In Mooniverse

Q: A moonlit night, a clear sky & no power in the house. What do you do?
A: Write a few lines.


The grass grows; there is no light,
Yet luminescence exists for the night
The neon-lights have long gone out
But sparkling Eden gives Darkness a rout.

I stand among the pearly blades
On the carpet-like white glades,
Looking at the elegance in the nude,
Of the silvery blaze you exude.

Sweet shimmer scents up the blowing breeze,
Which kisses my tousled hair with ease.
Your soft whiteness hypnotizes my mind
While I am lulled into ecstasy, by the wind.

Human dots flit in this white open crypt,
Bringing life to an unscripted script,
Of which you are unyielding director
And me, the wonderstruck spectator.

Will you not shine over this haze
And trap me in those timely delays,
That induce poets to produce verse
When your languor invades their universe?

Why must you burn like magnesium
And hold sway over my heart’s atrium?
Why do you, belligerent yet beautiful,
Choose to cover all that’s dreadful?

Don’t go away, don’t break this spell
Of enchantment in my mental dell
Because I wish for self-obscurity
In your luminescent, mysterious felicity.

My Parents

A simple tribute.

From an envelope of darkness
I came to the light,
And saw two people
Squeal joyous nothings,
Wanting to hold me
Me, the bundle of happiness,
That they had wanted,
To bring some order
To their annealed lives.

They brought me up,
Inculcating values in me,
Shaping and moulding
Their precious plasticine
Into the long-desired shape,
That was meant to resemble
Their dreams, their aspirations
And liven up their existence
Like Joyce’s portrayal of Araby.

As I’ve grown up,
I’ve made mistakes
And bungled things
Yet they’ve stuck by me
Being my emotional anchors
And my patient listeners
While I explain to them
How I broke the neighbour’s window
While playing cricket.

Some times,
I’ve misunderstood them
Never thinking of their viewpoint
Yet they love me
I want to tell them THANK YOU
For all that they’ve done
For the upbringing and love
Which they’ve bestowed on me
Unconditionally.

Separation

This poem is about that much-maligned and much-misunderstood phenomenon, that oft-dreaded S-word. Some people embrace it. Most of us don't. Should we accept it or not? That is a question for you, dear reader....

Among fallen hopes and broken dreams

Where happiness falls like concrete beams

Distances widen, lives collide

Sadness often doesn’t get a place to hide

Everyone goes away, every person leaves

For the unknown, to see what Destiny weaves

Ideals are shattered, fate turn bleak

All before you get a chance to speak

Child leaves home in search of a new life

Relationships crumble in times of strife

Lives turn haywire, prudence spins out of control

As the Maker observes all through Fate’s keyhole

Separation is the name of this odd game

Which brings both fame and shame

Lefts and rights are traversed by “splitting” pain

Like a sullen river meandering through a plain

None can escape Life’s unending lawlessness

And the manifestation of our roots’ restlessness

Some dreams will meet, others will separate

On this basis will weird Earth operate

The Warrior

This poem is dedicated to the Indian security forces, who toil day and night, so that we may sleep in peace.

When the light is afar, and darkness near

The human mind is not averse to fear

The clouds of terror block out the safe sky

And roar ominously with an evil eye

There is a heavy rain of guns and bombs

That leads to many premature tombs

Another round follows, and then another

Earth cringes in fear like no other

In such times, there emerges a ray of hope

The Warrior appears from nowhere to cope

With distressing stamina of devilish force

That threatens to run its full evil course

Wearing the cloak of cold, forced fortitude

The Warrior fights with kind, or in solitude

Against the demons his machine-guns roar

And the morale of the people tends to soar

Fighting brain with brain, and brawn with brawn

He gives the multitude the dream of a new dawn

His family fears for him, but cheers him to glory

While he slays the Satans and makes history

Strikes and counter-strikes come thick and fast

And the Warrior vows to take it to the last

While the devilish predators wait to pounce

He uses all his valour---yea, every ounce

At long last, the battle rages to a bloody end

Bodies lie strewn at every curvaceous bend

Many villains have been wiped out by this ignoble strife

But the Warrior has paid Victory’s price with his life

A nation slips into grief, the sobs are uncontrolled

But it should not fear---many more Warriors untold

Still slay the terror-clouds and wipe out distress

To guard our country, put it on the path to progress