Starvation
Man died due to starvation
In a tiny lodge room-
Two columns box news
Nothing unusual
Had he been such a bad condition?
Who cares?
It’s nobody’s cup of coffee
Still, all accused him
About his mysterious life!
No communion with others
Was unforgivable!
Where drained his income?
Sure, he was an alcoholic
Looked like a drug addict!?
Might have frequently visited brothels!?
Autopsies are abundant before an
Autopsy of a physician
Mortified by an ugly image
While the physician drawn a true image
Of a man who starved not for food
But for true love
Was he really a rogue?
Was he really a depraved?
Was he really an insane?
Sighed the physician
When he saw her pretty image
Embossed inside his broken heart!!!!
© -Vijay P Nair -2018
Journey of a vagabond
It was his dream journey
It was truly his pilgrimage
He earned every single penny
He longed for long to meet her
He wanted to share his true love
He visualized their first meeting
Such a heavenly fantasy it was!
Enraptured the very moment
He met his angel
Looked at her dazzling eyes
It was really an Ocean!
It welcomed him inside
He lustrated himself within it
Grabbed her by the throat
Without made her chock
Let her tasted the lip lock
More was said in a single kiss
Than in a thousand words!
Two hearts wrapped in arms
His hug was so warm
Hold her hand with a proud
Walked on the banks of river Hooghly
Paired at Eden garden
Lingered over Howrah Bridge
Prayed at Birla temple
Candled at St. Paul cathedral
Called on archive
Purchased from New Market
Wandered everywhere…..
He realised true love
When he sat beside her
Doing nothing, yet he felt
Perfectly happy
Love is when hearts beat together
Love takes no holiday
If togetherness is forever
It was his silly fantasy
In lieu he was vanquished
In the battle for her heart
When she was pole apart
Hawks with broken wings;
Lions with broken paws;
Men with broken hearts,
Are same in the battle field
The battle over flesh and blood
Cannot compare to
The battle for the heart.
© -Vijay P Nair -2018
Consecrates for ceremonies in shrine
None can trace anathema in his duty
Decalogue he follows the treaty
Despite celibate he remains in sanctity
Devout he in delight on our deity
Decoy; she bewitched him once
Bella she then not our Durga
Bolero she when without regalia
Benison with her bosom and breech
He was in all astir when amorous
Rock bottom he a beau to beautify her
Anthropomorphic she neither a Goddess now!!!!!
Ached for a straw which to cling to
Bubbled over the moment when
He was there to care about;
Banking him for her sake
He uplifted her to stand firm
Yet again auctioned her charm
Buttered up others for more sake
Interested in the green muscle
Abounding in sharing her; around
Flowers are colourful
In order to attract bees!
When she adores a Khan?
She couldn’t imagine
A man without suits;
Living in a thatched shed!
No prefix to his name
Was a crime, he committed!
No fixed salary had he
To enjoy a perfect
Candle lit dinner!
He had made no chariot; made
Her ashamed of a pedestrian!
Questioned him for his support!
Why he supported her, was
A million dollar question!
Why he supported her
When he himself struggled?
It was punishable crime
Running nose into poverty
With no intention!
He should have closed his eyes
When she was punished by God!
Rushed hotfoot to high profiles
A short cut from zeroine to heroine
Became a Queen of opportunistic
Built Kingdom of hollow
Hoisted slavery of love
On his shoulder!
Freakish dance of our rain goddess!
Yesterday she was an angel with wings
She touched my cheeks with butterfly kisses.
Stupendous her Squizzing as an anxious lover
Ceaseless she was falling fast to please me most
Extravagant my joy when she whispered with lust
Prompted me to become sod upon to drop her soul
Which embracing me when I was flying into her
Fancied an ocean I was into me flowed she as a flood
I could hear from afar then the palm’s torrent’s roar
It steered me in upon myself as a rumbling of drops
While darting across the darkness with her quirky
Downpour of feet over many of our league
Who knew she should not spend her night a whole?
It was sweet melody her pit-a-pat upon eaves!
A pleasing lullaby easing me back to sleep, then
She left at midnight against my dreaming ears!
Today she is a devil with horns and hoofs, when
Least expected in the midst of my orphaned dreams
A dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian squall she is
Setting fire around us when in the midst of dead sleep
She is a wicked, wild and reckless downpour
Hates the sight of an umbrella inside out a gush of rage
The stronger the thunder, the heavier the torrent,
It’s she who fills the rivers not the dew but all spates
Endure and persevere through the storms of hardships
Fierce war upon land pursues endlessly which a doom;
Into it drenched all souls alive and substances around
Marooned men when no shores assure us our map
Landslips and standstills that swings us through no rope
Puddles of mud and traffic jams make us without hope
Still there those two basic driving forces to build
Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up as a tower
Love being shaped and fashioned for those our close
Woman marries only a man who loves his mother
Clouds send rain only to quench the parched earth
And it does not fall on one roof alone, remember
It may spoil your picnic, but save a farmer’s crop
Wounds are often the openings into the best
To eschew the rage of angel by ceased his awful deed
A dark time passed over this holy land awaited us
Yet again there is something bright to come to us
Where has our legendary emperor gone?
He is our age old myth-
A legendary emperor of our land
Fine example of a wise, benevolent,
And judicious ruler whose name spread
Far and wide; it made them fear if
He over powers them!
Then the drama played by Lord,
A dwarf his alms was nothing but
Three paces of land; was granted
Within two steps the dwarfed giant
Covered both the sky and Netherworld
Before destroying the Earth
The clay head emperor was granted
A boon before he was pushed into exile
He was allowed to visit his subjects
Once in a year from Netherworld
But his homecoming was disrupted
And the legendary has gone upside down
This year; and God’s own subjects started
Journey to meet their emperor in the underworld!!!!
Hawks with broken wings;
Lions with broken paws;
Men with broken hearts,
They all have one thing in common:
They’re all as sure to die as those unbroken.
The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.
the most intimate partner of life is death.
Don’t cry after my death, I won’t know it. Love me when I am alive.
Sometimes it seems the louder someone claims sainthood the bigger the horns they are hiding.
Every time you hurt me I apologised because I felt guilty for making you feel bad.
The Seven Social Sins are: Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.”
All war is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.”
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.”
The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.”
You show me a capitalist, and I’ll show you a bloodsucker”
It is not enough to win a war; it is more important to organize the peace.”
A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.”
Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.”
“How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?
Hate is the father of all evil.