land
In moonlight
I fell down to rest.
Now worried
How to fly?
My thoughts are infected
…My wings are wet.

MOTHER

Mother
Engrossed - while rocking the cradle
Soaked in heavy sobs
In haziness - searching further...further...

Mother
Singing lullaby to this 'Silent Listener'
Plucks dreams from amongst piercing thorns
Bleeding words of Love, dipped in droplets-
…And the ‘sleeping Tragedy’ spreads its feathers.

Mother
Feels the first pinch of this vulnerable.
Wonders at the first steps of this little devil
Towards...its destiny
towards... the door.
...Now hides itself behind the gate.
Chuckles - Blinks - and Gone.

And Mother
Spreading arms of desolation,
Bearing this Ordeal…
Still waits for this "Adherent" soul.