Monday, June 28, 2010

Good vs Good!

You fool!
Can’t you?
Can’t you hear those screams?
The agonies of your kin!
You!drowning in your own laughter,
“but I deserve this happiness”
You again!
To the slashings and clinkings,
The trickle of blood,
The rippings of flesh.
Can’t you?
You,lost in you own world.
Dropping trash in bin
And paying your bills.
Wearing a smug smile on your face.
“I am a good citizen”,it says.
“but I have done my part”
Are you deaf?
Why are you blocking them out?
Listen to the color red,
To the heartbeats of the dead,
Listen to the war noises,
You carnal beast!
Covering them with a blanket,
Hiding them behind your escapades in bed.
“but I have my needs”
Listen carefully now!
To those faint,faint sounds,
The parched lips,
The hungry growls,
Listen to the engine of despair,
Hooting loudly in their minds.
Can’t you?
You!sitting among savoury dishes
With a pampered palate,
“But listen to what?”
“you are right”
“But I ‘m not wrong”
“Its not always black or white,
Wrong or right.
Good or bad,
A hero or a villain.
Sometimes,its good versus good!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

My left, his Right.

One was the beginning,
The other,the end.
They met somewhere in between,
Somewhere,where the street bends.
Not a tinge of akwardness,
No opaque surfaces.
Just the pristine mirror,
Just the unmasked faces.
Love,passion and admiration guided them.
Angels and cherubs talked about their love.
They were amazed,
For they didn’t drink any potions,
Nor were they struck with any darts.
They loved,just with their hearts.
Sometimes they got lost.
But always found each other.
When they were bewildered,
They found comfort in each other’s answers.
They had been together since I don’t know when.
They were thieves and philosophers,estorics and pagans.
They were lovers.
And they were friends.
Talking and listening,
That’s what they did.
When words failed them,
They listened to heartbeats.
So much told,
So much more to tell.
This is a never-ending story,
Cos their journey won’t end.
The only difference is ,
My left is his right.
I live in the ‘upside down’ world.
But he is no Alice,
He can’t cross the line.
The line dividing the two worlds,
Between sanity and insanity,
The fixed and the moving,
The virtual and the real.
So I stand here,
And he on the other side
Happy,to see one in other’s reflection,
Happy,to have loved.
Sometimes I feel I live in an illusion,
then I go to the mirror,
And see him,smiling at me,
That clears all my trepidations.