Buried deep
a thousand feet,
heaps of ashes and dust,
amassed with plenty of
weeds and grass tufts,
right there is my animal,
leashed, harrased and harnessed.

It urged me to set it free.
Scared, I mutilated its genitals.
Reckless it was then
and it shrieked with pain.
Injured and hurt,
it cried for help.
I slashed its tongue.

It is mum now,
but my neurons are anxiety filled,
because once auto healed,
Its urge to unfetter will start breathing again.




Eyes so large……
Like an ocean!
But don’t know why,
Why I wanted to be a drop of that ocean,
Just akin to a dust particle in the soil.

Eyes so deep……
Their unfathomable depth!
But don’t know why,
Why I wanted to drown in
And never wanted to come back.

Eyes fiercely pitch black……
Like the black hole!
But don’t know why,
Why I wanted to die in them,
Like a dying star,
And never wanted to come  alive
Yes, I never wanted my life again.



Take my heart with you,
It  beats for you now.
Take my eyes with you,
They want to see only you now.
Take my mind with you,
It thinks about you all the time.
Take my ears with you,
They want to listen your whisper
Take my fingertips with you,
They want to touch you.
Take my feet with you,
They force me to go to your
street everyday.
Take my breath with you,
They echo your name whenever
they come out.
Take my body with you,
It wants to merge in you now.
Take my SOUL with you,
It no longer wants to remain
in my body,
It has found its SOULMATE
in you now.

PAPA AND I (part-1)


(A discontented son)

Papa, why are we not rich ?
We seem like morons, the life
with a glitch.
My conscience feels disgraced,
“Why I have no iPhone” feeling

Papa I don’t want to go to college
“You possess no credit card” mocks that bloody whore.
I followed her everywhere like
a lunatic lover boy,
But she opted for a rich kid and
then my heart was like a broken

Papa, my miserable apparel
and my cheap sunglasses,
My second-rate gadgets
and my tawdry watches.

Papa, sometimes I look at
my classmates admiringly,
and sometimes surprisingly.
Some times I watch them
and sometimes lamentedly.

Papa, I hate you so much,
For the gutteral life you gave me.
I don’t want to be a worm,
a shoelace;
I blame you because in your
times, you proved yourself
a loser in every race.



After so many days,
I passed through your street.

After so much time,
I passed by your house.

My legs stumbled,
My lips mumbled.
My feet glued,
Past memories subdued.

My eyesight looked fixedly
at the rooftop,
But only some pigeons were
There to hop.
You were not there,
Not visible were your
fluffy black hair.

I missed your burning flying kiss
That killed me softly.
I missed your ‘I NEED YOU’ words libido rich
That aroused me mostly.

My friend patted on my back.
Tears were in my eyes and
The pigeons were dispersed.
“Let’s go from here” slowly he



Do you know I still cry for you,
Do you know I still wait for you,
Do you know how restless I am
for you,
Do you know I want only
you, you and you.

No matter what I am,
No matter what I can do,
But the only thing I can
do is to love
you, you and you.

I will tear my body apart,
I will make my blood flow,
I will be dying and breathing,
my last breath, but still the
only thing I will do is to love
you, you and you.