I heard the God laugh

Now
that
you have
got rid of
some worries,
Why don't you
add a few more
to feel worried again?

No,
I'm afraid
if I would find
Some worthwhile worries.

Aint you worry
on that son,
you 'll find them
whenever you want to.

If that's
what you say God,
I can wear a smile
and not worry.

But son,
if the worry
fails to
find you eventually
then don't
wear a frown
and worry again.

I wondered
if I hadn't
worried all this while
on this worthlessly
I would have
got rid of
my Other worries
at least.

Pat,
came His laughter;
I heard the God laugh.

Copyright © 09 Oct 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Pendulum and me

O' God
Why did
the pendulum
mock at me?
Doesnt it swing
under the gravity
like I do
under a woman?
Doesnt it have
a heavy
inverse head
unlike I do?
Or may be
it mocks,
as I have
two eyes,ears
and a nose
with a
straight wise head
to imitate it
flawlessly
and blindly.

Copyright © 01 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Otherwise, it's all very wise

I long perspire,
with an unending desire,
to be a millionaire
with all the pomp and fanfare.

But, isn't it filthy
just getting old and wealthy?

I have a fad to dress fashionable,
low waist jeans of all brand label,
mufflers around the neck
costing a hefty cheque.

But, aren't these external charms
like needless traffic jams?

I love to court a pretty girl,
take her around,
two of us, on a merry-go-round,
with chocolates and flowers
for the love of ours.

But, will we grow older
together,
forever and ever
or never?

On a lighter note,
shamelessly here I quote;

I swear every morning after
to see the sun early,
jog merrily,
and follow it regularly.
Exercising the legs,
bending the backs,
somehow, this idea drags.

I have a yearning to cook,
by hook or crook,
or all by the book.
Thus far, kitchen has been a place
with often eggs on my face.

I religiously plan the night before
to clean the room and wipe the floor,
only I think more and more,
ending up enjoying a long snore.

Thus, I opine
Otherwise, it's all very wise.

Copyright © 02 Aug 2010, by Abhilash Hegde
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Apple crunch

Red ballooned
Of youth;
Grown a bit thick
And of desires.

Of my wet and
snobbish carmine eyes,
I lure to be tasted.

The sharp
shark tooth,
seethes
a goading bite;
In my ruins
I'm salvaged.

I feel now an Apple,
More an Apple
with that crunch,
which made me alive.

Copyright © 08 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Knocking at heavens door

Come talk to me,
I'm in search
Of those words.

Come hold me,
I'm falling
Beneath myself.

Come walk besides me
I'm in lurch
For a direction.

Come embrace me,
I need the warmth
Of those chilling days.

Come know me,
I can't live
Of a name unknown.

If not,

Come take me,
I'm knocking
At heavens door.

Copyright © 26 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Hopelessly in love

Don't you
play
the silent
alibi,

a belief
so false,
yet intense
to seem true.

I'm aware
that I was
in search
of the
Fool's Gold.

Yet,

I'm a man
gone astray
to be
hopelessly
in love.

Copyright © 27 Jul 2010, by Abhilash Hegde
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Times, I reflect upon ...

"Hold me,
I'm too little
to free my arms
and fly past the raining skies",
she whispered in a mooned smile,
when I first held her.

The eyelids folded
as she saw the light of the day,
the bright morning rays
caressed her hazel eyes,
as she took a nap in my lap.

"Walk besides me,
I'm too little
to fall on my knees
and run past the wild world",
she hummed with a glint at me,
when I first read her.

The soft cupped toes
touched the burning earth,
as her little pink fingers
clutched my cold wrist,
when she took her first steps.

"Lets play
Hide and seek,
Cop and the thief, brother",
she stammered in a hustling tone,
when I first heard her.

We wetted ourselves in chilling rain,
ran around the hearth in winter,
waited to play with the butterflies
and smelled the scent of flowers in the spring.

Its been endless days,
seasons and years gone by,
and she's grown big to teach me things.
As I ride on the waves of times,
those little moments
in an unwitting pleasant way
numbs my eyes in joy.

Copyright © 21 Apr 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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Tonight,call me your Dame...

It's been ages of silence
I have slept upon.

Remember me?

The rose that smiled at you.
The sparkling tiny star
That winked at you.
The crescent moon
That hung in your wait.
The cuckoo
That voiced sweet melodies.
The sea breeze
That brushed your brows.
The blue skies
That mirrored you
In my Angelic eyes.

How would you recollect?

You wore me
In the scent of Cinnamomums.
You walked past me
Amdist the lovely violets.
You touched me
Of my satin fur silk.
And you held me
In the dark clad nights.

Look at me,
I'm dressed in flakes of snow.
Ear rings strewn of yearns,
Thin Black hair
Doused of cloves,
The beads of silvery pines
That lay studded
In the white gown of clouds.

Did you notice?

I know,You failed to.

In my weariness of you,
I long for an eternal wish;
Tonight,Call me your Dame...

Copyright © 15 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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An epitaph

Don't wet your tears
for I'm still breathing
down your ears.
The lemonade
I drank for years
has turned
sourer and sourer
just like the
blood that turned
a clot
when it kissed
the foul air amidst the dust.
Do Cry over
the tomb with
no red roses
but with a heart
of taste and
a soul of memories.
I'm watching you
even when
I'm down here silent
with pale eyes
and a wish
to be that tear
which would
roll on your
cheeks like pearls.

Copyright © 22 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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The Haircut and the shave

I wore long hair
Sporting a rugged beard.
Hesitant was I
To get rid of my possessions.

They grew longer
By the day
And formed curls.
Just the way
Our mind refuses
And intertwines
When they aren't
Pruned of stagnancy.

Window panes,
Through them I see,
The Mammoth structure
Being built aesthetically
Of marbles,cement and glass.
The land was once,
Home to long grown
Stubborn weeds,
Smooth,Untrimmed grasses.
They spoke a familiar
Language;
The tales of
Nights,days,air and blues.

And now
I can't read;
Essays of Stone heights.
I wondered
Did The land
smelled fine now?

I heard a call;
The land
That once enjoyed
Wild pastures.

"I also wore
Those old and torn delights.
Now I dream of change.
Was I bolshy of my possessions
I Would Still
Have been a mirage
Of unknown glories."

I walked down the door,
Down to the barber;
The Haircut and the Shave.

Copyright © 10 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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The little ice candy

Quick feet
That knew no steps
learned to walk,
sometimes
down on the knees,
sometimes stumbling
in a miss.

Amidst the toy cars
I tried to drive
my fantasy's
on the slippery
wet floor.

Loved the taste
of chocolate
that would
taste my
pink unripe lips.

Hated the smell
of the milk
that I would gulp
down my throat
in a frenzy hurry.

Played with marbles
and what not.
Dirtied myself
in mud all day,
no worries to wash
and all I knew was
to throw up my hands
in air,
to fly in the sky
and kiss the earth
back again.

And now,
my eyes are sore
and numb in tears,
Can I get
my little ice candy back?

Copyright © 29 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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In awe of her

The rose melted lips
of hers
hugged in rosiness
to conceal their words
just like the lilys
that blushed in treacly cense
when the bees kissed them.

The quivering eyelashes
of hers
fluttered in naughtiness
to sometimes blink
and to sometimes wink
just like the innocence
in my eyes
that surrendered
unto a heavenly uneasiness
to hide from their seething arrows.

The jet black strands of hair
of hers
wore the scent
of the blossoming jasmine
to touch the soft skin
beneath my ears,
just like the waves
of silken touch
and of raging love
that furiously galloped
lashing at my heart shore.

The satin fur skin
of hers
tasted me sublime
and embraced me
in the eternal warmth,
just like the crescent hung moon
that awaited to be
adored and relished
to bring its pristine soul alive
to make love
forever and forever...

Copyright © 30 Oct 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Resonance

The cerise eyed sun
peeped through the high rise sky,
lighting the chilling dawn
in an aura of majestic colors.

The Sunflowers came alive
with golden dimples,
greeting the daybreak
with morning yawns and
effervescent smiles.

The lazy dew drops
one by one
dribbled along the grass blades
until they seeped
down the belly of earth.

The singing sparrows
swarmed across the skyline
in vibrant verves,
chirping a note
of million words.

The winds from far away
ran amok in mirth
as the rain
and the weathercock
got to play.

Copyright © 04 Sep 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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O' Summer Rain

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In your blue garbs,
Adorned with snowy clouds,
The White Rain gushes;
Weaving scarlet beads
To garland the blossomed love.

In which shells of flights,
Would the pearl open its wings?
In which eyes of doe,
Would the spectacle unfold?
In which seas of emotions,
Would my life set sail?
In which drops of thee,
Would I surrender?

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

The treacly scent of first pour,
Fondles and kisses the earth's fore.
Which drop of thee,
Gave life to that seed?
Which drop of thee,
Bred that mead?
Which glint of she,
I owe?
Which touch of she
I trove?

I see her navel jewelled in sky
Chassing amidst the angels in pry.
Her footsteps on the silent move,
Imprinted my heart in vibes and shove.
She stood there with a palette,
Splashing colors of Rainbow.
My eyes mesmerize, I bow.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In the cense of her
I live my breath.
In the spell of her
I conquer my death.
With Thy misty breeze
O' summer rain, I have fell prey to she.

The trees,birds and peaches
Drenched in your drops
Seek in quest for their mates.
In the moonbeams and night,
In the sunshines and light,
My heart has set its pilgrimage
Towards the land of she.
My soul would rest in peace
In the love shrine of she.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

Copyright © 25 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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One,Two,Three

One,two,three
I smiled in glee.
Blind folded eyes,
Crispy skies.
Hid she in the winds,
And, I waited with wings.

Four,five,six
I broke the jinx.
I held her in trance,
And, She fretted in glance.
Winked she,
And winked I.
I bet,
The sun set
Shyed away
As the moons met.

Seven,eight,nine
I fell for her in pine.
The moment freezed,
The gleams teased.
Strawberry red blush,
Fresh lime gush.
Her rose lined lips
Enticed me in trips.
She smelled wine,
And I slept fine.

And, the count Ten.
Ah, Ouch,
Fell Out of my slumber Den.

Copyright © 14 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Tears

They trickled
one by one
incessantly
to fill
the abyss of pain.

I watched them
eye to eye
in hollow numbness
to fill
the empty pots
of self.

The saline drops
strayed
on my notepad
and the ink
ceased to
form letters.

The nib of
my life
dried in
the ink blots
of white paper,
not knowing
if ever,
it could pen again...

Copyright © 23 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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