The curse of the mocking bird.

Childhood:
On a full moon night,
I heard a foolish bird
reign in song,thinking
it to be dawn.
I laughed at its foolishness.

Adolescence:
On a star rich night.
I heard her song.
Calling it love
i followed.

Youth,
A starless moonless night.
Alone in bed and in tears,
I sob.
And the foolish bird
mocked.

Moral:
Never mock a mocking bird.

The Peacock's Dance

Soaked in rain
A peacock
danced and danced
to seduce
an ugly pea hen-
In hopeless vain.

Little did it know,
that the
king of its feathers,
the spindle of its sex appeal;
Was rotting,
between the pages
of my life science
notebook.

Come and Consummate

As the venom is the antidote
For a vipers sting,
Come love, and explore my being.
Give me both love and love-bites.

Twist, crawl and climb
Through the bareness
I’ve left unfastened.

Swallow me whole
My body, soul and soul-lessness

Sting at my wounds
Tear of the tendons, the muscles
And gnaw my bones.

Hold me captive,
Captivated in the sweetness
Your pain derives

Your Fragrance

I want to be that piece of incense,
Burning, Burning ……
For you each morn.

And dear, when you set me afire
Do it without regrets.
May I sublimate, content,
To have been your scent
Atleast that once.

The Prodigal Son

forgive me,
for being the burden in your womb
and for the stretch marks around your navel.

For being the snake that sucked you dry,
The labor pains , that lay futile.
I was the prodigal son
When siblings rose high.

Pardon me, mother

I never forgave you
For shattering the silence of the womb

Heart Burns

Burns, heart burns
a heart that burns
and there’s the coal of love
from which it burns.

Fan the kiln,
the flames must rise,
in the warmth of your fire
death does lie.

Confused, bewildered
In remorse, I lie.
Blood, red blood,
All around I spy.

In search of love
Did death, I find?
Or craving for death,
In love , my heart abide?

Vagabonds of the Sky

Lone bird of the night sky,
Aimless in your pursuits.

Circling, hovering
Advancing, retreating.

As though drunk, swaggering
Lost in silence , apprehending.

Surveying a sleeping world, from skies above.
Definitely eccentric! Why else, antics so hilarious?

Roam the skies,
settle nowhere.

For what are kith and kin
But primordial sorrows?