THE NUMB WEEP

Thousands of faces go up and down the street,
Milieu of people dipped in hues so deep,
On the roads travelled with pals I meet,
Capering playfully on those mettlesome beat.

On the lanes I walk, with the mob I leap,

Giggles and laughs all in one heap,
Silent I remain, to few I speak,
Often pals ask as to what secrets I keep.

With the waves of the time I frequently stride,
What keeps me benumbed is the changing tide,
For what pestered me, in the isolation I cried,
Makes them believe that something I hide.

With few I smile, with few I fight,
I make them laugh, to them I chide,
For those sullen griefs my tears have dried,
To curtain my thoughts, alone I strive.

Often on the shores and in the dunes of sand,
Closing my fist, barefoot I stand,
Holding the fate engrossed in my hand,
Concealing the secrets of that isolated land.

Being the lone traveller I do ensure,
What all griefs and pain I endure,
I dig in pitfalls on those isolated shore,
For its true that pile of secrets I store.

No more pals ask as to what secrets I keep,
Little do they know about the nightmares in my sleep,
Of those silent faces, into their minds I peep,
Smile being the dumb mouth masking my weep.

Thousands of faces go up and down the street,
Milieu of people dipped in hues so deep,
On the roads travelled with the same pals I meet,
What remains silent is "the numb weep" that I reap.

THE NAKED REVENGE

The naked revenge is a story of vengeance, a story of a cold blooded pedophile who repents for the act of sexual assault with children of his daughter's age when his daughter was victimized of the same offence by someone else. What makes him remorse is the death awarded to his daughter as a result of his acts which makes him the avenger of his own life. What follows ahead is the execution.

Vengeance remains before I sleep,

Waiting to be avenged for the past deed,

For what followed execution was a lustful need,

Seed I did sow is now to reap.

What that beast did to you reminds me more,

Reminds me of what I did like a wild boar,

I had no limits, no controlled shore,

I'm to be indicted for your roar.

Of the cavern I now hallucinate,

Where innocent faces became victim of their fate,

Suppressing their groan to alienate,

For i was masked by my unquenchable hate.

Insensately I did, what those souls endured,

Wounds of the hunger were left uncured,

Lust-smoked dagger left them tumbled,

Blood did shed and into fragments crumbled.

What I did cannot be undone,

Stains of bloodshed have now frozen,

For what I did slaughter, infliction you borne,

All this has now left me morose and sullen.

In this very cavern I now stand,

Where I butchered the innocence into the sand,

Executing revenge with the same dagger in hand,

To bring my life to a justified end.

Suffering is yours, vengeance is mine,

Offering my corpse for you to dine,

I vindicate myself for the sins committed,

For I'm the avenger, but "the naked revenge" is thine.

THE WINTER"S CIDE

This is a depiction of winters' sight,
Winter creeps in with foggy night,
For some being a nightmare while for others a delight,
A tale casing blue collar's mournful plight.

The inception of the story is from the birth of-course,
Birth of a child with no traces of the source,
On Christmas' eve a child was found on the stairs of the church,
For another orphan was sent down from heavenly perch.

As a baby boy he was adopted by someone,
Unfortunately never did he appeal to the so called dad and mum,
At the age of five he was forced out of the home,
For now they had the child of their own.

Out of the home he walked down straight to the church,
Complains he had for Jesus left him in the lurch,
Bishop replied listening to the complain of this orphan,
Fortunate you are to be called as "the redeemer's son".

For all day long he asked for alms,
Because being a child he could not work in farms,
People served him less and abused him more,
No more companions he had than cries and roar.

Lord seeing the miseries of this poor chap,
Wanted a dignified human to rectify this mishap,
The child's dingy sufferings was others mirth,
Christ then realized that no actual human has yet taken birth.

This starved child now cried no more,
Rather searched for grains in dung and core,
Washed the grains and made them pure,
And ate the meal in a manner obscure.

He welcomed the winters with bare body and sole,
All his assets were the torn clothes he wore,
Spent the foggy nights by creeping into the messy hole,
This sight surely melted the redeemer's soul.

The redeemer did cry on what he had made,
What he created as earth, now he wanted to fade,
What lord realized now, child already had realized,
Time now urged for the execution of winter's cide.

Lord now decided to end child's all the sufferings,
Wanted to call him back from the world of sins,
Gifted him death when child turned to ten,
On the eve of Christmas, the day he was born.

His hide wrapped with winter's cracks all around,
In the same messy hole his body was found,
Unaffected by the cold breeze over the mound,
Not he but his bare corpse did lay on the ground.

THE SINFUL DETENTION

A true story of a japanese girl Junko Furuta, a girl aged 16 years, abducted, raped and finally killed. 

          Vivid images of the sufferings obscure,

          Abducted by the group of savages four,

          For thrice the fortnights and two days more,

          My story begins with the frightful roar.

Day 1 : My parents could not have a trace of me,

             Was unknown of  what the next would be,

             Captors mocked at my urges and plea,

             And molested me to the extent no one could see.

             By hordes of beasts i was stripped for long,

             Molesters did to me every wrong,

             Fed on cockroaches and pee all day long,

             Life could not be a more dreadful song.

Day 11: Hands tied to ceiling and beaten hard,

              Weights were thrown on my belly part,

              When tried to escape with hopeful heart,

              Was caught and this led to another weird start.

             Punished by cigarette burnings on my arm,

             Flammable liquid poured on my feet and palm,

             Lit me on fire for their momentary charm,

             Did to me all the intended harm.

Day 20: Hands were smashed and fingernails cracked,,

                  Skewers,golf club and fireworks lit and smacked,

                  Needles and pliers on my breasts were stabbed,

                  Yet this wasn't the end, for much more was lacked.

                   In dark winter nights and place unknown,

                   They pushed me to strip on my own,

                    And forced me to sleep in balcony alone,

                    Where my suffering was my companion that i had known.

Day 30: Onto my face hot wax they applied,

                   Plucked my eyelids whenever I cried,

                   All left in me was an earthly hide,

                   Because the soul within me had already died.

Day 40: I greeted the new year's day alone

                  Mercy became my new year song

                  The torture they did wasn't bearable for long

                   So I pleaded to end my life's mournful song

Day 44:My last day torture lasted for two hours,

                   Now my end did not seem too far,

                   Their last blow was as hard as it could be,

                    They lit me to fire before they could flee.

                   Sufferings were many and cries too,

                    Injuries were dumb mouths to the pain i had gone through,

                    My imperative shouts were suppressed to none,

                    I quit at last, for "the sinful detention" has been done. 

The Biased Verdict

Mom and dad had a seven year old son,

As a girl child being born i was the second one,

My fate was decided on the day i had come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

My fate gave me a weird start,

With my family i had to part,

They sold me for few hundred shrilling,

Which they used to pay their billing.

In the walk of life i was isolated,

Spent my youth in search of  happiness negated,

My life was ruined and a lot more had to come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

I married a man unfortunately wrong one,

Who parted from me  in the years to come,

All i was left with was a daughter and a son,

Others still had their voice but i had none.

Squall emerged into my life as a mournful song,

 fate did to me every wrong,

My children who used to walk along,

Also left me alone for the all years long.

I asked for bucks from door to door,

As in my old age i could not work anymore,

Still i didn't complain for the torn clothes i wore,

For i had no voice to make a roar.

Now silent are the days and muted are the nights,

My fate has snatched away all my rights,

Knowing that i would grudge, God made me dumb,

Here i quit for "the biased verdict" has been done.

Story of purple and white

Among the different colours of different moods,

Two were the colours quiet and soothe,

White was simple and purple was cute,

Met each other in their early youth.

Purple was bella donna with the royal charm,

White being the lad of nature so calm,

Decided both to hold each other's arm,

Unknown of the destiny on their palm.

Over days and nights their love grew strong,

But this delight was like a seasonal song,

Irrespective of the promise to walk along,

Purple departed for all years long.

White was blamed for the reasons unrevealed,

In the heart of purple truth was concealed,

White could not hear the voice of her heart,

This became the reason for their depart.

Among the different colours of different moods,

Two colours are still quiet and soothe,

White awaits for her beloved purple so cute,

Whom he met in his early youth.

A Posthumous Letter(A letter by a soldier to his family)

If it's there,then i'm no more,
don't think i'm dead,rather i've reached my ultimate shore,
neither do gripe nor make a roar,
oh mom and paa!,thou need me but my country needs me more.

Tears are for everyone and so is fear,
fear of losing a life so much dear,
never lose hope for i'm near,
if thou are reading it,just say i've overcome my fear.

Don't be ingenous or mask your tears,
search me in contentment and wear a smile for years,
a smile so true and much more clear,
to tell me that "oh my son you have been a gallant soldier,my dear".

The only flaw that hurdles my thought,
if i had been a good son or not,
being the janitor i served the earth,

i promise to serve thou both,if i get another birth.

Black and White (A voice against the vainglorious attitude of racialists)

Two of the travellers in the malicious night,
 were out on a voyage in the vociferous plight,
one was black and the other was white,
searching for the block in the horrendous night.

 Squall became boisterous in kind,
causing them fear to meet their end,
 far away in the english street there lit a lamp,
seeing the block they hit a plan.

 Went to the block,they banged the window,
came to the door a lunatic english widow,
demanding their survival in the outrageous storm,
 requested for a night's shelter to the widow.

 She down saw their shadow and then their skin,
shadow was the same but black and white their skin,
allowed the white but refused to him,
accepting the fact black man showed a grin.

 Early in the morning when the widow was on round,
not the black voyager but his corpse was found,
seeing him dead she made a sound,
black man with the same shadow and grin laid on the ground.

A New Dawn Will Break

Dusk is drawn and squalid ambience lay,
restless pedestrians in a lifeless day,
squall is raging in its abysmal way,
yet its not the end,for a new dawn will break,

 twilight sets in and vigilance stay,
dearth of rabbi in this rabble lay,
gloominess surrounds the mob in an eerie way,
yet its not the end,for a new dawn will break,

 on this worldly stage life is a play,
a lot has to be done and a lot has to be paid,
life needs a spur to lead to another day,
this is not the end, rather a new beginning that way.