Norma’s Feet

 

  Through her cuticles, rays of fortune, look to pass,

Through her lashes, sparks of luck, want to grace,

In her 76^th, she still wishes, she lived to dye, an unforgiving fetus,

“Hell life”, she curses, each moment, each corner, each place.

 

  Born in the rugs, to the miseries of a helpless saint,

who was left to ravish, the pity of the payment souls,

In the smooth sailing arms of liquor, her feet were left to tangle,

her hair was left to curl, and her wailing chords were left entangled.

 

  She served on her mother’s hips, for moments of eternity,

learning to live, with embedded fraternity.

Left without choice, she was left to ponder,

upon the sand castles of riches, of which, she could only wonder.

 

  Faced by spitting whiskers, of disruptive truth,

by forbidden hosts, in luxurious suits.

Always looked down upon, with a fork lightening of grief,

but none with the look, with bullets of help, which can shoot.

 

  The times, that she spent, unraveling her face,

which was struck with gaze, and puzzles, that the stars chased.

Dreams, they were? or nightmares Oh horror!

only she could answer, if silence, could overcome her terror.

 

  If ever, she learnt to smile, only thy knows when!

If ever, she spoke, words, more then ten!

If ever, she slept, on the pillows of cheer!

She wouldn’t be here, fighting the winds of fear.

 

  Children they came, with giggling smirk of joy,

to her, they came, with their books, their toys.

To make her lips swirl, they tried their own ways,

all in vain, her lips never swayed.

  Never could count, never could express,

what she felt, each year, on the day, she was born.

Never she could, never she can,

defend her fate, and the acts of her land.

 

  Today, she stands, at the same old place,

where she was born, from where, away she was chased.

Today, touching her feet, I feel blessed,

I feel comforted, in her shade of calmness, I can rest.

  Tears, tickled her eyes, and trickled down her cheeks,

the time I touched her compelling hands, her fingers began to tremble.

Her brow lit up, like a spark of a violent storm,

Oh! now I can say, I’ve found a place called home.

 

“Thank you for this day.”

On My 4 Wheels

 

  At the helm of the smoke clad froth,

On the waves of the whispering Goth.

Dusk-like dawn, and the big city lights,

Hazy shades of winter, can we have those blessed nights?

 

  Set out on wheels, one fine morning,

To find grains of joy, and cereals, smoke-free,

To steal away the gaze, from the unholy corrupt ray,

Find a home for my soul, a place like Bree.

 

  Swift like a horse, it ran through the howling wind,

Never cared for its honking foes, friends, it treated kind.

Was always on the hunt, it had the time on its hands,

Right from the start, it was searching for virgin lands.

Where it could lay, lay its rubber cool,

Where time, had its own measure, and had no major rule.

 

  Through the winding ghats, it made me see the beds,

Where many speedy demons, make their own grave,

Where humans go to rest, after a heavy session,

Of beers and vodkas, and then to drive, when they crave.

 

  Also for its beauty, it’s set a feast delight,

I could see them through the fog, praising my left and right.

The squealing crickets, on their lush green pillows,

They had their own gossip, about me, and the other fellows.

 

  They sing their symphonies, through out the day,

I heard their blissful mutter, through out the highway.

Along came some streams, rippling at their own phase,

They have no place to reach, no goals to chase.

 

  I wish; I wonder; I ponder,

Upon those thoughts if I can lye down and sounder.

Even for a moment, after turning back, my wheels,

At the age of 60, I’ll fill up one of those reels.

 

Mantra, “chance; Cherish; Savor.”…

Crazy Moon, A Lonely Tune

 

  Here, up in the sky, I’ve reached, I’ve come,

been coming here for ages, changes, I’ve found none.

I stay up all night, and watch them all sleep,

I keep company to the watch dogs, who rarely share a peep.

 

  No matter, to me, What they do,

to them, I believe, I’m always true.

I’ve done it all, to make them smile,

always been with them, when they walked, the lonesome green mile.

 

  I’ve held there up, when they where about to falter,

showed them the light, when they needed the most.

I’ve seen them through, and help raise their daughter,

those are the people, I admire the most.

 

  I’m standing up here, all by myself,

sitting with open eyes, like a sleepless elf.

Preached about patience, I need some now,

I guess the time has come, I take a bow.

 

  For so many years, I’ve washed my pride,

to watch them cheer, when they become a bride.

Pages to write, ages to fill,

to forget, faces so many, so many moments to kill.

 

  Up all night, waiting for the dawn,

searching for a way, not full of roses, but with thorns.

Tunnels of darkness, or some sparkling fountains,

Snow-clad peaks, want to get lost in the misty mountains…

Cry This Day

 

  Enough, enough, enough!

what ever you GONE through,

for not one, decades that’s two,

time has passed by, of time, you have no clue.

 

  From all your trusted sons,

you never had that fun.

fun in the manor, in the way you care,

not even half of your share.

 

  Cried, cried, cried, through out your life,

Cry Oh mother! cry not this day,

for you, this day is precious as a mother, as a wife,

this day, only smile, you shall only smile you may

 

  Caring, loving, worrying, all these days,

all these days of pain gone by,

speak of troubles, and troubles they have mounted,

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  Sorry momma, here is a song,

Forgive me for all I done wrong.

Those sorrows and pain, I given all the way,

lets forget every thing this day, on your birthday…

Hate Me Deep

   Curse the time, when I was born,curse since then, till now, I’m carrying on.My heart sinks, my heart weeps,curses of those, who Hate Me Deep.   Not 1, not 2, but years have passed 19,pain, burden, through out those years, I’ve been.They don’t like me, I am not so sweet,they hate me, they Hate Me Deep.   For so many years, never I lived,life of Pease, never could give.To others, Who care for me,Oh! now they hate me, they Hate Me Deep.   Never left a chance,to pile a heap.Of moments of sadness, of moments troublesome,for which, they hate me, they Hate Me Deep.   Oh! for me, there is no mercy,me deprived, of the right, to be forgiven.I still beg, I beg for mercy,Oh! people, you hate me, you Hate Me Deep.   why should, I live?What can, I give?More sorrow, more creeps,you all have a right, a right, to Hate Me Deep…

Mask of Disguise

   Beneath the shade, myself, I lay,Gazing at the sun, every morn, every day.With my hands resting free, my heart laid bare,With my eyes wide open, but my face not fare.   Faces, so many, I’ve seen through these years,Eyes, I’ve red, have washed oceans of tears.Am I to old, to see, to read?Am I too old, to string the beads?   I fear those hands, those soft writing knives,Fear those lasses, who, never can be, grate wives.They act for money, they act good,They act for trust; they shall steal away your food.   Can’t trust those hands, which, reach me, for help,Not sure, if they are, of orks or elves.Good hands, they were, ages ago,Those hands, now evil, seeds of POISON, THEY SOW.   With humble eyes, they come to me,My good friends, they want to be.What’s their aim, what’s in their minds?Why come to me, what next, is lined?   For the last 67, I’ve trusted them all,Now I can’t stand, the pain, if I fall.For years to come, alone, I shall shiver,Stand the misty mornings, the stormy winds of hiver…  

Words of Gray

   Nobody home, there is nobody there,empty walls and, paintings lay bare.In patches they fall, they fall far and wide,now patches on the ground, they are hollow inside.   I put out my hand, to touch their faces,They’ve been with me, through all those races.Share my age; they are as old as me,but fear I, in my heart, they’ll fall faster than me.   Who will be left, if they kiss the moon?to listen to me, every night, morn and noon?With them I’ve cried, the tears of my sorrow,a little time of me, from me, who will borrow?   My sons, they’ve never been, with me, through those times,like you, you’ve always been there, when I sang those happy rhymes.They never followed, a single word, I said,words in tons for me, they always had instead.   My wife, she never was, with me, for me,lunch, she never cooked, she never served me joy.Those little Halflings, never, they got to see me,never got a chance, with them, to share my toys.   Thanks to my memory, I live my ninety,through these years you’ve been, just a little more, please!So far you’ve been, like my brother, my only deity,last moments together, won’t you share with me, please!  

Death.. Do Me Proud

   Days gone by, so many, no doubt,Things so many, to say about.Never fulfill, wishes, never my will,Day after day, the nights stare still.   Put out your hand, and touch my face,Tie my feat, so I loose this race.Hack please! Chop me, help me wither,Cut me half, me, you slither.   “ What have you done?” you may ask,“ What, haven’t I?” you, I may ask.Blunders so many, my presence means sins,Tare me all over, put my bones in those bins.   Poison my lips, and hiss it down my throat,Tangle my hands, don’t strip my electric coat.Resting on the tracks, come run me over,I’m singing on the banks, come wash me over.   Dry my heart, slain my spine,Suck the red glue, and sip away all the wine.On the beds of arrows, may my body rest,Come pick up your sward, and clother my chest.   Sleepless nights, I dreamt of you,Horror days, I waited for you.End my wait, turn my dreams real,Finish my test, forever, let me not feel…  

Bitter Betrayal

   As long as I remember, my state of mind,never did I have, a trauma of this kind.Caused, not by any friend, but, “the” friend of mine,with whom so many, suppers I have dined.   She was, my heart, my soul, my girl,my Emerald, my Ruby, she was my precious Purl.Years before, we swore, we’ll always be together,with each other, we’ll part, Oh never ever!   I played with her, when her, in my alms, I had,I played for her, in those moments, so sad.I’ve seen sonny days, and the misty graves,with her, I’ve been, through the darkest caves.   When I use to touch her lips, she use to sing,tunes of autumn, tunes of spring.Always had some time, to lie down beside her,always had the mind, to share my dreams with her.   During poring rains, and dripping pains,you held my hand, to walk through those lanes.Your head on my shoulders, was like an angel from heaven,the moment, that you flew away, I couldn’t trace when.   The day, she left with him, she left me all drowning,drowning, in my tears, she left me all frowning.She broke my heart into, pieces with no names,theses on those pieces, will bring me no fame.   Never, for a moment, she thought of me,me, while leaving, with her eyes, she couldn’t see.Never, for a moment, I could live without her,the rest of my life, without her, I got to stir.   Good-bye, to her, one last time,Blues, never again, but today, one last time.I’m singing my sorrows; I’m putting them away,to welcome some light, to brake the shadow on my way.   “Come on my mate, row me to shore,I’m taking sips of you, you must have gotten bored”.“Only you can, my friend, put me to sleep,ones, in my life time, Won’t you help me sleep deep?”… …

DESIRE

 ‘God’ – bless the man if you can,Well I am his biggest fan.                                               Let him share some peace,A breakfast of bread and cheese. “May you spare his brain,till he has one.Required he, some patience,Otherwise chances of having none.” “Words of joy and cheer,may remove all his fear.Words of happiness and gain,no glimpse of sorrow and pain,” “Hundred times spoke I,hundred times I did cry.Who shall take his care?After I myself loose my flair.” “For the people he is John,for the closest, the one with crocked plans.For me, he is just a man,An angry one in the lawn.” “After all I am a little one,To the world I am just a dog.Shouldn’t I care for the man?Of whom I am the biggest fan.” “May he achieve the great heights,having no more fights.God bless the man if you can,Bless the man, Oh man!” 4/28/2004

Before I Dye

   “ Twenty long years, I’ve lived many fears,shared many smiles, shed many tears”.“ Before I dye, before I dye,today, let me, Oh mother, cry these last tears!”   “ Hopeless and paralyzed, on this bed, I lay,few drops of minutes, may be seconds, left, they say”.“ Before I dye, before I dye,today, let me, Oh mother, cry these last tears!”   “ For so long, hopes, they showed, and made you cry,just made it easy, those frozen rays, for me, to dye”.“ Before I dye, before I dye,today, let me, Oh mother, cry these last tears!”   “ For so many days, you cried for me,and days of laughter, you made me see”.“ Sins, so many, I can’t measure,only bags full of sorrows, I have to treasure”.“ Before I dye, before I dye,today, let me, Oh mother, cry these last tears!”   “ Things, I’ve feared, I never told you,tears, I’ve cried, I hid from you”.“ Before I dye, before I dye,today, let me, Oh mother, cry these last tears!”   “ Now they are waiting, I got to go,forgive me for every thing, please don’t say no”.“ With a smile on your face, farewell, you bid me,don’t waste your tears, don’t waste them on me”… …

Cradle..A Bed of Grave

   What did they do?What have they done?To see, their just born,The face of their faded son.   Waited they, many a day,Waited they, all this wayWaited they, not to see,With their own eyes, a day like today.   For, so many months, she cried her way,For, all those months, he watched her sway.Sway in trouble, sway in pain,All that trouble, just for more pain.   With their own hands, they prayed to him,With their own hands, they prayed for him.Thie didn’t help, thie didn’t hear,The prayers they prayed, with all their tears.   Watch her hands, full of love,Watch her face, glitter and glow.For all she knows, she lost her one,The one, to wash away her tears, she lost her son.   Alive, had he come,Him, with a smile, you would welcome.What has he done, with tears, not let him go,The wind of smile, on his face, you blow.   The time has come, to let pass, the time,With the passing time, learn to heal your mind.Faith, in your heart, is all you need to survive,To start a new day, a new chapter in your life…  

Act True, Act Right

   You work through the day,you work for a prize.You work so hard,How sweet, a surprise!   Ever, did you think?Why so much, you work?It, if you never thought of, as a thing, to think,then you surely must be a jerk.   Jerk, is what you are,jerk, you’ll always be.If now, you find no time, to think,your ship of life, is going to sink.   What you like,is, what you should know.What you, ought to know,is some thing, you better know.   Now is the time, let it not slip by,now is the time, you ask the question, Why?Why am I doing this, does it satisfy?Am I doing right, or is it just a lye?   You know your work, satisfies you not,you know your work, amuses you not.Then why do some thing, which interests you not,Why not, do a thing, that pleases you a lot?   Others, you think, you are trying to fool,How good you are, by doing that, to fool yourself!You think, you think, you are smart,if that is, how you think, then nothing’s going to help.   You work for money,or you work for pleasure.Out of it, the happiness, you get,is for you, yourself, to measure.   You work for money, you work a lot,you work so much, you make your swet roght.A greed for money, is a curse for life,in this field of curse, you better not get caught.   You work for pleasure, you have an aim,aim to fulfill, you have an aim.The path of success, is full, of your dreams,when your dreams come true, you would have achieved your aim.   I have said, what, I had to,my job, was to advise you.I pleased myself, by talking to you,now please yourself, and act true…   

A Surgeon’s Far Cry

   Hunger aches, a million lives break,in front of my eyes, to see them die, makes my heart ache.When, In my hands, rest their lives,so rest the destinies, of their loving wives.   Drops of blood, and oceans of sadness,one small scratch, creates madness.Rivers of tears, and heart breaking silence,thanks of pressure, and path breaking violence.   Soaked in pressure, I walk into that theater,every other time, it’s sooner or later.When I look at those eyes, I see it full of hope,out there, their family, dress me in god’s holy robe.   Racing heart of mine, beats to the speed of light,to keep their pain, I give up those sleepless nights.15 years old surgeon, still my hands shake,misery, with them, I share, how much more can I take?   Power, Oh lord! power to cure them,give me the power, with joy, to bless them.When I make a life, I see their joyous tears,when there breaks a life, with curses, the bless my ears.   I come so far, how far I’ve to go?is there any way, you can let me know.Put sleep in my eyes, for one night at least,serve me with peace, for once, let me feast…  

A Cobbler’s Wisdom

   The clock says 10-hello sunny morning,at the gates of my shop, came a man honking.Dressed in black, with his hair groomed well,with a smirk in his eyes, his shoes clean as hell.   His face full of riddles, and confusion to the core.his mustache standing still, and his beard going too and fro.Still as a rock, he stood, and no word, he would speak,swirling in the air, his hair would shine, like a golden streak.   I took my chance, after sharing a deep glance,to ask him his name, and make his lips dance.“ Is there any thing you need, a help or two?”of his troubles, gently I asked, just to get a clew.   “ They call me Jim,”,said the grave man.“ Heal my trouble please!I believe, you can.”  “ I walked a mile, it feels so long,now I feel sick, of whistling my favorite song.”“ Millions have spoken, I’ve heard their point of view,I could not walk their ways, and so I’ve come to you.”   “ Sit down, my friend”, I told Jim,“ Sit down on the chair, you are the guest of mine.”In the cup near me, I pored some red wine,with a smile on my face, I handed the cup to him.   “ Sip a little, my friend, and you’ll feel fine,sip not, for your stomach, and not for your mind.”“Sip for your heart, I, can feel its thirst,we have hours to talk, but quench your thirst first.”   I stared at his shoes, and gazed for a while,then I watched his eyes rest, and saw him break a smile.His cup, aside, he kept, and tickled his beard,for all I know, his problem is weird.   With some effort, he made his lips move,“ My heart’s worn away, not my shoes.”Calmly, he spoke, but his voice was stern,may be from him, lots, I’ll get to learn.   “ Shoes, I can mend, that’s all I know to do,tell me your problem, my friend, let me have some clue.For so long I’ve worked, to keep moving, their feat,give me a chance, I’ll help you find your feat.”   With a little more firmness, he started to speak,“ I held myself well, till the end of last week,Troubles on the rampage, me, they began to seek,no sooner then I realized, they reached the peak.”   “ The one, I loved so much, the precious purl of mine,for so many days, she was, and still is on my mind.”“ Feelings, she filled into a stone, turning it into a heart,and ever since that day, of it, she has been a part.”   “ Came a gloomy Monday, wish it, never had come on my way,she left my heart crawling, searching for the bay.”Drops of love, it had, in its every single thread,all those threads like onions, was so easy for her, to shred.”   “ Its not her fault, I, hurt myself,I love her so much, now I’ve to face it myself.”With in moments, I did, I slithered my soul,I cooked my nerves, it could have been served in a bowl.”   “ Now she is gone, she wished to go,always for her wishes, surrendered I, my ego.”“ Now she is gone, but her memories remain,even my wishes can’t help me, help me escape that lane.”   “ May he give her, all the love divine,may the joy on her face, stay till the end of time”.“ Mother, let me always be, as selfless as a tree,wrap your alms around her, keep her trouble free”.   “ Help me, oh man!hope to live, please show, don’t let me tumble.”“ Belief, in myself, I’ve lost, to say I will, I can,help me Oh man! Oh wise! Oh humble!.”   “ Sit down my friend, they call you Jim,”tenderly, I said, looking at him.“ Close your eyes mate, feel your blood flow,not a thing, try to think, hold your thoughts flow.”   “ Wisdom, no grate, I got, to take care,life thought me some things, which with you, I’ll share”.“ Truth, in your voice, and pain in your tone,posses full of sorrows, I can feel, you are feeling alone”.   “ Miles, you’ve walked, miles, you got to go,bring your heart alive, scare away, your ugly foe”.“ Straiten your head, and look up to the sky,only then you can, escape the troubling trenches and fly”.   “ Songs of pain, you’ve sung,now sing tunes of happy blues”.“ Write away to break away, to get over these days,write away to ride away, away from this dark bay”.   “ Don’t try to hide, behind the shadows of your heart,get out of those walls, and make a new start”.“ Walls, built by the feelings, the feelings, you had for her,feelings, out of your love, which you found in her”.   “ Now, that’s your past, may it not repeat,you’ve learnt there is some thing bitter, in every thing, that is sweet”.“ Time will come, and it will bring some one,understand you, who will, those will be the days of fun”.   “ Your future, you can’t write, but you can only wait,wait with patience, and nothing will be late”.“ Worries, if any, for a while, just close your eyes,but never for a moment, on yourself, you sympathize”.   Jim, all of a sudden, rose with courage,as if, a war, he is going to wage.War indeed, with all his strength, he has to fight,to over come his pale days, and sleep a peaceful night.   He went down on his knees, and bowed in front of me,“ You are the wisest man, I’ve met”, that’s what, he said to me.“ Thank you my friend, for laying my burden down,thanks to you, my friend, this Jim will never frown”…  

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