Crystal Reflections -- Mirror to my poetic soul!!!

White Striped Pyjamas

2011-03-31T14:23:00.000-07:00

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

2011-03-22T12:35:00.000-07:00

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

2011-03-22T12:27:00.000-07:00

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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Matchstick

2011-02-17T12:33:00.000-08:00

I
talk of a Matchstick
that lent fire
to my candle.

It had a
fierce head
of gunpowder
with a slender tail
of ageing wood.

It pondered
all while
and wished
for a name.

It dreamt
all long
and desired
to taste fame.

And,
one fine day

I
came along
and set It
on flames
to light
my candle.

Wax dripped
as the candle blazed.
And, the Matchstick,
through It's Last Rites,
still burnt all in glow
for It's pride.

I
held It's ash
in bare hands
and smelled
It's sacrifice.

It had
brought light
to my world
and had
given life
to my candle.

It had held
It's head high
to burn in spurt
for a name,
and to douse out
with a sparkle
to taste the fame.

Copyright © 11 Oct 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Colors; A veil

2011-02-17T12:31:00.000-08:00

I of my
color, when
pared down
Would be
A blank negative,
Like a mirage
That flared
An Oasis
of barren sands.

Copyright © 18 July 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Pegs And Mugs

2011-02-17T12:28:00.000-08:00

Gabbled I,
In a grin with the mug.
Serve me a peg, nomore
As I swore not anymore...

Waiter at the Inn,
Rolled in a keg of Gin.
Gabbled I again,
Ye, You hairy pug,
Where's my mug?

Dressed in the red tee,
The white turky He
Swore and smirked in glee.
Sir, "Would you like it in shots?"
And I swinged my head, hearing it lots...

Come again,I said in rush.
In a habitual tone of a lush.
I swore again,
Serve me a peg, nomore
As my tongues sore
And I smelled more...

Drops made their way
Into my mug in spree.
And I gulped it,yee...

I was high and sloshed,
Eyes brimmed and dimmed.
I held the mug in hand.
And Surveyed a quick glance to find
A gorgeous lady in pink
With her eyes fixed on my drink.

I offered my drink
And Obliged she in wink
To dance and tink.
Humming and strumming
We did a Salsa and a Tango,
Oops! Like the numbered balls in Bingo,
There I Tripped and rolled.
And crashed at the bosom
Of the woman next to the pole.

Dead meat was I
With black and blue eyes.
Tie hanging by the neck.
Hairs dangling to the drums at deck.
Ears jarring to the whips of metal.
Garbs tattered and gibed in brittle.
Hands and legs feeling the lash of the kettle,
I groped for my table to settle.

Gabbled again I,
In a fret with the mug.
Serve me a peg, nomore
As I swore not anymore...

Copyright © 17 April 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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If I were...

2011-02-17T12:25:00.000-08:00

If I were to be a Teacher
I could skip homework
And play with the cane.

If I were to be a Doctor
I could scribble
And accept fat paychecks.

If I were to be a Banker
I didn't have to learn science
To make money.

If I were to be a Lawyer
I could always lie
And get away.

If I were to be an Architect
I would have drawn
My luxuries with
Pencil,paper and scale.

If I were to be a Bartender
I needn't pay for
The silly drink.

If I were to be an Archeologist
I would have been rich
Digging up my past.

If I were to be an Engineer
I would have turned
Math into material
And material into Money.

But I'm a Poet.
I write,write and write,
Until I feel
The pulse of thoughts.

God am I displaced?

Copyright © 14 July 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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I heard the God laugh

2010-08-09T11:46:00.000-07:00

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

2010-08-09T11:39:00.000-07:00

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

2010-08-02T12:32:00.000-07:00

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

2010-08-02T12:26:00.000-07:00

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

2010-08-02T12:21:00.000-07:00

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

2010-07-26T14:04:00.000-07:00

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 ...

2010-06-14T13:47:00.000-07:00

"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...

2010-06-14T13:37:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-14T13:34:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-14T13:27:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-30T11:54:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-30T11:48:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-30T11:42:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-27T22:10:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:00

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

2010-05-27T09:25:00.000-07:00

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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Love Tease

2007-07-19T08:29:00.000-07:00

Drops of white rain,
Drips of green wine,
Caresses my eye-brow line.
I Run to thee
And you freeze in spree.
Are the drops you
Or I'm a drop of you?

Amber leaves,Green grass,
Gold evades the eye of brass.
The images beckon me,
Jingles of anklets remind me,
You are the one in my broken glass
Veil and immerse me lass.

The wings of my desires
Suffices in your flames.
The voice in blissful jive
Cedes in your waves of verve.
Hands frail
And the eyes on trail,
Searches thee
But you play and flee?

The tingling steps
And the soften tulips
Beads me in whims.
You embrace the scent of me
And I would talk to the bee.

Dreams don't end
And you never transcend.
Skies in crimson
And the stars in union
I envy.
Before you tease me,
Bury me in your echoing chimes
And etch me in those surreal times...

Copyright © 17 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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April Showers

2007-07-13T02:21:00.000-07:00

Sun bathed in apple red,
Clouds flavoured in vanilla,
The air smells of mischief
As the parched rain chimes.

O' the lovely blush
Of the cheeks.
O' the call of the summer
By its beloved spring.
O' the sands awaiting
To wet in rain.
O' thy scent of elixir
Palliating my senses.
O' thy droplets
Jazzing my lips.

I stand by the windowpane,
Gazing at,
Yellow primes flirting with bees.
Green leaflets making love.
Through the ridges,
Drops trickling
And palpitating
To cloy and coalesce
Into the mud.

The icy drops necked
And slithered me.
In awe of thy charm
I want to cede
In thy heavenly abode.

April showers,April Showers,
Come embrace me.
I waited for thy pour
To souse in your soul...

Copyright © 14 Apr 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Strums Of Silence

2007-07-01T12:55:00.000-07:00

Lips may stay silent,
But the silence lingers on,
As they turn into words
And speak to me.

In those melting tears,
Held in your eyes,
What will you melt?

With the aching heart,
Dipped in melancholy,
What will you rinse?

In the disguised smiles
And the playful winks,
What will you hide?

In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?

In numbness of void
Tied to the shackles of blame,
Will you bury those untrue lies?

On the walks of life,
When the reality bites
And the steps stumble,
Would you abandon
Those dreams in fear?

O' you mute soul
Even I'm a part of you.
Hear my mum words
And see those unturned gleams.

Copyright © 02 May 2008 , by Abhilash Hegde
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Down the memory lane...

2007-05-07T08:53:00.000-07:00

We met,
When the clouds weren't blue.
When eons flinched into seconds.
When distances knew no measure.
And When Sun shone like moon.

We spoke in signs
Exchanging a glance.

I dived into the aura of her eyes
To lose the depth of it.
And,She swam across it
Usurping all the seas of my gleams.

I dissolved in the hues of her smile
To paint myself.
And,She blinked her innocence
To ink my canvas.

I melted my emotions
In her silent dreams.
And,She veiled my yearning
Through strings of her heart.

I Wore the mystic fragrance of her's
To soak in my senses.
She swayed and frayed.
And the rose water still lingers on.

I wonder, was she an enigma
Or was I a timeless suitor?
Moments have faded
And memories have betrayed.
I lived my lifetime
In the blink of an eye.
Unsaid words
And Unspoken feelings
Are the only silent pillars
That speak of us.

Copyright © 08 Feb 2007 , by Abhilash Hegde
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Ah! Not Again...

2007-03-31T08:14:00.000-07:00

I sneak out with the house keys at 11'.
Folks asleep,
The Watchman's at the floor,
Doing his security rounds,
Blind Date at 12'
Ah! not again...

I zoom on my bike,
Engine chugs,brakes fail.
I Ram into the signal post,
Cops,bent bike and the fine.
Ah! not again...

I walk by the street,
To catch the bus,
Boots trip on the banana peel,
Bottoms bruised, hairs stung.
Ah! not again...

I hit the pub at 1'.
Look for my blind date,
There she goes
My aunt nearby.
Ah! not again...

I sit sober with the mug of beer,
Bladder feels heavy,
I run to pee,
Door's jammed and the Zip's stuck,
Ah! not again...

I wait by the taxi stand at 2'.
A rogue stares and the gay smiles,
One's behind with the gun,
The other, bent on my ass,
Ah! not again...

I reach my building at 3'.
Too tired to take the stairs,
I take the lift to the floor 10.
Electricity booms,
Stuck at 5th,
Folks gonna be up at 5'.
Ah! not again...

Copyright © 29 Nov 2006 , by Abhilash Hegde
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Boulevard Of Verses

2007-03-31T08:09:00.000-07:00


Cyst of ego
Cradled in Human mind,
Consumes humaneness...

Abode of knowledge
With Dearth of humility
Wraths the World...

Smear of Prudence
Flowered in Wisdom,
Nurtured With Patience
Makes a MAN...

The Divide

2007-03-31T08:06:00.000-07:00

The world hailed us with panache,
When the Golden Bird soared high.
Wings flapped with
Unity,Prosperity and Wealth.
And today, our heads hang in shame
As I see those seeds of divide
Still fuelled and unleashed...

I'm Ram and He is Rahim.
Aren't We the same humans
Who bred from a single cosmic boom?
Then why this prejudice?

I'm Saffron and He is Green.
When swords were drawn
And throats were slit.
There was one hue,Red
That inked our history...

I recite the holy Bhagwad gita
And He recites the holy Quraan.
When the verses of it we hymned,
Didn't it echo the voice of humanity?

I smelt the same as He did,
I'm casted in the same flesh as He is.
I breathe to live, so does He.
I quench my thirst with water
And so does he.
The mother Nature
Doesn't halve its love for us.
But we are fanatically bent to mark our boundaries.
Ah! What a irony it is...

Time has left its stabbing imprints,
And we have turned our back against it.
The eyes that cried
And the hearts that bled
Have dried in fears.
Come Let's incessantly sow the seeds of divide,
To spawn the tombs of animosity,
And the world will hail us with panache again...

..The Lost Child..

2007-02-24T12:20:00.000-08:00

Sweet memories of my childhood...
Brings tears to my eyes,
I still vividly remember,
The CHILD within me- calm and mild,
Endowed with a thoughtful and creative mind...
Innocent, but bold...
A heart full of zest and zeal,
Sensitive enough to feel,
I am startled to witness a Transformation,
A kind of degeneration,
The CHILD within me seems to be crumbling,
The event characterized by an ill feeling,
Eventually the signs of a malicious end,
Alas! I catch the glimpse of a helpless wrecked CHILD...

Copyright © 30 Sep 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved

|| The Holocaust ||

2007-02-24T12:06:00.000-08:00

Circa World War 2;
The race for Ace had begun.
Men Dictated their eccentric ideologies
And the States in frenzy,
Gunned for Supreme Power.

Circa August 6th,1945;
I opened my eyes
Feeling the fresh morning dew.
The Sun had barely risen up
From its Slumber.
It shyed away to open its eyes,
And turned Red.
The nature blushed in its eternal calm
And the Birds sung its paean.

The day began
With the mundane chores.
Men left for jobs,
Women ferried into household tasks,
And the children with flags of dreams
Left to school.

The clock ticked at 0815 hours
And the menacing jets hovered.
The colossal wind caught its speed,
The trees swayed amok,
The birds crossed each other.
And, BOOM!!!
The deadly Thud, silenced the World.

Heavens watched
As the Sun rose again.
The white blaze
Turned into a maddening fireball
Spitting its curse of orange.
The "Little Boy" merged
The Mankind unto Nature
And The Nature unto the blood grave.
The dead knew no time
And the maimed died with time.

I'm a Hibakusha -
Survivor of the Hiroshima Bombing.
And yet, this fad for the maddening reign
Prevails with the arm's race.

I lay here, consumed
With scars and burns,
With woes and memories,
With eyes and ears
And, With my immortal cries -

"The World became Hell
And, the Hell became World.
The Power became Peace
And, the Peace became Power.
The Man became God
And, the God became Man,
I became Death
And, the Death became Me...."

Copyright © 14 Feb 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved

Love Sting!!!

2007-02-02T23:30:00.000-08:00

Moon drops of glow,
She smelt of clove,
Wasps of night, shimmered and shone in dew,
As her Silky hair smothered and Drenched in misty hue...

Anklets twinkling,
Jingling And Blinking,
Wavy hip curls,
Dancing like pearls,
Eyes of nectar spraying,
Sprinkling,
Potion of love dripping,
Tingling,
And, the Pink lipped tulips cupped in embrace,
Embellished,adorned with a shy grimace...

Lilly's are afresh and blooming,
Violets are sensuous and glooming,
My cheeks go red and pink,
Ah! Did she wink?

Cupid with love arrow Darts,
Infringes and Flirts,
As the Bees titillate the petals,
As the Breeze tickle the Daffodils...

Love stings,
Emotions trickle,
Hearts sew,
Souls Bond,
As Reality hugs eternity...

!!..A Cup of Coffee..!!

2007-02-02T13:52:00.000-08:00

Scorching sun gave way to clouds of grey,
I stood by the coffee shop,With a hot cappuccino.
Sipping it languidly as the drops of coffee savoured my taste buds.
Thoughts meandered as the caffeine slicked my brain.
Bustling traffic, Insane Honks
And the parched smoke charring the lifeline.
Amidst this,
Life tried to weave a rosy picture painted with colors of this grave world....

My ears heard a utter,
My eyes saw a flutter.
I turned back as my heart heard a cry.
A woman thin and pale,
In her early 30's.
Ashed eyebrows, face smeared with leprosy marks.
Her Hair unwashed and unkempt to web her plight.
Every wrinkle on her face had a story to tell.
Tattered chunks of rugs draped her like the shattered folds.
Wore a blue knicker stained and greased with woes of life.
Her lean, thinned out legs anchored the burden of self.
Her senses in shambles, uttering in a dialect of her own,
Which none could decipher but only drew crowd's attention towards her dismay...

All was she barren and abandoned,
Life had tricked her like a game of cards.
She clasped her blue knicker like a woman with no dignity.
Seemed she was unclean with the menstrual blood dripping all over.
Rubbing those parts which owed her pain.
I couldn't imbibe or absorb the scene that the harsh world had afflicted her with.
My inner self quaked as if i was spilt between the reality and the illusion of life,
My nerves of emotions felt for her as the damned fate of hers gleamed in my
eyes...

A pungent stench emanated as she inched towards me.
Her eyes pitched intensely on the cup of coffee i held,
She strapped suddenly and assayed to snatch the cup of coffee.
I stepped back
And, felt awkward as the heartless people gazed with their prying eyes.
She screamed insanely as though the cup of coffee meant her all.
I wondered was i born to see this day?
I always cribbed incessantly about my life when it meted out disappointments.
And, here i was face to face,
To agnise that life had more to take away than to give...

I did my bit and bought her a cup of coffee.
And there, as she lay on the dust laden surface,
As though the life had mocked at her...
Squalling and Shrieking in anguish,
Collecting those empty cups of coffee...

To Live like a BABY Again...

2007-02-02T12:19:00.000-08:00

Nature clocking on the tick of spring,
I hear the cuckoo's sing,
Wind Chimes jingling,
Birds chirping,
Like never before...
And, I yawned in reverie to the folklore.
Mama tells me,
How i cry on her lap,
How i feather my hands like wings,
How i crouch my little fingers in her palms,
She taps me, burps me,
And,I hum my own nuances of innocence...
And, As I see
She took me to bed, brights those lamps
And, It Rays her love like turquoise of gems,
The shine of it gleaming in my eyes,
Blue, red and green,
The moments turn into a picturesque,
As I lay, I childishly wink,roll over the bed
Do a box punch as though i knew my skills then,
As mama sings a lullaby, I murmur to those tunes,
Slowly my eyes close, calmness gripping me
Like life of boon embracing this little life,
Those were the days,
Gone are those days,
And, it tempts
To live like a baby again...

Crucified...

2007-02-02T11:52:00.000-08:00

Oh! Christ,
I was marching with the torch of Truth,
Burning Bright,
Convincing the coterie.
And they shunned Me.
I was Crucified...

Oh! Christ,
I was wading in my dreams
Through the tunnel of Aspirations,
Eyeing the Zenith.
And the reality killed Me.
I was Crucified...

Oh! Christ,
I swooned over Women and Wine,
Fell prey to materialism,
To suffice the mortal desires.
And It eternally left Me.
I was crucified...

Oh! Christ,
I Broke the shackles of Me,
Burdened the humanity on my toes,
In quest of peace and soul.
And the history betrayed Me.
I was crucified...

Oh! Christ,
I know why thou Lord, You
And Me were Crucified.
I tread the Path My Heart said.
And thou Lord, You
Tread the Path the God Laid.
And the World Blinded It.
We were Crucified...

Copyright © 02 Feb 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved

Eyes Of Sin

2007-02-01T00:35:00.000-08:00

At the gore cemetery,
He stood,With the Eyes of sin,
And the Dagger that slit his wife,
Hands trembled, palms sweated,
Conscience marred and the soul grieved,
As the Drops of blood,
Dripped Like saline tears
And, Coalesced into a blood splash on the grey earth...

Reminiscences of the day
Moved before his eye,
In the morning, Before he left to his business trip
He kissed her forehead to bid adieu,
And said, "You are my life and I owe it to you..."
She had smiled And said,
"World to me is you
And, I shall long for you
till every ounce of me remains in you..."

In the wake of the half moon night,
He returned home all sudden,
To find his wife sell her soul to another man,
His life draped naked and traded to desires,
His feelings disowned and stripped to mock,
He died a death in the hands of his own love...
And wondered,
How hollow were her words...?

Thoughts threaded like intertwined creepers,
One after other, endlessly gripping him,
Emotions grew like storm and washed him in tears,
He questioned thy self,
Why did she betray me?
Why did she blindfold herself to my unconditional love?
Why did she give into the lust of another man?

As he dug her grave,
Flashes of memory haunted him,
The day when he kissed her first,
At the wedding solemn,
Those words in his ears echoed,
"Thou shall be my earnest wife,
my sole companion till the eternity sighs..."
And there he lay today
To bury his beloved wife
Down into the chasm of timeless sands...

As the light of the day shimmered the sky in crimson,
Dawn arose but too late,
He lay on the epitaph of his tainted love,
And engraved it with smears of his blood,
"Our eyes met for eternity to love,
To paint it with my empty dreams,
I lay here with my slit veins,
To sour you into our eyes of sin..."

Copyright © 15 Dec 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved