Wednesday, October 30, 2013


I cut and clear
The leaning branches of wild trees,
Bushes on the ground and 
Make a new path in the forest
Enjoy the wild beauty well
My soul scared and repeats
'' It is very dangerous in a forest alone ‘’
But my heart console me and repeats
‘’ Let you enjoy if you like ‘’
Now I bold and realize 
Forest is very safe to walk 
Here all happens 
As per Natur’s rules and rhythm .

Monday, October 28, 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


The defeated may laugh
Loud , loud and loud
Oh you , winner and your
Neglected supporters
Why do laugh ?
No dark will rise forever
Oh winner
Why do you still laugh 

Sunday, October 20, 2013


What did happen to me .Nothing I could understand except full of darkness .Oh it is so terrible .Where are my hands .Where are  my legs .I try to open my eyes .My God everything now I feel as in an illusion .
    I am so scared now and try to cry .I cannot make even a murmuring sound . I don’t feel the presence of my body. Where it has gone to? Am I dead Or alive. Is it called the bridge, between death and life.
  Luckily at last I hear an opaque voice of someone and try my best in concentration to listen what are they speaking and who are they
     My God they are nurses who care me and I learnt from their conversations that I am a comma patient and doctors confirmed my brain death and they got permission to take my  organs for transplantation .
   I try to say aloud I am not dying , I am not dying but no sounds comes
   I ask God why do you so cruel to me and now wait patiently for my death .

Friday, October 18, 2013


My grandfather was an agriculturist, really a hardworking man .He claimed , I do not know , as a deep scholar in black magic and anyway he was a famous wizard in our village and there was a flow of many devotees even from nearby villages and a few from remote towns . No one in our home really liked this wild practice of him but they kept silence as all of us were afraid of him even to utter a word without his permission.

I was his helper though my mom did not like as she had worried that I might get attracted to the lessons of black magic. So she tried to send me to a remote town where her sister lived. But that was in vain. When she talked and sought the permission of grandpa he looked at mom with his wide open eyes. We all knew the meaning of that look. It was a negative signal. I was happy as at least then I had escaped from her continuous and hesitating torture of ‘’go to play and stop chap this helping and more company.’’

He had a suitcase, huge and ancestral, made of teak wood where he kept his account and secret books, written on dried palm leaves, on black magic. It had many secret shelves that he only knew and he kept the keys with him even when he slept. Even the elders did not have permission to see those books but I was lucky as I had full freedom to see and it was my duty to remove dust from them opening the bondage of red ocher silks.

The respect and fear that I had with village men on grandpa brought me much benefit and privileges. I could manage well the mischievous kids and could become the leader of village kids. We were a headache for farmers especially for sugarcane cultivators.

I enjoyed an outing with him so much especially the one on every Sunday when the village market opened. We had always something to sell. That was an interesting journey as we did it on our own bullock cart

Vendors there in the market would give me some gifts and toffees for free and would pay a high price for our agricultural products. It was so funny to see in their eyes the fear and respect with my grandpa.

What an amazing experience here had happened once in every year where the celebration and special offering to grandpa’s secret God. Our home would be decorated with tender coconut leaves and colorful garlands. At midnight he would open a special room, that was closed the rest of the year and enter with a living cock, some bottles of fresh toddy and the door would be closed. It took some hours to open the door.

That was a horrible scene when it reopened;, kids would cry in fear while we saw the blood of chicken in his mouth as he would kill  the cock with his mouth and drink all the bottles of toddy. He would counsel us to pray well as his God entered inside him and he was then a God.

Thursday, October 17, 2013


Faded classic picture 
A beautiful rose garden ,
Swallowed by caterpillars .
Shattered face of an idol 
A fertile land that now 
Became  moor In  the absence of rain 
A rotten tree that was once 
A big  with so Many branches 
And  full of Leaves having provided 
Shelter for many birds and insects 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Appetite ?

What is an appetite? 
It is a five course dinner 
A millionaire replied me 
What is an appetite? 
It is a super banquet 
A wealthy man replied me 
What is an appetite? 

Everything I can eat 
A man of middle class 
Replied me 
What is an appetite? 
Whatever ‘’you give’ 
A poor man replied me 
What is an appetite? 
I do not know 
A starved one replied me 
I do not know 
A starved one replied me. 

Monday, October 14, 2013


What a melodious song 
She sings. 
It is now sweaty as 
A symphony of Beethoven 
But sometimes she sings 
In the tone of Jackson's rock. 
When wind and thunder join 
With her and the music then 
They perform I don't know 
To whom it will be compared 

Friday, October 11, 2013


Sometimes shatter my 
Sandcastle that I made 
As a naughty girl .
Sometimes wipe out my 
Name that I wrote 
As my kindergarten teacher 
Sometimes she kisses on 
My feet gently as my lover .
Sometimes she kicks me 
As a wrestler .
But always as a moving stage 
She reflects the play at the sky 
Where clouds, birds and the stars are actors
 And it is lightening  by the sun and moon. 

Thursday, October 10, 2013


No one will cry 
Looking at my graveyard 
I am like a rotten tree 
Having no branches 
Having no flowers 
Having no fruits.but 
If you take ashes from 
My graveyard and fertile 
Your plants with it 
They will have branches 
They will have flowers 
They will have fruits ,

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


She taught me 
Life is sweet 
She taught me 
Love is the sweetest 
She taught me 
Life without her 
Is a hell indeed .

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


Flourishing business of 
Unique standards 
For the modern youth. 

Sunday, October 6, 2013


I lost my trust and belief 

In this merciless world 
That even wounds the shadow 
And sucks the blood emitting 
I lost my trust and belief 
In God 
As he is crucified in each second 
And lost all his powers 
But I trust with me and I will fight 
As life is to live and not to weep 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Friday, October 4, 2013

My Honey

She always calls me as ‘’MY HONEY’’ 

And demands always money 
But I have no money 
Now where is MY HONEY . 

Haiku #22 (Life)

  in  the prison of time , a  prince of dreams  ; handcuffed with fate