My Tales Within

My life keeps me alive

What do you complain about the most?

My life 🤦🏻‍♂️

When I know that’s the only hing preventing me from dying.

😊

Eyes make mouth water

I experienced Sin

I experienced
the sin
Pure and septic
gagged upto the brim

Through the sieves
of Desires
In the hell
of scorching fires

It flowed
through the veins
Burning the neural path
Furrowing deep ruts in the brain

Botched patches
of dried blood
Making random patterns
of the habitual flood

For there was
nothing to gain
Just to experience
The inscrutable pain

Yet it prevailed
Vanquishing the sane
In the duel for reason
A fight in vain

Clouded lights
Forming blinded shadows
Crawling the grimy floor
as the spectre arose

Larger than the eye
it could no longer see
Entangled in the long tethers
festered the illusion of free

The divine voices called
Well meaning, yet irate
Drowning hands clawed the precipice
just in time before too late

In the sweat
I came washed
With trampled skin
Deeply rashed

No clothes could stick
The new naked dawn
Exposed to the dewy rays
the demon was gone

I found the divine
Beyond the din
Blissfully aware
I had experienced the sin

An obscure corner in my garden

There is a corner
a forgotten one
in the obscure part
of my garden

it lies separated
from the rest of the lawn
by a scatter of shrubs
growing unchecked
unseen, unrestricted

There
in that corner
nothing is in order
manicured or controlled

There
grows whatever wants to grow
where
weed is not separated
from grass

where flowers
and bushes
have no separate
pecking order

where hedges
have no shape
where trees
are not pruned

where
sun and shade
play
hide and seek

There
I haven’t been since long
There
hidden away
is a boy
with an unkempt hair

In Shadows, lies the light

In Shadows

Lies the light

In restraint

Lies the might

My name is Me

My first name
given by my parents
echoed
their aspirations

but now it has meaning
attached
to who I am
and not
what it means

I
make the name
and not the name
makes
Me

And then she had grown

And then
She had grown

Her tiny feet
Went beyond the cradle 
Kicking away the warm rug
I gently placed it back
And then
She had grown

Her little hands 
Waved back
She entered the schools gate
I waited a bit longer
And then 
She had grown

Her eloquent voice
Recited the poem nice
She bowed as they clapped 
I clapped the loudest
And then
She had grown

Her twinkling eyes
Searched for us
She glowed in glory
There in the crowd
My eyes welled with pride
And then
She had grown

Its her birthday
I whisper wishes to the sky
There far away 
she looks up and smiles
And then
She had grown

Kites in the Sky

रंग बिरंगी 
ढेर सारी पतंग 
कुछ कटी हुई 
और कुछ 
ऊँचाइयों को छूती हुई 

जो डोर से बंधी थी 
वो उड़ रही थी 
जो कट गई थी 
वो हवा के साथ 
बहती जा रही थी 

जब थक उड़ान थी 
पतंग पर हर की आस थी 
कट जाने पर 
अगले पतंग की तलाश थी 
कन्नी कस कर तैयार किया 
और आसमान को भर दिया 

आसमान रंगीन था 
भरा हुआ था 
उन रंगीन पतंगों से 
काग़ज़ और बांस से बने 
कुछ कटे हुए 
और कुछ नीले आसमान को छुए हुए

I lost to myself

My happy clock

I had a clock as a kid
which did not work
not even a bit
I mean
for which
time never passed
not even a tick

what a useless clock
a worthless piece of metal
you would say
but for me it was dear
with whom
I would spend
my entire day

A day would end
but for us
it would stay still
then I grew
but it stayed same
timeless and still

I do remember it
for we spent together
many a happy time
it wasn’t as useless
as everyone thought
because it had a happy chime