White Striped Pyjamas

Sticky with sweat
all around this life.

White striped pyjamas
my only solace.

They are loose
comfortable and easy
to wear.

Can tighten them
around the waist,
and slip into them
in a haste.

It has a drawstring,
feels like a tight rope of hope
yet slippery
and may choke.

It keeps life simple.
Devoid of creases
if well kept
and it may itch
when not washed.

I keep them safe
down my wardrobe,
when in need
I look at them
and heed.

I hate to borrow
or lend my pair of pyjamas.

Bed time, lifetime
Be it anytime
you need a pair of these
to remind you of ease.

Copyright © 01 Apr 2011, by Abhilash Hegde
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An ode to her

In the echoes
of her silvery chiseled anklets
I heard the sweet silence
speak a thousand words.

In the deep red glow
of her little velvety cupped lips
I knelt down to take a dip
in its sea of undying shyness.

In the arresting stings
of her flaming golden eyes
I saw the heavens rise
in frenzy flares to touch her feet.

In the shivering chills
of her mellowing creamy skin
I sensed the jarring heaviness
take me over unto a bliss.

Copyright © 06 Nov 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Shreds

The barren winds
blow across
my healed scars,
tying a knot
of unbearable sighs.

The fleeting questions
that I hide
in my bare bosom
lynches me
in veins of pain.

Do You hear me, O' Lord?

The frail life
that defeats the barriers
through silent struggles
have lost the strength
and the words have dried
in your prayers.

I'm a past of You
with a beacon
of ensnared prophecies.

Do You heed them, O' Lord?

The wheels of time
sewed up the ailing moans,
but the soul immersed
in piousness
died at the mercy
of penance.

I ask,
Why doth You
turn a blind eye
when I need thy
vision to see the Sun.

I'm a gossamer
glossed in your schemes,
Now torn up into
sheer shreds, sheer shreds...

Copyright © 18 Aug 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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