An IDIOT Mouse in An IDIOT World

I shall be telling this with a cry

Of seeing angriness glued to the glimmering in each eyes
Somewhere 16 years hither and hence
Estimating my financial growth in the Kingdom
I chose to tell the lie & truth on my work place

I have filled in my last letter to boss
I've phone 'till my line caught fire
And I turned my wheel of memory
To the past risks of Ethic policy,

I remember every body Sighed,
Yearning for quill pens and papers
when the customer is in front
and computers had never been thought of
whereas now they rule alone.

Only a host of broken promises
That haunted then in-trays then
Took note, as they lay, of the last chance
To arrange the affairs of customers

'Is there anybody there?' said the customer
banging on the office front door
But no-one there descended to the customer
No head to raise from the keyboard,
Took heed of the phone, or the door knock
By computers all were fazed.
And a phone started up in the office
above the client's head
And he knock upon the door again, a second time
'Is there anybody there?' he said.

The poor client looking at the moving time, morning to the noon
Reading the big letters written in banner,
Integrity and ethical tone of employees
Staring & Mocking at the empty chairs
And thinking of the office timing
The poor client sensed impotence of work place
though his heart sank in unhappy,
And wandered, down the empty hall and disappeared
Like an idiot mouse in an idiot world,
I also chuckled with an idiot look
Stared at the idiot computer
Thinking of the banners of Integrity & Ethical tone
Yearned again for quill pen and paper

MY HOUSE IS DARK

My house is dark
My house is dark.
I like it that way.
Through unshaded windows
I look across the street.
People there have lights on.
I see them through windows.
A muscular young man
Cutting the hair of a child
My apartment is dark

Some top hats eating
in nearby restaurant,
A woman drinks water
Nearby super market,
On the top floor
Some are dancing in
In the blue light of TV.
A mom, a daughter:
Chatting with next door women
three without men.
At the bottom floor an old couple
Smothers with fear
Of who will die first.
My house is dark

Too many times
I have said the same things.
I watch here in darkness,
In the peace of aloneness,
And think about me,
And think about the world
Beneath my sad disguise.
While I am near mad
Wish this poem were pixie dust
To throw into the street
My house is dark

                             Azad

SILENT TEARS

My Soul, yesterday, deserted me,
It flow away to the other end
I pursue to come back
But, I faint, I dim, I fail to find

And at last I astonish seeing my soul
Sobbing near remains of Girl ,
My heart beat up, realizing holes of gun barrel
shaping her empty stomach filled with fire
her eyes widely opened stone-still
seems how she ardor the elegance world
not with knowing its barbarity
with widely opened Jaws
with starving eyes, and stomach

I look at the sky- it was dark
I look at the sun – it was black
I look at the rainbow – it was colorless
I look at the grass field – It was dried-up
I look at the sea,- It was parched

Sobbing near her, my soul cast-off to come to me
I stood near stagnant body of lass
I knocked the Earth with fury
I raised my fist with anguish –
eyes distressed filled with tears-
At last, my heart leaned on,

Murmuring– My soul, my body, my mind
‘Weaken heart, Murmuring mind
Painful nights, Tearful days’
You confer me all
And lay under the sun and shower
Run behind ripping clouds, deep of calm sea’
Grin with glittering stars
Stepping with gentle breeze

Tears drips, feelings flows,
And soul flies, and not finds a way
to clinch my mind,
your smile never dies
innocent eyes never close,

breath never end
Rising every time
when the wind breathe
When the flowers gathered die,
When the misty drops wets the sandy mud
My child, Your cause is the hope of the world,
In your fight is the life of the race
should build, in years passed by,

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DESERT RAIN

I feel so close to you
that it is hard to tell
where your heart ends
and where mine begins.

And you are like desert rain

It is like we are one,
Body, spirit and mind;
meant for each other
two of a kind.
and your are like desert rain

Like rain upon the desert,
On a dry and barren land;
You cause my soul to blossom,
With touch from gentle hands.

and you are like desert rain

And like the breeze of springtime,
Gently 'cross my body blows;
Igniting there a flame of fire,
That sets my heart aglow.

and you are like desert rain

You fill me up when I am empty

Like no one else has done;

Pour warmth into my spirit

Like rays from summer sun

and you are like desert rain

I love you so much

You love me too;

Together forever

Me and you

And you are like desert rain

Azad Tirur

Everywhere her Screaming ????????????

Society is something of a catch-all phrase for organized humanity. It's just another word for people. And just as there can be evil in people, there can also be evil in society. And evil, in any of its myriad guises, can only bring us pain and sadness. I wrote in memory of 9 year girl child who was brutally raped and killed recently in a remote village in Kerala India. Her, innocent, feared face, screaming, haunting me day and night…………what I do……….I cried alone…..and she is still crying with tiny stars and smirking moon……

There is pain in my heart for another.
I cannot comfort her,
I cannot be with her,
I want to share her pain,
ease her suffering,
show her I care,

She flew away but,
Why must it be so hard?
Why should it happen to start with?
The unanswerable questions
ring out to the stars,
and only silence replies
with it's smooth sound.
I scream with anguish,
and the pain of helplessness.
"There must be something

I can do, mustn’t there?"
her whimpered query
hangs in the air,
"please, please, please.. no ?".
and only silence replies

with it's smooth sound.
But only silence and time remain,
one a comforter,
the other, a healer.
So why am I not comforted,
or healed of my pain,
and only misery remains?

and only silence replies
with it's smooth sound.

I am in mute, feelings flows,

Tears flooded, heart leap up

Throat dried up, no sounding elegy

At last I fade and die,

And fly away other end,

to wipe out tears showing her tiny stars, and smirking moon,

and I scream again become

soundless elegy on faded bud and only silence replies
with it's smooth sound. -Azad