Hunger

They call me a hungry man,   
I'm not to blame   
all I knew was hunger   
and satiation sans shame.
   
I was taking shape   
in my mother's belly   
She ate so little,   
Oh, so poorly!   
I was way too little; 
when she begot me
   a malnurished child   
with veins running green and blue,   
on a body so pale in hue.   

Day in and day out   
I shrieked and I did shout   
for bread, drink, food and milk,   
when others of my age   
rolled in garbs of silk,   
I stood in rags and tatters   
-an ugly looking scarecrow.   
   
   
They call me a hungry man,   
when I'm not to blame   
right from the start,   
I knew nothing of shame   
and once my mother died   
I neither sulked nor cried   
I saw her getting buried   
under sheets of snow   
and I became an uglier scarecrow.   
   
   
I used to sit still,   
timid like a sheep   
in garbage cans i put my hands
elbow deep.   
I sniffed for the leftovers
I searched for dry crumbs   
when deep in my stomach   
my hunger beat wild drums,   
then nothing made sense   
nobody came in my way   
and like a savage animal   
I snatched a dog's bone away!   
   
   
She says I'm a hungry man,   
woe! to my lustful appetite,   
it's my insatiable hunger   
which I could never fight.   

Was I ever to blame?   
and it's all still the same,   
from one womb to another   
my hunger knows nothing   
but to smother   
and never did I bother,   
to resist or control   
until I'm satisfied,   
I want more and more.   
   
   

The cup of deceit

Its bitter to its last dregs, The cup full of deceit, Its like a snail paced death, That makes you embrace your own defeat, Oh! no more do I want to remember, That shallow honesty in your eyes, Leaving love all bruised, Its flame that silently dies, You wanna know the pain, Then rip open my heart, You'll get to know the intensity, With which I played my part.

Bygones..

Midnight sleeplessness 
Mind brewing with thoughts 
Oh! such thoughts are they 
they should be in control! 

A sepia tinted picture 
of someone endeared 
yet estranged to me now 
And with every gaze 
how the past arose 
in front of my naked eyes 
blinding me to the reality 
and ending like a nightmare 
it shook me, 
shook me to the realization 
that all has been spent 
it has been exhausted, it is gone 
cannot be relived, 
cannot be resurrected 
hence, tear away that picture darling! 
let it go, let it go 
with the swish of gentle wind 
better not cling to it, 
better not suffer... 
oh! will you please let those 
bygones be bygones forever?

A Fatherless Child

Wrapped in a disturbingly white cloth,

they brought your father, DEAD....

.. Your beaming, juvenile face,

distorted into a grimace,

Taking ceaseless, hiccuping, sorrowful sighs,

You were watching him for the very last time,

all still, cold and dead with your teary eyes,

The world was there at your doorstep,

in an unison they were faking their cries,

Shrank to a mere piteous object,

You became a fatherless child.

Encircled, encompassed, enveloped by varying emotions,

You stood there, all still, silent and shocked,

hot tears brimm'd your eyes but you brave'd them,

You chose not to weep and be strong,

as you had to be the support and lifeline,

to your unfortunate, widowed mother,

difficult it was to face this harsh world,

for You, Oh, fatherless child.

How Fate and Chance tormented your sanctum,

Sabotaged your world, Doomed your paradise,

left you all aghast, depressed and deprived,

unveiling life's truth of death and morality,

thwarting and pulverizing your innocent dreams,

You were all bruised, it was difficult even to crawl,

But, you couldn't cry and shudder when the creepy night appalled,

Cause you had to become a fighter, Oh, fatherless child.

On the voyage of life and death, alone did you embark,

swallowing bloody gouts of daddy's memories,

You wiped out those tears and carved out your own way,

knowing that the cruel world will never understand your pain,

watching your friends who are no more the same,

You swore to bleed but not to give up on life,

You shall be the winner, surviving times rough and wild,

How proud you'll make your father's spirit, Oh, Valiant fatherless child.