Silent Tears

Last Night Before I went to Bed

Thoughts of Mother filled my head

Though I have not cried this may in many years

Onto my pillow fell six silent tears

The first was for her tender hearted love that I miss

And her caring for shown me in years

The Second was for her bosom milk and closeness

that I enjoyed In laugher and tears

The third came as no surprise

As I thought of her tears for my pain

The fourth came rolling,

For the warmth love they cuddle up side by side

Telling the bed time stories and talking of that day

And enjoy the peaceful of a full moon

The fifth came for one reason alone

I felt a son’s love for a mother that wasn’t fully shown

I really love and miss you mother

And there just fell the sixth silent tear

The Desert Wind

The Desert wind, wounding to the bone,,

Gently lifts the solitary of the desert

Sends its spiraling downwards to the road,

it joints all the other fallen sand

Lying there withering, dying, was one in air,

but now dull, brown as death claims slowly,

The blowing wind lifts his hair,

Sending a sigh from his neck to toes….

He sits on rock and look into the bleak horizon,

In its lackluster colors of sadness...

He bow his head, cupping his face with palms

Dried fingers biting into his cheeks

his thoughts, his mind turmoil,

his heart completely broken, shattered beyond repair,

He feel the warm tears on his fingers,

For its soothing, its comforting to finally cry..

His sobbing goes unheard,

all along in his own private hell,

Trying to feel himself free...

He is paying for the things he never done,

So when are going to stop breaking his heart..

OUTSIDER

Was he an outsider
Nobody knows him –
Each day that comes
He is alone
Never knowing that
Tomorrow will bring standing here

The love he may fairly be
excise from everybody -
seems was he a burden or a pest ?
He who loves called him
an outsider

He just dying thinking of the Sunset
And take his mind
And its pain
And embrace in its hand

What shall he do ??
What shall he say ??
Left him with no helping hand
To take the days go away

Although were over gone our ways
He can’t help him but feel like this
And wach day that comes
He feel is alone
Stranded in an alienated world of injustice

Eyes explored for love -
His tears wet the heart of earth
The earth asked him - Why ?
The wind asked him - Why ?
The sun asked him - Why ?
He murmured –  an outsider - an outsider

He love everything that love likes -
He hate every thing that love hates -
But still he was an outsider –
An Unknown- Unknown- Unknown Outsider

OUTSIDER

A Bidding Day

Shaking day, brainy day

Grinding day, punching day

Rowing day, dismal day

Thirsty day, and hungry day,

Passage day, costing day

Lining day, Pricing day

Shouting day, counting day

Eager day, hammering day

Probing, tracing,

Calling, shouting,

Brew then as panic

Loom then as pant

We then as lambs

You then as lion

We then as asses

You then as fox

And all at last fried

And Dumping, throwing,

And are we saying submitting

With a dump look,

Standing in burial box,

a sigh of relief break of silence

Nor we slay any head

Nor we did any sin

Though do we also

Get a day of grimace

Silence - In memory of A. Ayyappan

And at the end now

All he has to offer
is solitude and silence.
No accomplishments to speak of,
having never finished anything

Worth finishing
except bad relationships
and good friendships
he now regret not keeping.

Those he feel closest to
are the farthest away from him
while he keep himself distant
from those who are near.

that a deep sleep in forefront

Without any disturbances

Let him sleep well and forget everything

Not yet time for good bye forever

But it is the time for him to say

bye bye then now…….

He slept in the alembic case

And eyes widely open

To see the elegant world

Again and again – but

At the end now

Is solitude silence

Without any disturbance

Let me lay down

And say friends good bye

                                       Azad

BLOOD AND TEAR

After a long time I was on my village

Years of silence burst out at once

The same place where I grow in sun and shower

where the first rain drops touched my feet

where the grass field I played

and after along time I was on my village

I stepped out from shell of memories

In few seconds I was all wet

Rain drops kissed my face

Starts melting heart & mind

And the unfaithful tears they fall

Like rivers streaming hot through the muggy mist

And I cried alone in that rain

Confusion feeds like a savage inside,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdain

My heart moves from fire to cold

look like a helpless chick in the rain

And I cried alone in that rain

As it started raining more heavily

The sound of thunder grooved

I could feel loneliness, wandering here and there

Looking for all that my pain can recognize

I couldn’t, my tears were all lost in the rain

I could feel burning on my cheeks,

When the cold rain drops feel on it,

Who knows what I look for

Still not see the kids who needs me, my babies

Now they lies in their tombs

Where on their tombs , the devils playing

And singing no worries of tomorrow

And there I cried alone in that rain

Are they far away from me but I can’t forget

Oh, I can’t go back and live in the past

Just as I enjoy the peacefulness of a full moon

With warmth and love, but where I lost my life

In the dances of sword and guns

Or in the horrors we saw, and

Or in the nightmare of flames and destruction

Too may tears turn into blood

When my aching soul is about to flee

The sadness and loneliness it is a witness too

And there I cried alone in that rain

TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF GUJARAT COMMUNAL RIOT