Sunday, November 24, 2013


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It’s a cup fully filled always
From heaven some words will drop-in in some ways

Something will be spilled from the cup
Many a time emotions acts as a scoop

A writer scribbles what comes to his mind
We never mind what meaning we find

There is nothing new under the sun
But believing not to say it again is a sin

What we scribble is just not words
For many writers, they were burning wounds

No better than solitude for heart will heal
It’s always the ink acts a medicines to our soul

Sorrows are the fuel for the flame
Because on the divine plans we are lame

We always wait for a better word to come
And to the love and to the heart of readers we succumb


It was when all the colors of the twilight were washed away by the darkness, the lamps in the temple was lit.  The temple stood away from the town and the Goddess Shakthi stayed alone and away from the humans.  The statue of the Goddess was dressed in red and she looked gorgeous and powerful in her meditative poster.  The aroma of incense sticks and the light from the lamps fill the temple with divinity and godliness – the Shakthi.  The air was silent and peaceful.  In that peace there was a vibration which gives belief and a feel of security by a virtual hand.

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 The silent continued until a woman who was in her mid forties entered the temple shouting for help.  She looked terrified and horrified.  She reached the statue and fell down at the Goddess’s feet and cried, and cried, and cried.  The air was totally horrified.  The woman shouted at the Shakthi for help.  Shakthi sat there without any expression in her face.  The statue didn’t moved nor nothing in the air changed.  In a minute a man came walking from behind the statue.  He shook the woman crying at the Goddess’s feet at her shoulder. 

“Tell this stone to help my girl, please tell her” the woman cried and screamed at the man.
“Tell me what has happened?” the man said in his meditative voice
“Five human beasts as taken my girl to satisfy their sexual thirst, they took her in to the building next to this temple” she cried

The man saw the Goddess and took the mighty swords from the hands of the statue.  Carrying one sword in his right and another in his left he ran to the building next to the temple.  As he came out he could hear the screaming of the girl and in next minute he entered the building silently he saw four beast holding her hands and legs and another was over her trying to enter her body.  When that human beast was about to kiss her breast the sword sliced his head from the back.  The blood oozed out from the neck making other four and the girl to flabbergast.  The other four beasts moved away from the girl.  The girl pushed the body away and ran to grab her dress.  The blood was all over her breast.  When the girl was about to grab her dress, the man carrying the mighty sword screamed at her to stop.

“You are naked now, but this is not the dress which is supposed to cover your nakedness.  Now only few part of your breast is covered, hold this sword now it is up to you to cover your body, dress in red, get fully drenched in dirt before you need to be washed” said the man silently

The left out four human beasts was furious and angry on what is happening.  They shouted at this man-with-sword in angry, but he doesn’t seem to bother about them.  He bent down to the feet of the naked girl and placed the might sword that which he was carrying. 

“Close your eyes” said he “the beasts needs to be torn in to pieces, dress yourself in red” he said and touched her feats.

The naked girl opened her eyes and saw the glittering sword in moon light at her feet.  She bent down and held it in her hand.  The man with another sword went to the entrance of the building and sat in meditative position, placing the sword on his lap. 

Looking at the sword in the girl’s hand the left out beasts relaxed a bit thinking they could handle her.  The girl raised her eye brows, stood firm in her legs, raised her breast in angry, gripped the sword in her hand and stood still.  One among the four neared her to grab the sword from her. The moment he neared her, she swirled and sliced the mighty sword in air.  She missed his head but that was not her aim.  The man stood flummoxed watching his one hand cut from his body and blood oozing out.  She smiled. Before the other three could realize what was happening, she swirled again twice and made the man into two pieces cutting at his hip.  The body felt down into two pieces.  She went near the body lying down on ground and sliced the head apart and threw it to a side.   Now her breast was totally covered with the blood that spilled from the beast. 

The other three surrounded her; they need to kill her in order to escape.  The girl saw the beast rounding her with fear in their eyes.  Suddenly one among the three jumped over her to grab her.  She knelt down bending to her back slightly; exactly she placed the sword to his neck.  The sword went inside his throat and blood flowed like water over her face and body.  Looking at which the other two started to run away from her.  Throwing her saccades on the two flying away, she dragged the sword away from the dead beast and threw the sword aiming at one of the man running.  The sword flew and stuck in his head piercing his brain.  She ran and pulled the blade out from his skull and cut his neck from the behind to separate his head from the body. 

Now just one beast left.  He looked at the entrance of the building; a man was sitting with a sword on his lap, and he turned to his left; his death was waiting for him nakedly.  The girl went to the dead body of the one she tore the throat to cut his head from his head.  She took it in her hand and threw at the one alive, the one standing before her.  She was already drenched thoroughly in blood, just her feet is left uncovered.  Moving near to the last man she smiled like a Goddess.  No fear, no angry, no anxiety in her eyes.  Her eyes were sharp and her hands were strong.  The moment she went near the last man, he knelt down and bent his head to her feet and cried to spare him.  Silence prevailed for a minute.  She looked at the moon shone over her head; the light of moon was not able to penetrate her body which is now fully covered with blood.  She remembered that her foots was left out.  The moment the man relaxed a bit thinking he was spared, she raised her sword over the head and sliced his head.  The blood covered her foot.  

Now she is no more naked but covered with dirt, dirty blood.  She walked slowly towards the man in meditation and dropped the sword near him.  He took the sword from the ground and walked towards the temple.  She followed him. 

She saw her mother still holding the legs of the statue and crying.  The man placed the sword back in the hands of the statue and took the beaker containing the milk placed in front of the statue.  He poured the milk over the girl to wash out all the blood.  He lit a lamp before the girl and handed over her dress to her.  He went behind the statue and took his hammer and plumbing instruments and packed his bag.  He again came to her, knelt down and touched her feet to get blessed.  The girl stood still without emotion. 

“Now you know where the real Shakthi is” he whispered to her mother and walked out of the temple.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Insane words...

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Insane were my words and deeds
But those came from deep inside my heart
God and the love are both alike
It exists everywhere but seems to be unlike

What exists everywhere?
It is God or the love behind every war
There is nothing called God
It is the ‘nothing’ which is called as the supreme lord

Deep down every heart there exists
Nothing but the God, the nothing, else how would we persist!
The divinity is the nothingness
The vast and enormous universe’s darkness

Reason for everything could be known not
Let all divine things remain unbridled knots
In between mind, reality, and the brain we fight
For wisdom to glow let us let the manifestation of grace light

On the way back from heaven to earth; words are made
Between the writer and the divine light it was a trade
Not all, words, deserve to put into form
But those are like unshaken sprouts in raging storm

Friday, November 15, 2013

Love and the poet...

There ends all my words when I start to think
I know, I belong not jut to humans but a different ilk

Like the caste and religion, to the Gods, acts as a veil
My love and sorrows is to my heart and thus I fail

I know, there is a thin line between pride and vanity
Many a times I suffer in between the line in fraternity

In harmony, love played with my hormones
I lost my love and harmony like the light of no-moon

An angel walked in the garden of my heart
But I crushed the roses and threw the thorn at her feet

She bled walking all around my garden alone for my love
It is to her, all the space in my body and my mind I owe

In the trepidation that she might lose herself
I left and hesitated her but in the expedition I lost myself

She was the first to caress and care in all my life
Held my hand for confidence and gave her bosom in all my strife

Without my knowing she was there in all my words
Her countenance followed me in my nomad treads

There exists a simple word we use called Love
In which everything succumbs that come from up above.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


Once in a magical twilight when the sun and the infinite horizon was embracing each other, between the twisted orange and fading blue you appeared colorfully.  I thought I could peep through the sky and the dark clouds and read your heart and when I break opened the air to see through it, I could see just the plain ever ending emptiness.  No, it is not the emptiness but the language of beauty written down every nook which my mortal eyes could see thru not and my wisdom, that I pity, could understand not with its cognizant.

The magic slowly winded away, the twilight merged mildly into the horizon; I saw you dancing for the music of the air and in air there spread a magnificent romance which no one other than me grabbed since my cognizant of you was centuries back.  Like the lotus opening itself on the very touch the masterful sun, you bloomed yourself with the very touch of the music and the breeze of the evening.  Like you bloomed, the conjecture in me flew flawlessly.  Like a jasmine blooming, I saw your fingers parting from the kiss of the other and your eyes dancing along with your countenance like a flower in the vine.

In the evening, when you danced the dance of love and romance, I stood spell bound hesitating neither move an inch nor a twitch; like a sojourner who found the oasis after a year long walk in the sun. You moved like a wave, showing me the sun raise in one eye and dusk in the other.  Every time your foot kissed the ground, I wished I could have born a stone.  I saw Ishtar dancing with you to get blessed from you confusing the audience on whom the goddess of love is.

Ishtar stopped me when I neared you with all her power of beauty but she forgot it’s just not the beauty pulled me towards the dancing angel but divine urge and indefinite longing of centuries.  And when I said the love goddess to move away from blocking me from satiating my longing soul, she asked me if I deserve.  I may not, may be I do not but instead dissolving in the air of life without knowing if the fire hurts or not, it is better to burn my fingers before I die.  

The music faded slowly. After throwing the flying angels in air in all directions, confusing the gods and goddess if they were the one who created this stupendous piece of beauty, and spreading romance all over my physic she stopped dancing.  Colorless flowers of her physic bloomed out from her glowing skin to make her comfort from the heat of my eyes.  The light entered on those drops and twinkled brighter than the early stars of that night.   For a moment to realize myself I closed and opened my eyes and in that few seconds I conjured images of this mortal world thus delaying to open my eyes to the light of her.  When I opened it all was darkened the divine emptiness surrounded me.  I saw her walking away in the dark glowing with her own lights.  She walked in a distance I could catch not and slowly she disappeared in the horizon. 

My love, I am waiting for the dawn, not for the light but for the twilight to come again and you to dance again.  Let it take another century for the light to come and one more century for the twilight to decorate the sky, I will wait.