Trial and the Judgement

Thrashed her life in that vicious fuscous night

Tattered her body in that mucky verdant site

Shattered her dreams in that bloody wicked plight

Four feigned civilized animals, enjoyed their bite.

They waited their turn to deracinate her

With ears and heart kept fastened for her prayer

With ineffable agony nature tried to cover

Her natural body with leafy little shower.

When tired they spared her for a midget time

And wrapped in a blanket to set a meacock crime

Wetted in fuel they fired the chad as a scheme

And disenthral the soul of the decubitus dame.

Now tell me the judgement of these cruel critters

Hang or guillotine their ugly little heads

Lynching or castration, anything you can propose

Sharpen your quills and the judgement of the case.

I’m Your Spectator

Words emerging from your quill,

Blazing with an effulgence,

Capering and crooning around,

In harmony or in dissonance.

Rhyming in a golden cage,

Flying around in splendid colors,

Or, in a greenish meadow,

Flying away in divine freedom.

The beads of words will last long,

In our minds, if threaded strong

Whether structured or unstructured

As I know, I'm your spectator.

An Elegy Written In a Road

It was a weekend and I was in a mood

To reach my home as early as I can

I urged the wheels to start a friendly race

With the competing cars rushing around.

The sky getting dark, is it unusual?

I switched on the lights to make the way clear

Sun already hiding, behind the trees

Unable to bear the horrendous scene.

The leaves were silent and the mighty wind

The waves of ocean also stupefied

The nature remained as stunned and low

Heavy and gloomy, sadness in the air.

The beams of light while tearing the darkness

Suddenly found out two eyes so bright

From a small head that holding so high

From a small body already half-dead.

Her eyes were staring straight to my eyes

Calm and serene in their last minute

Piercing my heart with their emotions

Pity and sorrow and dismay and grief.

I turn the wheel to avoid the hitting

Risking my life and car to another track

But behind me, the vehicle of death

The one which she was longing so long.

Oh! Dear soul, I couldn’t forget

The bright little eyes that searched for pity

Like a brave soldier of a defeated army

Holding your head as high as you can.

I imagined the short life that you spent

In this splendid world of cruelty,

As a cute kitten dancing around

And following the little butterflies.

Full of fur, your body was so white

And a long tail, waging in anger

You chased down the tricky doves in vain

And the little sparrows that fly around.

Vibrant and vigil, your life was so full

Until your clock stopped ticking

I couldn’t sleep, the eyes are haunting

Close your eyes dear one, I’m lamenting.

Time Machine

In the midst of my sweet childhood days

I came across a gorgeous machine.

It was known by different names

But I called it my time machine.

A big roar, heard in the beginning

When I watchfully switched it to life.

I was in the middle of a battle

Fought around a century ago.

People, people running all around

Fighting without a reason I know.

Roars of victory and screams in fear

I failed to grasp their different tongue.

Back of horses, on the elephants

They fought a battle unlike to me.

Scenes of horror and bloodshed I saw

Closing my eyes I pressed the button.

Quiet different scenes I opened

In a beautiful well-furnished room

Witnessing an intense private scene

The meaning I couldn't comprehend.

  

It was surely in someone’s bedroom

Possibly a newly wedded one

Doing in light, should be in the dark

I changed the scene pressing the button.

Different images flashes in front

Again fallen to a battle field

Alien I was and alien it is

People around and the way they fight.

It was in a different planet

Rounding around a bright little star.

They are different and their weapons

Even the light different from us.

Then I decided to check the options

Of this marvelous magic machine.

It can crop centuries to an hour

And can extend an hour to a year.

It takes you to places in a blink

Even to somewhere outside the earth

To the new cities, towns or villages

And the deepest forest or the sea.

 While I was admiring the machine

A clear loud rumble came from my back.

Not from the machine sitting in front

It was from the real world where I live.

‘Switch of the TV, go to your room

To complete the homework, remaining’

My father is strict and to be obeyed

But I will come back, dear time machine!

Where to go?

I

Walking

To the north

Without knowing

Where to go

I

Flying

In the wind

Without knowing

Where to go

I

Rowing

In a green leaf

Without knowing

Where to go

I

An ant

Searching

Without knowing

Where my hole

We

Like an ant

Probing and wandering

Without knowing

Where is GOD