RAINS AND AROUNDS

The poor rebel
The rich complain
Entering the lanes
Barging the bungalows
Drenching dreams
Camouflaging desires
Rain pours seamlessly

A muddle follows
The puddle subdues
Far somewhere
Handful of urchins
Whine for food
And in search of it
Rain comes unwarily

Everyone is same
In the eyes of rains
No one is insane
And most of us so sane
Getting wet in waters
Splashing through gutters
Rain seduces wickedly

Pulling herself beneath
A torn umbrella
The female beggar
Deals with hysteria
High society madam mania
Travels in car singing Mama Mia
Rain instigates endlessly

Wet cigarettes float
Empty plastic bottles
Become instant boats
Tearing the waters apart
Lives in the nude slums
Start falling apart
Rain pours unduly

Lovers embrace
And kiss to make love
In dripping rooms
Feeling the warmth
Relinquishing to every breath
Getting wet together
Rain instigates prudishly

Foes for foes
Friends for friends
Everyone runs hand-in-hand
Taking shelter
From the scamper
Phew the crazy raindrops
Rain follows frantically

-vociferous

RAINS

In my palm,

I clutched the rains,

Asked it for calm,

Urged for more rains.

Drenching my soul,

Spreading addictive fragrance,

Captivating my soul,

I was seduced by the puddle at a distance.

I requested the rains,

To stay longer,

Reminded it of my lone pains,

Asked it to arrive stronger.

But the rains denied,

To descend as I wished for,

It narrated a sad story,

I had never longed for.

The world has changed,

Complained the rains,

There are no humans,

Only inhuman pains.

No one enjoys our arrival,

Everyone grows sad,

And appear to be in denial,

Everyone human feels sad.

We are blamed to drown,

The many innocent lives,

Children of God frown,

For endangering their lives.

I had tears in my eyes,

Kissed the pure water in my palm,

The world has turned so unwise,

Even rains have lost their calm.

The rains will keep coming,

Again and again,

But one day I fear they will disappear,

To never come again.

-vociferous

AFTERTASTE

To the teacup of life,

You added three teaspoonfuls,

Of your sugar like smile,

And made the morning wait for a while.

On the platter of thoughts,

You served handfuls of hope,

Garnished with your trust,

And made the delicious breakfast of joy.

In the bowl of conversations,

You stewed your bountiful memories,

To make it taste spicier,

And made the lunch memorable with emotions.

On the saucer of a lazy siesta,

You spread the butter of excitement,

Making it melt with the warmth of your feelings,

And made the snack of tastiest delight to linger longer.

In the dining plate of life,

You generously doled out,

The pickle of your playful side,

And made the night travel to its dreamiest side.

-vociferous

DANCING WITH CRIMINALS

It was an invitation of temptation 

To become what they were

Little bit of brigands

Whole lot of tormentors

With no dreams to chase

Lost in the haze of heinous crimes

Their homes were havens of blood bathed times

It was a journey of discovery

To explore what they possessed

A treasure of weapons

A fixed deposit of ill desires

Everyone chose the path to conspire

Damaging everything that came their way

To the dance of death they loved to sway

It was an enigma of horrendous clues

To opine on their views

Shoot on sight

Killing anyone is alright

Fearless in their pursuit of power

They neither repented nor longed to care

Bloodshot eyes kept evading emotional tears

It was a gory glory of being lawless

To no deeds of theirs did they ever confess

Living for a day

Dying another day

They doused homes of rich and poor people

Hid in stolen blankets they carried guns and sickles

Shedding blood and mashing human flesh like pickles

It was tough to resist the temptation

To let the mind succumb to criminalization

Every day seemed like night

Every moment of being alive shuddered in fright

Nothing could have been so gravely scary

In pursuit of freedom the mind grew wary

Finally the inner self escaped in a scurry

-vociferous

MY INSTINCT IS MY CONTENDER

I am extremely impossible

When moments arrive of being possible

I choose to remain speechless

When my speech is in need of urgent stress

I am extremely intolerant

When circumstances demand me to be tolerant

I choose to remain rugged

When my demeanor is supposed to be managed

I am extremely bitter

When taste of conversations can be sweeter

I choose to misjudge myself

When my judgment defaults my own self

I am extremely volatile

When situations are to be kept docile

I choose to stay indifferent

When my conscience too prompts me to be different

- vociferous

NO COMEBACKS

The birds which had left their homes,
Lost their way back to those homes,
Their free wings were left tattered,
Melody of their chirping had shattered.

Captured by the cruelty of mankind,
Shot at by the insanity of evil mind,
Freedom of these birds were put to an end,
Broken where their legs with no one to tend.

Losing out to the brutality of extreme greed,
Trying to rebel in vain over inhuman deed,
The birds are still trying to go back but bleeding,
At the world’s core humans are busy killing.

The birds remind us of our survival and sense,
Their plight makes us recollect our loss of innocence,
Bleeding we too are in agony of being misdealt,
Our cries are yet to be heard but will never be felt.

-vociferous

YOU, ME AND US

Life was once so beautiful,
Sorrows had no space to sway,
But then times changed,
And everything moved away.

Tears of joy dried out unannounced,
Painful feelings had made their way,
I remember to have mourned aloud,
The lone moments of night and day.

Everything bright had turned pale,
Unsure and hurt I walked confused all the way,
Not a single memory was left to be rejoiced,
Even closer relationships had drifted away.

It was during one of those cold Decembers,
A smile arrived like a breeze my way,
Every dark moment of untruth and disgrace had withered,
Paving the arrival of love in the sweetest way.

Gently comforting and caressing me in immense pain,
You had never expressed what you conveyed that day,
Inspiring me to look at life again,
You inspired me to challenge every difficult day.

And then on a very special occasion,
On a brightly lit full of joy Friday,
You held my hand and looked into my eyes,
Showing me hope and pointing me the way.

Surrounded by the harmony of love,
Together we chose to sail away,
No more could the lone moments be seen again,
I love becoming YOU, ME and US in a love filled way.

-vociferous