Lashings

I lash myself.
Each day solve
A new mystery;
A new pain
Behind destiny-
A sheath
That hides:I err
Like a maa’s dupatta
It wipes all I deter
Yet I pin it
With medals
Of my lost battles
Resting my head
In the ground
My flag making my bed
Instead of covering
My treacherous body
I m a soldier
Not fair to the lair
Ground may declare
One day
Spewing me clear
A chance oh!if it gets
I have killed him
Him within me
With my voice.
Calling shots to flee
What loyalty calls for
I hide in weak gunfire
Echoing due to proximity
Insistence of my ingenuity
In betraying the cage
That hosts its image
Morphing my being
Into what I m fleeing.

Lashings

 

I lash myself.
Each day solve
A new mystery;
A new pain
Behind destiny-
A sheath
That hides:I err
Like a maa’s dupatta
It wipes all I deter
Yet I pin it
With medals
Of my lost battles
Resting my head
In the ground
My flag making my bed
Instead of covering
My treacherous body
I m a soldier
Not fair to the lair
Ground may declare
One day
Spewing me clear
A chance oh!if it gets
I have killed him
Him within me
With my voice.
Calling shots to flee
What loyalty calls for
I hide in weak gunfire
Echoing due to proximity
Insistence of my ingenuity
In betraying the cage
That hosts its image
Morphing my being
Into what I m fleeing.

Poems..

I have a knack for poems
But words can fail to be loam
For saplings of feelings
That bear long lost leaflings
Of joy, desire, peace:wondering
If I drove them away–
Or you who didn’t stay:
So I sift through each day.
I have a knack for poems
Making my heartstrings strum
Each time receding into shadows
That haunt my self-more hollow
It all seems: i reap and I sow;
Asking for more and more
Yet feelings are meant to lure;
Charmingly destroying the cure.
I have a knack for poems
Poems that haunt my being.
I have a knack for poems
Poems that show unseen.
I have a knack for poems
Poems that slip words-
Leaving me still unsure.

Let’s…not

Let’s sit and talk

Over a bowl of cereals

And make decisions

That impact millions

Let’s sit and talk

In expensive suits and walk

Pretending to be saviours

Yet in truth launching careers

Let’s sit and debate

Over Syrian State’s fate

Talk of Daesh, launch on children bomb raids

Bearing medals of a Crusade

Let’s sit and condemn violence

Deem them to humanity an offense

Vote in your ‘power houses’

And sign deaths of innocent

Who then is violent?

You or ‘them’ or the innocent.