TEARS OF RUST

The riddle of life, doodles to its seat,

As the furrow in my mind, lets in the light,

The place where I stood, all the days and more,

Is cuddling to a sleep, as the tenant begins to move.

He holds my head, or even my hands,

Trudging along the streets, now a bundle of foes.

My feet is left alone, sucked out of air,

While the chains from my heart is chained to its place,

My master, when I speculate to the retro’s of time,

Days of perseverance, a want to win and shine.

We grew up, a rise of my stride and your pride

To the calls of our friends and the ways of the winds

Together we flew, away from the locks, to a life.

Our secret adversary, the blackness of dark,

Tried to drive us away with a hounded bark,

Yet we met them, with a will for a thrill,

Together we flew, away from locks, to a life.

The dent on my brief, reminds me of the days at school,

Devils dressed up in ignorance, labelled you a fool,

Evenings meant freedom, when hell opens to heaven,

The breeze with a soul, the sun no more foul,

Are we there yet master, where do you take me?

I presume we have time for another romanticising.

The roses locked in our noses now,

The same which we gave to a lot lovely faces,

Yet there was love hidden in one petal, its fragrance wooed her to you

It was those evenings of liberty when I carried you,

The queen and you, to rejoice under the sky of love,

Thoughts flow even now, like the river which branches into a hundred,

But the falls of the present pull me towards it,

I hear a thunder and a crash.

“Where are you going?

I am getting rid of this junk.

Yes I see it looks bad, you could repair it though,

Nah, I don’t care, getting a new bike.

Oh! That’s great; anyway I would give a second thought on crushing this one”.

My guesses turn out to be true, I should have known,

But crushing and boulders, never did my mind see,

‘O’ master, I feel you deserve that, for the days of yore,

which never felt sore,

Buddy to junk, must be love I assume,

But sending me to the world of bane, a reason I seek,

‘O’ master, I lie here, as I remember the rodent’s song,

He sang the song the day his life met with the knife,

I lie here on a similar day, tied to metal’s death bed,

Lest I say,

‘O’ lord, if there is a lord, save my soul, if I have a so... (crash!!)

MEMOIRS OF MALTA

“Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation ...”

Eyes fade back to the past,

Memories hold aloft the sleeping last,

A little church by the sea,

The padre read the Luke, sweet as honey it was

I remember now, I was there,

Happy and sad, in a still little town,

Felt the drops of waves, as it hit the rocks

Glued skies painted white and blue.

A decade back or so it was,

I can see islands of a saint and more,

The ocean sang with a voice

Friends beside, watching palms dance to life.

I was there, so young and soft,

With a sparkling face and a slender neck,

Breasts so full and the rounded hips,

Envied the girls and exited the boys.

Can’t remember, not more than, I was there,

Who was I then, where and when?

The echoes of players and prayers,

Halo in my ears, with the gentleness of life.

The silent chime of the bells,

Put me to sleep in the bed of night,

While I slept, sang the ocean on and on,

Along hummed the night watchers from forlorn.

The taste of bread lingers even now,

Delicate as it always is,

Senses reduced to ash as the tongue touched it,

Oh yes, they called it the Maltese bread.

My home and my childhood,

Known to be back in the desolate island,

I remember now, the town I lived was little Malta,

Where the padre read Luke, as sweet as honey it was

“But deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

and the power,

and the glory,

for ever and ever.

Amen"

A TALE OF FOUR WHISKEES

Here is a tale, a drunken tale,

Across the border, the mountains grew taller,

The train rattled on under skies tasting dusk,

As light laid its bed, the night shed its fear,

The blanket of blackness thickened,

Wheels clad in iron, screamed to rest.

Pairs of legs in four were seen,

A beard and a jean, for all were the same,

Nomads were they, wanderers are they, and vagabonds aren’t they,

Standing onlookers smoked up in doubts,

Silence of the beards pounced upon curiosity,

“Who are you” asked the man in a coat,

“Where from are you” said another with a golden watch,

“Why are you here” cried the woman with a knitted bag,

“What are you” sang the child with the toy.

Silence roamed the place, a bit so dark,

Until old man Monty, cooed in recognition,

“Ahoy here, the beards they are,

A tinge of change, with the hair so long,

Boys weren’t you, the time when you left,

Thieving the factory of gumball Jacky,

Ages have gone, I’ve heard nothing but,

Shabby gay culprits, the whiskees aren’t you”

The winds kindled, Monty was done,

Leaves of mystery slithered, dusts of tension fluttered,

Then a hum, the beards as one,

A buzz it was, and scooted to a howl,

A howl wide known, commencing a song and a bop,

“Nay nay nay, the whiskees, we’re gay,

Upon any place, without a haze,

From folks we take, gifts we take,

Gifts they hand, that we purloin so swift,

Thank you too, for your nicest bequests”

“My coat is where” cried the man without one,

“The watch of gold is sure not sold”

“The bag I knit, is gone without a hint”

A roar from the child, the toy too dissolved.

As the train jangled away,

Old man Monty cooed yet again,

This time in awe,

“Blow was it and slow it wasn’t

They came, they took, and they went

Poof! They’ve gone, for all I knew

Shabby gay culprits, the whiskees weren’t they”

A SOLAR LULLABY

Standing on the top, waiting for no one, not you,

Standing alongside vacuum, i don’t know how i still breathe,

Moving across the heat, my feet find it amazingly cool,

Bright is the light is here, yet it is soothing for my eyes,

A desert in front of me, is it sand or cakes of fire,

I don’t know where i am, its quite faaar away from home...

Still alive or yet dead, i know i don’t know for sure,

Somebody please retort, but to forget i stand alone still,

Dead, if im right, did i lose my way to heaven or hell,

Dead, if im wrong, did i lose my dream or nightmare,

Lips of illusion kisses me, do i taste reality,

Cheating me, are you my mind, or am i a cadaver now,

All i know for sure that is, i’m quite faaar away from home...

Scenes are changing now, becoming hotter by the nick,

Then the feet felt cold, but burning it is now,

The soothing light, my eyes sexed with,

Is vexing and abusing now

The quake began and shook hard, falling back i was,

There when i opened my eyes for a second time,

The devil looked to me and said,

Wake up and attend the talk,

A minute it took, thats when i realised,

At the conference of fools, singing songs for the sun,

Songs i named and remember as the solar lullaby...

COT OF ECSTASY

Welcome, as we would always say,

My friend, step inside me,

Don’t get frightened, relax dear,

Lay within me, lay by me

Listen to the sounds with the songs

Cries and bells are my music

Helpless as i am, but you do understand,

The journey ahead is uncertain,

They pray for you, heaven is their wish,

But the road is yet not known,

Don’t you get scared my precious,

Lay down and unwind to that peace,

You always wished for,

Sleep love, let those gory moments pass away,

Whether it is hell or paradise,

Worry not o human,

Enjoy the kip in me, your caring box

The body, soul and you, put to rest,

In me, the cot of ecstasy...

A SOULESS POET

QUERY

Why damsel,

My mind invites you not,

My blood absorbs you not,

Know not why, the absence for my thirst,

The reason in you or the reason in me,

Bemused deep within, am i not,

Sagacity lost, searching for answers,

Infuse in me and let begin the blizzard of bliss,

Seduce me ‘o’ damsel,’o’ sweet poison.

ANSWER?

Why Mother,

Believe me, will you not,

Despise my puzzle, do you not,

Answers in my tale, while I say it,

“Vanished forever my Anna,

Slain cruelly with vicious blades,

Torn apart by brutal stabbing,

Unjustified justice help elude nabbing,

Culprits in Jaffna or Vienna, yet not known”

Helpless grief accompany hopeless vengeance,

Suck my sadness into you,

Sedate me ‘o’ mother, ‘o’ sweet poison

TRUTH.

Why devil,

Believe me, will you not,

You can see lies in me, do you not,

“lie, but not to you” said Anna once,

Truth in my life, while i say it,

“malice in the hands and not on blades,

An act of dirty mistrust, frivolous distrust,

Mind disguised her brother as her lover,

Anger clouded my mind, fury blinded my eyes,

Blades poisoned with suspicion gorged her breast”

Except me, anna loved no one,

Except suspicion, i loved no one,

And now,

Except me, grief loves no one,

Except me, guilt haunts no one,

Execute me, ‘o’ devil, ‘o’ sweet poison......