Heal

I'm your child, they say
I carry your looks, your genes
For how many years now, though
I wished I hadn't been!

I only remember a monster
Still haunting my dreary dreams
Someone with drunken emotions
Ideologies and archaic spiel.

You blabbered through our nights, fiery
Lengthy sermons on your notions, scary
Shivering with tears, I stood there
All through my tainted teens.

Some days when I'm lost, like I am now
To choose between righteous and faulty
I'm amazed how you chose so steadily
To go down paths, sleazy.

I wonder why I can't still go there -
Being yours, it should come easy
To focus on ones pleasures solely
And not change for friends, or family.

In a world full of broken people, promises
I want to stay true to my being
You've done enough harm - breaking me
Let me not pass it on, let me heal!

CAB

Puppets of the first order
Protesting for and for not
for what precisely, many seldom know!
Both sides call for blood
Screams
Kill them Fascists,
Butcher them all.

Yet how many open gates
For strangers to stay a night?
How many welcome home
A life, if not, from their 'kind'
An unwavering shelter, how many provide
How many really hold them
when they're dying?

You are a bigot -
For not voicing your stance.
Or
You are a terrorist
For supporting them lot.
Amidst chaos, my country burns.
But whose country is this, after all?

Pointless

It astounds me 
how detached
I've become. 

Indifferent 
I sound
Or to some sad.

I was taught to lay down
to bend
to lament -

Advised to shun glories
and survive on
pittance.

Some wanted sinners
like me 
to repent 

Some asked
to respond, 
and to never relent!

A lifetime of
restraints, chains
and refrains - 

Look at me now
A fool, 
inadvertently glad.

Priyanka

Her scooter was her mate
it was her constant pride
for it gave her wings
and always stood her side.

Until it broke down
that scary night 
she watched it just lay still 
with a flattened tyre. 

She heard some howls
She saw some light
She thought 'Dogs'
And let out a sigh.

A woman full of love
for helpless four-legged beasts.
A life that tended
to wounded, ferocious beings.

She cured animals
She knew their kind ~
But those that approached 
Were not her type.

The scooter stayed dead 
as a warning sign
but she thought otherwise
she thought "they'd" revive. 

Her screams faded
into the lonely night
and they took turns
to put out her fight.

Their thirst for blood
did not end between her legs
they even burnt her red
pleasuring themselves to her begs.

A body reduced to char
her perpetrators still at large
some media, some slogans
the usual paraphernalia.

Your scooter failed you once
and we - I've lost count
I only pray what happened 
does not happen to me one night. 

My Brother

I have no tears left.
No words, my child.
My sobs stay muffled.
No strength to cry.

Too young to go

Too happy a soul

Loved by all

Why did you have to fall?

I lost a brother 
I lost a friend.
You were a father
A husband, a son 

How do we cope?
Come tell us. Come show.
The world stands still now
We have no hope.

Your voice in our ears
You laughter, your face!
How do we forget? 
How long? Till we go?

I'm a sinner -

Why else was I spared?
You deserved a good life
And I could have gone!


Rest in Peace, Bala.

Wishes

I have a few wishes with you, honey
Don't worry -
I don't have too many!

One is to hug
The other is to cuddle
Also to spoon, for one night, without struggles.

Few kisses on the forehead,
Some snitches at foreplay,
And lazily sleep in warm arms, cozily.

Once we're done
Let us close doors, let us lock them
And throw both our keys, into the deep oceans.

Bala

You said you'd stay a lifetime
You promised tomorrow would be better
You worked harder each day
So that your child would have her way.
You said you are young and strong...
And could scale the highest walls...
But you forgot it all...
And just like that, you are gone.