Reign of evil

The grossness does seem an envious high
to command the hearts of mortal beings
the heart so untouched simple and shy
to kill condemn and deceit to bring

for the seeds of such great vile
with so sweet words are sown
woe, to the times of such guile
as uncertain even are the known

and defenses are and yet are not
slacked intentionally as to forfeit
the battle for good, no longer sought
a dead flame,no longer lit

yes, absorb it does a soul a time
into damnation and pain eternally
faith and prayer,this day's crime
oh! lost we are so fully

ruin, destruction in final this such
shall be the aim so solemn of it
and chop of the last enduring crutch
then supreme to gleam and sit

My son.......

those tear drops that shed and pain she bore
to bring me forth unto this earth
and sadness endured so i could joy so more
for never was her love, her love in dearth

even as my little self would tread and fall
that guiding hand kept pushing me on
run she said, "till yours is all!"
oh those days now away and gone

and stern she was when instruction gave
as morals to me she wisely taught
"be polite", "do no wrong behave"
words i seek yet hear not

and days swept by from boy to younger man
the mellow voice of kindness, always beside
in victory or failure an assurance that i can
there was my mother with my every stride


never once expecting never one complaint
epitome of a parent she was to be
her patience so never with taint
my mother my mother, i yearn to see

a father now in self son you i hold
in love and care that you shall live
and to you words my mother told
son to you my life i give!!

Victory of hope

The silence of the end looms over plain
Their swords are down and their cause is vain
As dead they are splattered with blood on ground
They fought with valor but victory have not found

The flags lay torn and desecrated in shame
The flags they fought for in their king’s name
On that field they lay just one more
With their souls up at the judgments door

And as blood of friend and enemy together flow
The battle is lost as other trumpets blow
A cause they had now stubbed in to silence
A broken motive to horrendous violence


The old men of their creed search tirelessly
For their sons to take to a grieving family
And as more weep to the setting sun
For it is indeed already done

Then among the still,

On feeblest of voices a cry came out
The battles gone yet crave you shan't rout
My brothers dead but not my hope
Though in pain my sword I grope

The winds are calm, the lights is dimming
Legions of the north, your doom is nearing
By the sword of my father, here lay
I swear revenge in blood this day

Victory is mine I dare to declare
Even as pain of death in me I bare
My vision fades, my senses gone
And I die this end of day
Yet a victory of hope in me is born

The common woe

When wonders are your eyes sight
And costly meats your tastes delight
When lush green meets your daily stroll
And the sweet aromas that fill your soul

When your word assumes total command
And all bow when your presence stand
When pain and agony is but fantasy
And pleasures of life every days reality

When justice is what your mind judge
And glory beside you does trudge
When satisfaction fills within you
As your army swears solemn to

Then know a king you are
The one they call the morning star
And know in all possible royalty
There is who bear enmity

Know that as serene as it is now
Amount can turn it violently down
Know that we are turned to hatred
And that our wrath you shall dread

The king you are that failed to heed
The king so encompassed in your own greed
Its time we declare change is order
Its time oh noble we showed our power

-- The common

A lost life

It was a day of a stormy life
So lonely and emotion filled
That my soul seered in eternal strife
To what of me is worth to build

For it is me a failure I stand
Lost in this place of earth
Alone with none by my hand
I tread with confidence in dearth

So then a question in me did ask
Of what sin was this condemnation?
To be denied the gift of task
And to live in continuous desperation

An answer for I looked in my past
Yet in its white was no crimson red
Alas, those joyous days didn’t last
Now as impaired, I wait to be lead

In me though was a dying flame
A desire to become that lingered deep
Yet nothing now was to my name
And so a desire it remained to keep

Then fear held on to me tight
For my life hung on by a single hook
There was no help in that endless night
Solace in the heavens I look

And so I gazed up and cried,
Father in turmoil forsake me not
A promise you made so abide
Your love oh one I sought

To you then a voice commanded
A world I have carefully made
Never in time shall I leave you
Nor my love ever fade

My son a conqueror you are
Go be, for I am with you
Even in sadness know I am not far
All it takes is an effort to do

Then a suddenly as before all come to silence
But a seed was sown in my aching soul
A seed that would grow in holy guidance
And a seed that would again make me whole

Now as I look back, I realize
It was a long time ago, that day
And a sorrowful cries all it cost
That my life had changed its way
And what I was, was A LIFE I LOST

The broken half

Meaningless chatter for endless pain,
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy

For the falsehood of a woman’s word
And the trial of an aching soul
Pierced through with a burning sword
As I stumble in life as a new born foal

And born in care with a lesson of fortitude
Yet to forsake it all in attraction
A wretched heart that swayed by mood
Love now called damnation

And as simple as emotions were trampled
In the path of many a players
What took years of sweat to build
Now left to them as offering prayers

For why so weak and fragile has become
That manly sway and pride
Before their piercing eyes so cold and numb
What years with which I bide

The better half of ones own being
Never before in sighting such hate
But "better" there for a meaning
Yet it is now too late

The pharoahs plight

The power unseen rests within me

I command with authority from above

For your majesty now fails to see

That freedom is destined to us now

Warned yet you pay not heed

To me, a servant of the one almighty

And in consequence, if we not freed

Shall be seven plagues of stark reality

For your denial shall surely generate

The fall of a great rich empire

Dread the wrath of my lord’s hate

The creator that speaks in fire

Let my people go I shout again

As desolation lay stationed near

Treat my words not with disdain

But stay in awe and fear

And as verily as the sun shall rise

Prepare for imminent destruction

For sadness shall befall your eyes

Truth it is no false assumption

I depart one man, my age is spent

Yet by me my lord abides

And his presence called omnipotent

God, his own people Israel guides

Lady love

just one kiss love to say goodbye
my dear to leave me as so
a woeful heart that heaves a sigh
to have to see you go

that my hand it does try to do
to clutch yours once a last
a heart so wishing it could be true
reminscnig such beautiful a past

to know your heart another is
it grieves this soul so more
but this love is what it gives
and pain it chose and bore

and my shoulder you have no more
so weep not my lady whatever
even at what life has kept in store
smile my heart's beat forever

and though a tougher road lies
stride on with your head high
and if no one to hold you tries
i will, love but don't ever cry

final farewells, and great regret
that you were not mine to be
and all i will hope to ever get
is one last moment for me.

The NRI of a lesser god

The Good ol’ United States lured a lot of qualified Indian brains over the decades, and showed those wealth starved beings green bills with figures of 100 translating to thousands of our own money. This inspired more young minds, of the coming generations to sell their brains for a dollar instead of a rupee. Many years have past from that advent, and now I can safely say that almost everyone I know has someone or the other in the United States.
Every student has it in them (however they may deny it, and put on an act of national pride) to land up in the America of their dreams. The very epitome of success these days is related to making it big in America; mind it not anywhere else in the world.
It is when the word “America” stirs up so much awe to the average “born and brought up in India”, that an NRI is as good as a man can get.

This NRI is like that one time opportunity that people spring upon , following the evil little voices inside that say, “get some money”, “ get him to take you there” or sometimes “ your daughter stupid, get them married” The NRI apart, America is truly a country worth respecting, their governance and systems are perhaps the best in the world. Where they stand today is through the tireless effort of 200 years of independence.
But what is sickening is how we as a sovereign nation worship it for the success that we too should have achieved if it was not for our lethargy.

It’s irritating when people try to be “all American”, because they they’ve gone to the land of beer and chocolates (in comparison to the land of milk and honey!!!!!)Once, or even worse because they know some one that is there, and therefore are justified in pronouncing god as “gad”
About accents in this age of modern India, the American accent is the cool one, no not the British although they are the actual English but the American one filled with it’s gonna’s and wanna’s
The chocolates from or rather bought in America are the F****** best as some one I know told me, when I asked why he replied, “coz they re from America duh!!!!” making sure all appropriate slang words were used. Yet in all his knowledge the guy couldn’t read “made in Switzerland” or Swiss chocolate on the cover.

All that’s just the tip of the ice berg, what is really vexing is when abroad only means America, bringing me to what I intend to truly convey. For I and a class of so many NRI s are in the eyes of so many RI’s, people of a lesser god.
When we are asked where we come from our answers range from Saudi Arabia to Seychelles and to places never heard off and the only response we get is an “ is that in America?” when a no graces our mouths its an instantaneous “oh fine then” that graces theirs. We are a discriminated lot, looked down upon only because our residence isn’t the promised land of the Indian working class.

Our residences may not be countries of ultimate technology, yet they are beautiful and different in their own, our exposure to world culture is as sophisticated as any indo American, and they pay we receive is justification of our search for greener pastures in a land far away from home.
We need to be treated as our American fellow, or at least not disregarded in the light of his highness,

It is a cry for recognition, trivial though it may seem, its solution is one with bringing broad mindedness into a society as this. If we are to evolve into a country that other countries respect, we must learn to respect it ourselves.

In the spirit of a true Indian (resident or not)

Jai Hind.

Ps- Africa is not one country!!!!!

The Final night

A sudden bout of sadness falls upon

Where it is from whence it came

And temporary bliss that is gone

The earth it is just all the same

For why a man to live in fear

Of that an inevitable thing

As the cold pain of wait does seer

An approach and ruin they bring

The angels of death on steeds of white

Their crowns the red as human blood

And mouths the song of victims plights

Their step filled in otherworldly mud

Their caress as harsh as a thorn entwine

And some soft as a lovers touch

The difference is of influence benign

In fate of a soul dreading such

Bereaved of form the angels loom

Yet gaining in hold and might

Their words the tales of impending doom

That whisper in the cold dark night

And In finality to loose and surrender

Life, the glowing light in darkness cast

To a divine plan and a hope of splendor

Where mere pain and sadness lay surpassed

The Dope heads

The long hair some flowing some entangled up

Some tied, in a tail some still in a dump

Like beauty from behind yet covered in beard

To many a fraternity they were truly feared

Like Sufis and saints they would strut

Defiance displayed with too much gut

Not my world to care they would sing

When many a problems to them would bring

Burning away among their finger life was truly high

When awaked from the midst of sleep could hear a sigh

Then again for companionship lit a glowing red

Nay won’t they rise from that distressed bed?

And when challenged by life a time and again

All in a days puff they would mutter

This to all men aged 'twas dismay utter

So their fate painfully to their grave they shall go

But never do they care and question so?

Though sadly as always, that day is life’s race

When men shall depart from here within

And so they shall leave this fateful place

For in remembrance shall remark many "continually high”

Then from deep with in the tomb shall whisper

“Live to dope and dope to die"