The water mirror

Dark as blue
And of its transparent hue,
He sees a wading con;
A pawn
Unlike him
of ripples and stills
In it's jaded flow.

The blurred sketch
Of a frail man
On the canvas
Of clean waters
Thats mirroring
him otherwise.

The violent silence
He has breathed upon,
has slowly decayed
through his lungs
and now
it's merging back to silence.

Mirror images
are false he believed,
until the water mirror
echoed his deathly scar
as he washed his face.

Crawls as he
to wash the blemish,
Alas! it's shown him,
His true self.

Copyright © 5 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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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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Matchstick

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

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...

Copyright © 19 Nov 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
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Crucified...

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
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