The Island

I am an island on the stretch
Unlike those of the green and 
those others with pines on it.

I have grave darkness and
silence like demise.

I have those zones to vacuum 
those bonds and ties that drag me along.

The solitude to empty the thoughts,
of all moments that broke my heart.

Not much of them to word it all 
for world to see and feel the same.

Those moments get tagged by words.
Ego, anger, jealousy and pride.

Sometimes it feels worsen than 
but closer to death parted from 
those other physical worlds. 

The thoughts of eternals spring out 
those times; detaching from dramas around.

Its hard, but not easy as seemed.
holding a smile and pretending as fine, 

No; there can't be a single strong love.
That copes with this pace of mine.

It feels good to pour out tears ;
Or scream out loud.

Yes, that is madness as sometimes its called; 
How could I not, when
I was messed and broken and torn apart.
Of attacks in silence.
When no world heard.

I reflect what I once took into me;
As victim at undesirable instances.

This burst is what I could deliver;
While I see a shore that seems to be near.
A beautiful shore; but a lonely island.

An Ode to Womenhood

Toasting to all good men in my life
On this women's day;
Who have been there;
When we lost faith in humanity.
For being there;
To reassure, we are not just objects.
For being there;
To bring back that smile again.
For being there;
As a more protective shield.
For being there;
To pamper and care when broken.
For being there;
To celebrate my small happiness.
For being there;
To wipe off my tears when we cried bad.
For being there;
To prove there requires more good men
For us to feel safe in this world.
And
Thanking all those wonderful women
Who set those morale so high.
For showing us how to fly,
When the wings were broken.
For showing the way rightful,
When stuck upon darkness.
For showing us how to smile,
Amidst those painful hurts.
For showing us how to stride,
Those hard tides and storms.
And
Adorning that wonderful Spirit,
Which created that souls in two.
To unite in grace to prove
That neither wins if not.
-FSM

Wonderful programming

The flowing rivers and the falling rains
Erupting volcanoes and the waving oceans
The rising Sun and the unveiling Moon

The sequences in control; programmed by Who?
Not the brain work
that compares those gains upon losses;
pains upon smiles, hurts upon cares.
All those man makes have this imbalance
Weighing profits on loss
To love of money, materials
Power and Controls.

My home.0

You think you really want a flight booked for a trip
Travel with me through my villages;
Its a big world to know.
The Twelve rupee ticket and an open eye is all you need.
As excited as to travel across the seas.
On a Sunday morning journey;
Come stride through my villages;
The beauty around me, makes me insane.
The sight and the touch of the
yellow flowers that showers around me.

Along the hilly and wavy roads.

Those green rubber trees garlanding those slopes

Those jack fruits hanging low and high

Those mango flowers;

These concreted houses like big brothers standing high
And also those small asbestos sheets; standing low


Besides like a little sister.
Those jungle flames smiling in oranges; reds and yellows.

And few other colors brightly in purple;pinks and blues;
For which am shameful that I am ignorant of knowing them by names.
This is my small, beautiful world.
The world I belong.
Names of places I do not know;
That church standing high and its angels;

This temple standing wide and its smells and chants;

The mosques in between, all belongs to me;

And I belong to them.
I feel the clear sky.
The warmth of the Sun.
The hear the flying crows and singing cuckoos.

The tapioca fields; the banana plantations.


And this motherhood sitting next to me
Carefully deporting me while I sit relaxed.
In that blue and white lovely bus of this sweet
God's own country.

Rebirth

"If I were a ButterfLY; the unknown Phoenix

Each day I get to Born Again

With a different color and shade

You see me on way, but alas,

your skills never great to pick upon me.

I fell so soft on my primeval birth

Your might saw me as a Dew drop.

I beamed on the amuse it leased.

As a worm on the Second


I smiled on how eerie you went

Moved on to show my being in life;

Aghast! you stood pity my looks on the day.

Count on my looks. yet wait for a day!

Ah, there I stood hanging around

Lazed; and loathing to shy away robes


I lay my coy beneath the garb.

To shine on your face.

Beauty and bloom; to glare and share.

I feel the suspect in the sparkle on eye.

What I were inside you never knew.

Judged by the past walked beneath few.

I take my veil; to uphold the truth.

Faith is what I carry on me.


I see the surprise beholding you.

Now take away hands adorning me.

Just feeble and soft I was made to be.

Make your eyes happy; and feed your soul wise.

Oh! do not try the wings, I cried.

Its color, its dust; you bawled to the world.

With the cripple and sneer.

Now, pay for the deeds; what sowed away leads.

Sworn that I am gone, as ashes in hands.

You stood upon stealth.

Impalpable; Wings Raised Again.

Smashed once the ruthless hands;

merciless fingers and the fragile less looks

Yes, you never knew I were to have born again another day."


iTs WonderFully goNNA be An Year of Change.... 
I have decided to change, the things and thoughts that had been self destructing me.
I am taking love into me.
To travel back in time, with myself. The real me. I have DeciDED to BE mYselF....Living the life to the fullest.
My scribbling, now born again & thanks to that sun shine, the warmth that gave me this rebirth.