writings

Timeless frenzy

2012-02-03T21:50:00.001+05:30

Your sweet breath it lingers on my earlobes,

Sauntering, blossoming its wild fragrance.

Your voice, it haunts my chilled bones,

When all that I’ve asked for has been granted.

How we lay there, pouring our souls bare

On the cotton crevices of our bedded bodies?

Sleeping on the sweet succour of our innocence

Playing tricks on senses, skin, touch and feel.

When we knew our eyes and ears,

Our nails, fingers and fears

Would all be erased in a timeless frenzy.

Our hearts now don’t beat at the same place,

Nor do our breaths match the temper of crashing waves.

Our eyes only see the sands slip away, from

Under our feet into the dreaded tidal sway.

-- Mohan

Alone, let's make love

2012-01-21T21:33:00.001+05:30

Like a mentorteaching

His son to breathe.

The girl would not

Uncover her sheath.

You lost me, when

You said you had me

Going, when the last

Thing I want to be

Is annoying.

One building isbigger

Than the other insize.

The bigger thethicker

Are their facesdisguised.

The chimneys allowthe

Smoke to go throughholes.

Every city has aplace

To blow off, a whore.

A limerick, a darkcomedy

Suspends the air in

Unseen algae, no peering eyes

Parked in the lobby.

We are alone,

Let’s make love.

-- Mohan

Beside the house

2012-01-18T16:55:00.000+05:30

Listening to the heartbeat of a wagtail,

Running on the ground covered in dust and ash.

Sweating not in the summer heat, but lightly pressing

Its feet to the earth, scampering to her nest.

A crawling mongoose, with ferocity in her eyes,

Lurking creepily under the bushes, searching

For something to eat, now and then coming out

Into the sunlight, standing tall with her tail behind.

A few sheep grazing gracefully, quietly

To fill their larder. Once they go home

To feed their young ones with milk

Sweeter than nectar, nutritious and pleasing.

Every one of the old, surrendering

Their self to fight for their young.

Who sit and wait in the shadows to eat

And savor the tit-bits to grow up

And take the same care and share the same story.

-- Mohan

Chirruping bird

2012-01-13T20:02:00.001+05:30

Chirruping bird,

Chirruping bird.

You sing with the buzzing bee.

Like, no other song I like,

You sing your melody.

Chirruping bird,

Your heart is sweet.

Your throat is made of harp-

Woven from the softest silk.

It tears darkness apart!

-- Mohan

Trepidation

2012-01-12T09:20:00.005+05:30

Magical and misty nights,

Drown my corpse'y bed.

Lying above the field of cottoncandies,

Soft, tender and silky white.

Dreaming of blue water droplets,

Falling from the green leaves of trees

Bending over to get raped by the wind,

That pushes on and on in a ritualintercourse.

Sweet sweat flowing down the hair,

Burning eyes that are closed and wet.

On the pillow a lusty maiden

Lays her head.

Turn, kiss, love

Get lost!

-- Mohan

Temptation

2011-12-31T13:41:00.002+05:30

You sit there, locked

From the inside. So,

That you can't get out

When they want you to.

Daring to lock horns

With desire. You decide

Misery is a way to choose.

Exploring, is not

A passing fancy. But

It is sharing in disguise;

You never knew.

But, be it a hobby,

Habit or a deep welled

Conformity. Human life

Is a temptation. That you

Believe is really true.

-- Mohan

To the joy of today

2011-12-29T19:18:00.001+05:30

Hear my heart, speak words of love,

And know not what even a word may mean.

As I speak, I dream of times in a cove

I spent wondering about a world in green.

Love and nature, the two things that bind

Me to joy, to un-sorrowful melody.

Give me more time, to have thoughts in my mind,

Staring at beauty, I lose my memory.

Few things that rhyme that makes one cry.

Few others cry with tears held by sorrow.

Of these words, I can say nothing but sigh

To the tunes that ring the bell for morrow.

Forever into the future, they'll sing their tunes

And make us sing and dance in sweet wonder.

They'll make us forget our past, bury them in runes

To the joy of today, let's now surrender.

-- Mohan

Sweet Rigel

2011-12-23T21:34:00.001+05:30

Whither will you take my vessel,

I wish to land on Rigel's shores.

And see her rise above the sun,

To the east where every dawn begun.

See her colorful tears and smile

Reassured of the early sky.

Blue and red and golden- glow

Her hair caught in the cosmic flow.

Darling of the sky you are,

Sweet are your shores i'm sure.

Before I close my eyes can I

Just to see you, look to the sky.

You haunt my sweetest dreams, Oh Rigel,

You are the prism to my unchanging dream.

Further than old Sirius you are,

But your colors, his light can never mar!

-- Mohan

Life exists

2011-12-21T11:51:00.003+05:30

Do I believeit when, I say,

I cansurmount all odds to define a way.

When thelight that shines is bright and gay,

Where thewind blows the sun away!

When theclouds that carry mist and foam,

Gather aroundmy meager home.

Covering itwith braces of gold,

In their darkclutches forever they will hold.

Tauntedbruised in a golden cage.

Spoon fedhunger of thoughts take rage.

And thegolden shackles of clouds break hold.

When I shoutaloud, life exists, behold!

And, now myway is defined I say.

The light ofsun will ever shine this way.

For foreverday and night,

This diseaseforever I will fight.

And with onefinal yell, I will fall,

Even, if myname is in a fameless hall.

Remember thewords if not me.

Far fromheaven or hell when I scream,

There isnothing more real than a dream.

-- Mohan

Accident

2011-12-20T13:35:00.001+05:30

One day, the rose spilled blood,
And the milk spilled water.
And the sun took a course,
Anon but well trodden.

Two boys growing old,
In the summer shine played catch.
They threw the ball into the air,
To let it not drop back.

The ball it rolled once dropped,
Into the gutter by the side of the street.
It rolled ever to surrender,
To gravity and to friction, unlike a parakeet.
The boys took chase, after the ball,
To catch him before he went underground.
For if he fell into the drain.
They would spoil their life to bring him to air.

But, the ball just rolled,
Over the small clefts, opened to let
The water in, on a rainy day.
But, today the wind blew, and the
Sun groaned, so there was nothing
Except the smell of fresh air.

The ball rolled over to
The side street, bouncing on a little
Piece of stone. The bounce ever getting
Bigger and bigger, till it bounced
Onto the road. And it joined
The neighbor's streets where no children played.
For, from dawn till dusk, here only
The vehicles of men ever strayed.

The kids were tireless, they chased the ball,
Into the street filled with noise,
One car dodged, so did another and
Another finally hit the ball.

The ball rolled towards the kids
Now deflected off from its sight.
The kid stood still, to
Hold the ball, unless it again
Got away from sight.

Some man driving a car seeing a map,
Crossed the road, seeing no evil deed.
But, he soon hit a kid, falling down
To his knees, in the middle of the street.

The man climbed down, and looked at the child,
It seemed horrific enough to forget.
Everyone cried, from men to women and dogs.
And the sight is still fresh in their minds.

And the kid was buried, under the stone walls,
Surmounting all kings of old.
The kid died with innocence unsurpassed by any,
But died with no cause of gold.

And the man who hit the kid,
Sees no map while driving today, as
He crosses the road, he hits
Another kid catching the same ball.
The people gather to see what happened,
And see the news, "A kid dies in an accident"
In his hands, in fonts of bold!

-- Mohan

Dramatic seduction

2011-12-12T10:00:00.001+05:30

To see that small seductive smile playing on your lips,
Like an angel carved you face me tonight.
And laugh scintillatingly and sparkle like a silver rose.
Oh dear, how I wish to die in your arms,
And live forever in your heart

-- Mohan

Maiden lust

2011-10-16T19:23:00.000+05:30

Look at me in the mirror,

Turn to me, stab me.

Crawl across my beauty.

My hair like golden swallows

Sing for you. Tickle

Your wildest fancies upon me.

Hold me coldly,

Cut my virginity.

Swallow me soul and whole.

Drink me and get drunk

Like never before.

-- Mohan C

Look at me and tell me that you love me

2011-07-13T00:30:00.001+05:30

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

If not for the sake of pleasure, then for pain.

If only for the sake of the truth

That lies covered beneath your thick black mane.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

Just for those days

When our hair will be covered in grey not black.

We can sit and read old books

Kept in the corner on a dusty rack.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

So that we each in our hands can hold our hearts.

And see the sun shining on the peak.

And before our end begins to start.

We would've found

What our young ones will be trying to seek.

-- Mohan

New born

2011-07-13T00:16:00.002+05:30

Closed eyes and tiny ears

Balled innocent fists.

No nails, no threat.

Bald from head to toe,

Years before the sins of hair.

Not blind, not dumb

But, no wish to see

Or to be heard.

Waiting for food: milk

Drink: water.

What lovely life?! No

teeth to line the smile. No

wish to see a smile!

No wonder, its a lovely life...

-- Mohan

Fear and anticipation

2011-03-25T13:09:00.003+05:30

Wait, you can take me with you
We can walk on the dew
Fallen on the grass floor
And make grains of sand dance
In the wind and watch them
Floating in the swirling dust
Rising through the air.

Caught between today and tomorrow
Neither happy nor drowned in sorrow
The day was filled full of delight.
Watching the hymns of time
Corrode the silence that the graves
Hold gravely in their womb.

Swiftly runs the rabbit through
The holes in which their young ones grew
And raised now from dust to grass
Nibbling its mouth on the unseen past
Passes the day with silent laughter
Lest, the wolves hear it laughing softer.

--Mohan

Bliss: An attempt to express, part two

2011-02-17T12:01:00.004+05:30

Nothing more did I want now,
Than the faint lightning in the cloud.
That signaled to the sky,
The clime was not sleeping around.
It brings more delight to my heart as I take this walk.
I see the rain now passing stranger lands in its path.

Darkness covers the dusk-bathed sky in seconds,
As the half-moon tries to fight
The clouds trying to tie it in chains.
And, now that the home is very near,
The day has decided I should no more
See the sky in clear.

As I now come to my house, un-tired and un-sorry,
I walk up to the roof, to sit and stare,
And look to the sky with no avail.

The moon is finally caught in the bowling ball of the clouds,
Striving to get out of the clutches on hold.
He seems now to be in more hurry than the sun,
To dip into the day, to meet someone.

And for one flirting moment the thought crosses my mind,
That the sun and moon are playing tag,
And the moon to this day has never failed to lag.

The looming stars now come slowly into focus,
And reminds me of the gods doing hocus-pocus!
Only the eagles fly above the sky here,
As they search for a mice running somewhere near.
The sounds not so distant of utensils and vessels,
The smell of air does here, remind you of fear.
That some uncouthly disease is looming near.

As the darkness deepens and the stars are brighter,
It is time now to slip into my room,
And pass the rest of the night, in the glowing light’s gloom.

So, obey I do, to this calling of the night.
To wake up again to the morrow morning bright.

Stop now I will, this writing of the ode,
And ask for one last time, the question I’ve asked before.
Tell me my friend, if not this,
Then what else is god’s abode?

--Mohan

Bliss: An attempt to express, Part one

2011-02-17T11:56:00.004+05:30

There is a rainbow to the east,
To the west is the sun.
There is a nightingale on an electric wire,
Sending shockwaves through my brain.
Over hanging clouds are bringing
Lighter and lighter rain.

There is a sparrow on a lone stone,
There is a duck in the lake,
Which is reflecting the sun,
As he dips into the clouds,
To hide from my stare.

I’m sitting on the pavement with
The lake spread out in my eyes.
What can be more awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

I can listen to the muteness,
Tu-hoo tu-hoo sings the bird.
Tri-ti-di-dri sings another,
Reminding me of sounds unheard.
Tin-in-tin-in is the noise which is
So much in tune. Me listening,
To every trouble, I’m now immune.

The waving clouds bring delight to a heart lost in thought.
The flowers enhance, the ducks warning cry,
As a stray dog chases it trying to catch it in vain.
What more is awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

A lone woman passes by, just another passer-by.
And the sounds of a rickshaw pulling nearby.
Gets dissolved in the lake, which has heard so much more
And is yet not saturated with the speeches unknown.
The grass growing wild, has bushes bloomed in gay,
So free the spirit of a thorn lost in hay!
The juggling bees make a sound,
As two nightingales, in playtime chase around.

The sun now beneath the western clouds waves goodbye.
Tell, what is more serene, than a friendly smile?

Not far away, a coconut orchard sways in sync with the wind,
The pond heron is crying, it is hurt it seems.
Nor can the lake heal, nor can I
I just watch the bush sparrows flying closer by.
The ground is another sea, for a small insect on jelly-stones.
The rock like an island meditating on its own.

For so long, lost in the sea, now I look up,
There is a moon in the air, and pink clouds too up there.
The darker clouds overhead are now in the east,
I wonder if it is raining, and another taking a walk like this.

Where the moon seems like a kite,
Tied to a long threaded cloud.
As the lights on the ground, come around.
They wake up to the nil sounds of an ode singing,
In the distance, as the sun is sinking.
The rays now look brighter than the morn,
When the sun in the east is actually born.

The sounds of the festivities of a near-by town,
Now engulfs the silent air, as a silent stranger walks alone.
Nature gives more life to things,
And brings more life on this planet trying to find,
A fiend, a friend, a feast or just some wine!
Nature it brings more to me,
Than all the past that has passed me by.

Tell me my friend what more can I wish,
Than this unworldly unusual feast?
Tell me what more is amazing than this,
Than to listen to the sounds of nature’s bliss?

--Mohan

Buried flower

2010-07-12T22:30:00.003+05:30

Through thicket and dust,
Hidden from the morning's view.
You sleep underneath the dead leaf's dew.
And wake not for an year or forever,
But you would have to- if the free wind blew.
And then you'll fly like a flower,
And flower you were in yonder days,
Those days are past, now you'll lay crumpled
Until the day when the storms hold sway.
With all the might that held you to ground,
Now blown away in the July monsoon.
Laugh you can't but fly with the air,
For the color in your arms have not yet drained,
You had kept it all to yourself when it rained.

-Mohan

Wild dreams

2010-01-29T19:52:00.004+05:30

Standing in the middle of
The road that divides wilderness
From necessity. With one foot
On each coast. Watching
The sky, deep purple and blue,
A dark tinge of green
In the horizon. The mountains
Balanced on the tip of a
Tuning fork, resonating the screams
Of a silent earth. On both sides
The thorns of Lantana growing in
Exuberance, languidly lashing
The tough skins so used to the forest.

In the sun, the paths to the river,
Covered with dried mud, the basement
Dry with months of meditation.
Crying for the loss that was a
Sea of green, the loss of faces that were
Innocent, wild, scared, timid.
Lucid pictures of perfect geometry
Carved on the rosy skin of
Rich brown earth.

Where are all these visions? all
I see is smoke rising from the
Foothills of a crowded park.
Where are all the hidden footprints?
All I see is tarmac turf and few
Drearily glittering jewels.
Where is the sun shining on the slopes
Of these ancient mounds of treasures abundant?

I wish for these dreams to vanish and
The clear blue water to wash over me in
A tide unstoppable. I wish for the light
Of the full moon to cleanse the mask
Of this blind, confused earth.
I wish to hear the sudden roar
Of the true king to wake the
Sleepless out of their dreams and
Make them cleanse their leavings.

I wish these dreams would come true!

--Mohan

Hills and mountains

2009-09-05T21:01:00.003+05:30

Grey mountains, catching the sky
With arms outstretched, spread out wide
Dripping water droplets down your weary backs
Grey mountains, who draw thee?

Grey mountains, warming your spine
In the beating sun, watching the sky.
Grey mountains, I wonder, 'who draw thee?'

Green hills, hunchbacked in the winter,
Shivering your grasslands on a windy day.
Watching young birds, learning to fly.
Green hills, how are thee?

Green hills, living in valleys
With not yet found animals, grazing your foothills.
Green hills, I wonder, 'who draw thee?'

--Mohan

No course

2009-08-31T00:11:00.004+05:30

A normal treat to a fearless child,
Is a forest of loneliness with no desire
Where silence reigns, in the wild,
And to brighten the night, there is no fire.

A forgotten story to a searching soul
Is like honey falling from a woman's neck
And wonder tales are a lonely lore
To a heartless hide, thickened by scales.

To eyes that see no fantasy,
Every thing seems real and tied,
For a mind that does like it pleases
Surreal is the only side.

Together with a calm demeanor
With the magic wand beside the bed.
Cast the spell on a lonely night,
To bar the windows to close all debts.

Walking away now, into the sunlight
Choosing ground far and wide.

Near is fear of getting lost
No course is no halt till death
Till every unsaid words take rest
Inside pages of voluminous texts.

And hope like shadow trails behind,
But unlike it, sheds light on the front side.

--Mohan

Wish to be a vagabond

2009-07-29T23:54:00.003+05:30

Of glorious nature,
Of the morning wind.
I wish I could sing,
More than any being.

But, is that power
Given to me,
Which to the poor
Comes inherently?

As a tramp I do
Wish to go away some day,
Like my heroes of odes
Sailed away on their better day.

With sun on my shoulders
And wind in my face.
I wish I could walk too
To that eternal place.

--Mohan

Nature's sway

2009-07-23T13:15:00.002+05:30

The cherries hanging in the wild,
Like an angry, thoughtful, carefree child.
Flow in bunches of red and green,
Like no other flower or fruit ever seen.

Glowing their shadows on the wet tarmac street
Oscillating, scintillating, in the autumn wind.
Giving sweet to every passer by,
Without hesitation and doubt, with no tired sigh.

Never tired with swaying from side to side,
Never showing it, but still biding their time
Waiting not, but enjoying the nature's ride.
Never expecting for their fragrance one single dime.

Teaching everyone around to be bright and gay,
As long as they are around, everything's the right way.
If life was given to actually be taken away,
Then is it not better to sing to nature's sway.

--Mohan

Heavenly blemish

2009-07-23T12:49:00.003+05:30

Heavenly blemish on this earthly stain,
Every tear drop felt like rain,
Sorrow it was, unbound by the drooping clouds
Marauding a new path, evading the crowds.

Feeling the pain to be of insecure leash,
It would run away surely, to become another's pastiche.

Then the happiness will come leaping out of the bushes,
As the new cloud regains color, quicker it rushes--
Into the sea, to gather more moisture,
It cannot eat much water, with an old man's denture.

Funny it seems to many who look aghast,
But the monsoon ended, not soon, but at last.

--Mohan

Queen of life

2009-07-12T10:17:00.002+05:30

To the beauty of thee, that
I know not come forth from where.
To that playful laughter I hear
From every bough, in everywhere.
Where are you hidden, oh queen of life?
Where have you kept your secrets untouched.

And like I lay dead, upon
The very land you have grown.
Where did I disappear when you
Took your last moments blink?

Oh beauty! Oh nature
You lay there unhindered
In your sleep, dreaming,
Brewing new quantities.

Ask for anything from I,
I will sacrifice.
To make new things happen,
In this opportune moment
I will never die.

Ask me for more if you want,
I will not deny.
Whatever be it that you ask.
I will give myself to you.
With misery or exhaustion,
I know, I can never sigh.
And with so much beauty around,
I am sure, I can never lie.

--Mohan

A falling feather

2009-06-19T23:08:00.002+05:30

In the burning sky, fearing
No rain or warmth. She flows
As the wind blows around her.
Within her she flies, higher
To meet the sky, but
The wind she needs, some air
To breathe and some gravity,
Sometimes to bring her down;
When there is no cool breeze
That washes out what she knows.

She falls down softly
Without knowing why or when.
Touching the ground mildly
Not bothering anyone around
Or anything. She just wants
To fly when she can.

And before she started to think
She had reached greater heights,
Before the first wind blew her face
She had felt the sunrise.
And now she lies under a folded book.
She knows not if she was caught for good.
But she wants to fly still if the
Book opens and the wind blows.

But if to lie still is her destiny,
She does that without regret.
And never she dies trying to find anything.
But, today opening the bind
She flies to fall down to the ground.
The wind is not that soft and
The rain is much harder, but she
Knows its just a passing monsoon.
Another day will come when the sun would
Dry her silky hair and provide warmth
For her tender body. So, she
Waits for a new day or a
New moon. When there will be clearer
Skies and she could again take off,
She knows that day will come soon.

--Mohan

Day under the new moon

2009-06-14T21:41:00.001+05:30

The new day begins
With a walk under the new moon.
No light burning in this
Hot liquid noon.

Only the rustling wind,
Hissing in your ears,
As of dusk she remembers,
As to the new day she surrenders.

The silver lining is
Lit up by stars this evening,
The new moon is only the beginning,
The new path lies under the sun,
There are many,
Which one will you take, honey?

--Mohan

Everyone as a whole

2009-06-11T23:31:00.002+05:30

That touch, that smell
Of sweet fragrant grass.
The aroma wafting through
My nostrils, never it will pass.

Just sitting on the ground
I am sure, I can enjoy my lifetime.
And somedays I wish, everyday
This would become my pastime.

The sun, the air and everything
Else surrounding me and my friends,
Could all melt away, but still be
Until we enjoy it and till all ends.

Its not just me who is
Asking for a better tomorrow,
Where peace can reign the lives of
The tortured, obliterating their sorrow.

I just hope we will all meet each other
Someday, to celebrate the love
In our heart and the peace in our souls.
I don't know who all that will be?
But, I hope it will be everyone as a whole.

-Mohan

New dawn

2009-05-26T00:16:00.002+05:30

Looks like a new dawn
Is beginning today,
The silver lining are
Touching each other
In unison, dancing to
The tune of the nightingale.

Far-off sirens of cement
Factories, disturb the dead,
Out of their slumber.

Exhausted with pain,
The morose morning,
Brings new delight to
The sailors face.

The break in the clouds,
Brings a wind that howls.
And the morning sun, slides
Away, with a snide look
On his face, cheating the
Earth of light.
He disappears, leaving
The world in darkness.
The dusk falls quicker than
Anticipated, as the new dawn
Ends with a new song
From the owls prey.

Casting a shadow of light
Darkness falls heavier tonight
And forgetting the fearful rain.
Sounding a heavenly noise
To no avail. You sing, "Decorate
This new day with less pain".

--Mohan

On a rainy summer night

2009-05-18T22:36:00.006+05:30

The corroding heat was burning
The heart to give more warmth.
But, the wind never blew to
Ignite the few fenders into fire.

The eyes could never see in the glare,
They could only stoop and stare,
But, all they could see were miraged
Oasis, in a developed desert, decorated
Not with trees but, with cement jeweleries.

The bricks only built a fireplace
On the planet, not a safe haven from
The heat, as planned. It seemed better to
Sleep under a maple tree or eat a
Tasty mango than drink evergreen tea.

Water was found somewhere beyond the sea,
But, could not drown the thirst as
It was inhabited by disease. Not by
Chance could anyone greet another.
Some were tired and some were weary
Of what others might carry.

The skies broke up, the clouds patched up
And the rain came pouring in. Into the sea,
Into the only place to be found with
Locks and keys, bolted shut by unseen
Thunderstorms and lightnings and breeze.

The summer was drenched, the winds
Were cleansed and the only window left
closed was opened narrowly. The mirages
Were washed away, the oasis flowed a river.
And the jeweled ornaments lost their
Luster. And the sun calmed down to
Let more people live.

--Mohan

Lifelets

2009-05-14T23:11:00.003+05:30

Obscured horizons, fading lightnings,

Neighbouring mountains, asphalt streets.

Still winds unknowingly flowing.

Chilled water bubbling for breath.

Hot summer, rainy nights.

Lonely rooms, mirrored skies.

Bright stars, cloudless mornings.

Moonlit skies before sunrise.

Cool sea breeze or salt sea water.

Hot tropics or the cold water falls.

Mist covered mountains or the burning desert.

Desolate caves or the sunday fair.

Clear blue skies, hanging cotton clouds.

Flowing cool winds, mist covered mountains.

Evergreen trees, chirruping birds,

Sunset to bed. Morning sunshine.

Smoke from a far off forest fire,

A flying jet is a meteorite.

A falling star is a flying comet.

An eagle is a glowing chariot.

And a white screen is unprismed light.

A black window is the passed away sunlight.

A street light is a glowing firefly.

A firefly is a burning seaweed.

The wind is gaseous water.

The water is matured wine.

Man is a accidental miracle,

And god is just a spectacle.

--Mohan

Like shifting sand dunes

2009-04-22T00:26:00.005+05:30

I love to look at the sky,
And see the flow mirrored in my eye.
Every ray of light filtering through,
Endless thoughts, like clouds hanging
Around the mist that the winds blew,
They circle around, ever lasting.

Like on a summer's rainy day,
The clouds they tried to find a way.
To bring their joyous notes of rhyme,
The water dancing to the rain, in tune
Trying to put every step in time,
Before their actions become immune.

And before long the heat vacates,
Giving the illusion, the sun dissipates.
And I bring the clouds back together,
To shun the light that the day threw
But so wrong I was, and I did not bother
To know; Without the sun, no plant ever grew.

The clouds dissolved on their own,
To give new light, to shine on the unknown.
And ever so happy the world looked,
As two nightingales in unison sang.
To their voice, I listened hooked.
Till from afar I heard a bowstring twang.

And dead lay the two nightingales,
In the dark, their faces didn't look pale.
Died my heart, with their poignant tune
And before I could take the next gasp,
Our life's like a shifting sand dune.
I wondered, this truth will I ever grasp?

--Mohan

Breaking the bounds of ecstasy

2009-04-17T23:10:00.003+05:30

Every breath,
Every sound,
Everything that resonates
My senses and brings them loud.

Every rustle
Every breeze,
Every feel that elates me
To the boundless reality.

Every thing that makes me real,
Every thing that makes me feel.
Every wonder that makes me kneel,
To its unreal countenance in ethereal.

Too joyful to counter sorrow,
Too light to feel the weight,
Too straight to bend in doubt,
In a hurry to stop and wait!

What feeling of energy,
Flowing in my lethargy.
Bring me a glass of water,
If its death that's around,
Who cares, I will die with laughter.

--Mohan

My girl, time!

2009-04-16T20:36:00.002+05:30

Many different paths, cut
Through by this endless river.
She flows calmly like a
Leisurely serpent regretting her fears.

She touches the cold shining
Edges of pride and honour.
She brings peace to the
Planets revolving set to
Revolt with disorder.

How, I would love to walk with her
To my wit's end.
My hassled brain seems too slow
To comprehend, how easy it would be
If to her I surrender.

Take me to you,
For you live within yourself,
And if I am with you I would
Truly be a part of me.
Take me to you, I'll ask you,
I will not beg, for nothing
I've to hide from you.
No pity you have to show me.
Take me to you, and my wish
Will be done.

--Mohan

Remembered

2009-04-10T23:11:00.000+05:30

The words are forged in grains of sand,
And are erased by that next rolling wave.
Forgotten past, of unsung tyrrants,
And heroes who, with glory, sleep in grave.

And maestros of music, masters of words
Rhythmed the words to suit the sun,
They sung of those gods who sleep beneath
Where, no one can find them, but none.

And all those martyrs, madmen and sailors
Who travelled and trudged, to find a port.
Where they felt they could rest unhindered
Forever they thought they would find god's fort.

Of all those men and women and children
Who left no mark, but a footprint unseen.
They are remembered here, in this song,
I promise I'll go wherever they had been.

--Mohan

It will all end

2009-04-09T21:01:00.001+05:30

Have you ever wondered,
At the blue ocean sky?
Stretching far, never ending,
Circling back to where you stand,
And as you stand there,
Suffocating on its breath.
You will know, that
It will all end.

When the waves cease
To lap the damp ocean floor.
And the mirrored music of
The sun brings you home.
When every breath you take
Is made inside a granite floor,
One thought crosses your mind and
You will know, it will all end.

--Mohan

Cold summer shine

2009-04-08T23:38:00.002+05:30

And the cold summer shine,

Brings the monument of time.
And I see your funny face,
Reliving the moments.

With the boy from somewhere else,
Have a cup of tea with the elves,
Take me home in this fancy night,
Where the sun turned off the light.

The windows are growling in the dark,
No one to care, no crook on the doors,
The breeze is taking leave, out of sight,
Bring me some of the heaven's might.

No pleasure in your sorrow, I can see.
Turn off your mindless misery.
Take me to the unknown destiny,
Where we can fight over eternity.

Just laughing, in this cold summer shine,
Listening to voices in fat disguise,
Run to the hills so far away,
Become a part of this burning day.

--Mohan

Have you dreamed yet today?

2009-04-06T22:18:00.004+05:30

Have you dreamed yet today,
Of the mirrors on the sidewalk
Reflecting the same old path?
Have you dreamed yet today,
Of the splinters of glass
Shaping the earth in a ball?

No, not yet has time come to last
Longer than a day, that you may!
Isn't it enough to join in and laugh
When you know, there is no
Getting out of today?

Have you dreamed yet today,
Again I ask, of people screaming
Your name to keep silent?
Have you dreamed yet today,
Of the lake by the river, where you
Could embellish your voice without fear?

No, not yet is it time to run
Away from the cold evening's might.
Isn't it enough if you can breathe
A whiff of freedom, drenched
In the morning sunlight.

Have you dreamed yet today?
Of no day past yesterday,
Of no evening's but only day,
Of every path drowned in bushes
Cleared to give you a way.
Have you dreamed yet today?

--Mohan

Washed away in the silvery tide

2009-04-01T22:54:00.001+05:30

Blue skies, water spread out wide.
Sands, a mire in the coastline.
Nearer and nearer to the tress
Uncommon shades in a seeming desert.

Scorching in the suns heat
On a summer afternoon.

A music to turn the head in circles,
And air to dig you inside out.
To drink the clear blue-white surf,
And some water to burn the throat.

Walk away far from the world,
Leave the memories behind
With happy friends laughing at
Everything around, not with mockery.
But with mild apprehension of
The contradictions in the comprehension.

Another force pulls you around to
Come back to this world teeming with life.
You surrender your body, but
Your mind survives, where the memories
Died, making present the future of life.

Nothing to surround but the
Surf and the wind covering your face.
The body is naked, it is
Being washed away in the silvery tide.
The face lost in the
Blanket of clear invisible wind.

And then when you walk back
Smiling back to your friends.
You know your mockery
Is done to death,
When the new life lights up with shadows
You know you were awake when you slept.

New things unfolding

2009-02-04T00:26:00.006+05:30

Look, new things are unfolding,
As the past jerks off

On the present. New things
Unroll in this magical play.

No misery, no more pain,
Nothing to hold on, driven
Out of the nautical lane.

Lost, between the red
Tropical trees, the eyebrows
Furrowed in the dead dark.

Look, new things are unfolding
In the dark.

--Mohan

Journey

2009-01-31T00:26:00.001+05:30

The tires were squeaking
And scuttling on millions
Of flying stones.

Flying past the window
Was a moor adorned
In favoured jewels.

All across it lay,
Golden sands, crowned
With the purple lands
Of the monster man.

We see today it'll pass.
The black window closes.
The moon must be tinted,
Not just sun.

--Mohan

Diary

2009-01-18T00:16:00.007+05:30

I have never written much diary before, I get a diary every year, sometimes more than one. I write it for a couple of days, and forget all about it. But, you know, I seriously think everyone should write their thoughts. Not, because they are important or anything, because, time and thought only come once.
We change, it is a constant. Nobody can change that!
Every moment is cherishable, because it is unique.

I guess diaries are meant to be more personal. But, since I have bored you with my previous paragraph, I'm gonna post my entry of 15th January 2009. I got the diary on 14th January.

Anyway, now to the main part of my post.

January 15th 2009.

The diary looks forbidden.
Why?
The life is not worth recording, unless it is worth it

What makes life worth it?
It gives answers.
What gives answers?,
Questions.
But they question?
And they answer!

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Tomorrow you must be ready.
It's a big day.
Day after you may die.

That's the end of the diary, I am not going to post, any more diary things here. But, I just now re-read while writing today's diary. And felt it was a "thought, undeniable!" So, I put it here. Anyway, it's not much of a diary, but, it is just me. Trying to be me, once in my life expressing myself on an unusual mass of paper!

--Mohan.

"What?" "Shut up!"

2009-01-16T00:24:00.004+05:30

The great ones are
whispering in my ear,

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

"Go, find it. No, stay awhile,
no, alive. Wait, the night
wants to sing to you. No,
go, the dawn welcomes you."

The man over the hill
Has enormous power.
He can smoulder mountains
And bring calm and peace.

In peices we sleep,
Dreams make sense in other dreams.

"Stop!"

"What, what did I do?"

"Shut up!"

"Why, what happened to you?"

"Sit, sing, work,
dance, laugh, cry, clap!"

"No, no, I can't. I
want to live."

"Shut up!"

Silence encumbers the
purple night.

"Where have you been?"

"To the planet of the thorns."

"Tell the truth."

"What's a truth?"

Smack, the cheeks turn blue,
the lips are engorged.

The believer only sees what he wants to believe in

"No, no. You are wrong,
believe what you see."

"No, I will believe what
I want to."

The head smashes against
a rock. The rock crumbles.
A light shines in the
Bloody scar. Soaring with
Pain and encompassed
in loss of glory and self.

"You wil die!"

"But, the rock crumbled?"

"What are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Shut up!"

Mistakes pile upon success.
Success is one step behind life.
Death is a step ahead.

----The eternal dreamer, no sorrow shall wither my glory, no happiness shall surrender to my will. I will. And everyone shall be.

In the silent hallway

2009-01-14T22:37:00.003+05:30

In the silent hallway,
There sleeps this man.
With no fear of dark
To bring light here,
Is a stringent ban.

But the light inside him
He is unable to recognize.
The power he holds
Is beyond shape and size.

The path he has taken
Is the one taken by all.
There’s no way to get lost
The road is same to all.

Half way to home
He wants to turn around.
Swimming against the tide
He wants to make one sound.

A yell for all to wake up.
From the deep slumber
Of no dreams; wake up
My loved ones, he cries
And the light in him he has realized.

--Mohan

A caterpillar's dream

2009-01-13T16:02:00.002+05:30

At a fair, that I had been to,
Bathing in the sun there sat a
Caterpillar that must have fallen
Down from a leaf, it was
Eating the same leaf as if a
Feast could not make it sleep.

Gnawing with no teeth at stones
Hungry still from the last minute meal.
In the eyes that were as blue as sea, still
Jarring open into a butterfly.

Kindling a fire in its heart
Loafing in its own desolate ring,
Munching at a leaf it caught from
Nowhere, not where it knew, may be from
Other side of the moon. At the
Parking lot there came a boy, a very
Quiet part of his life, laid down to
Raise that caterpillar from the
Stone on which it had stood, for all
Time it ever knew, in rain with no
Umbrella, because of one thing that it
Verily knew, that what may happen, it
Would never be a butterfly.

eXactly when it could not tell
Yachting in the sun it felt
Zero chance it ever had, to not be a butterfly.

--Mohan

Along the human highway

2009-01-13T15:57:00.002+05:30

The beauty is staring at me
Across the human highway,
The kids are begging for
One metal chip.

Money, money I don’t
Have any. They move on to the
Next piece of bone. Money
Money, no one has any!

--Mohan

The altar of glory

2009-01-12T22:26:00.003+05:30

On the altar of glory,

The sacrificial lamb is
Brought to death, by the
Weapon of disguise. Every
Mute voice makes raucous,
Ravenous voices of jittery
And joy. The sun only smiles
As people run behind it, like
Hungry vultures. On the
Ground there is much
To be surprised at. But,
The shadows that grow
Defile it in their oily glory.

Just for a while though,
Not for long they stay, they
Slip and fall, trudge themselves
Around on the fuelled floor.
The world watches and
Laughs at the sacrificial lamb.
It is brought to death
On the altar of glory.

--Mohan

Do I believe in love

2009-01-08T23:05:00.001+05:30

Do I believe in love today?
When no word you say is a song
To my yearning ears, to my soul
Captured in this happy tears.

Do I believe in love today?
When all you say, is a
Shrug and a smile, when by seeing
You my heart goes into exile.

Do I believe in love today?
When my words don’t
Make sense to me, but just
Saying them would set me free.

Do I believe in love today?
When all I see in my eyes
Is me and you, with you around
My world is exciting and new.

Do I believe in love, you say
After all the words I have put forth
Why not I say with a grace,
If everything I have said is the truth.

--Mohan

Life seduction

2008-12-30T19:08:00.006+05:30

Will you sleep with me?
We can have a good time.
It’s not like we were born
This way, we only came together now.
Don’t you think I love you?
Do you not believe me?
This is the first time I’ve ever said it
To someone else before!
I love you, I love you!
You are my life, and so I love you.

What more reason do I need?
And what reason can I give, if I
Had to hate you? Yes, how many times should
I say it. Please don’t leave me; I have
Still a lot in you I have to explore
And enjoy, don’t you understand?
You don’t? Neither, do I! But, still
I cannot leave you, but you me?
I can only beg you to stay with me!
One more night so that
We can enjoy it together.

Life, Don’t leave me!
We can have a good time!

--Mohan

The castle on the ship

2008-12-28T12:43:00.003+05:30

The castle on the ship
For ever and ever it floated
Past me, into reality.
I chased it splashing my
Arms and legs in an attempt
To swim on sand.

The ship stopped, watching
My frail attempts go in vain.

I was let in, the walls were
Built in wood and stone!
The party inside was grim,
But, there was a lot of rum,
And every cup was filled
To the brim, I took one
Unsure of the quality.
But, once drunk a manlike me
Would slip into insanity.

Then I heard a cheer in the
Grim crowd, the people were
Not silent after all, they were
Dancing with unseen steps.
And speaking language
Unheard by human ears.

The castle on the ship
Began to move,
The sand waves gave way
And there was a crowd in the crew!

There was a lurch, and
My focus came back to life.
The crowd became silent
So, I took another cup of rum.
Now everything looked happy,
As it had previously done.

--Mohan

Never losing color

2008-12-24T23:08:00.003+05:30

To the east and the west
I look out with unrest.
Flooding my senses, cutting
Through my veins, blood seeping,
Leaking, into the eddying
Currents of time.

Mixing with water, losing
Its color, losing its taste,
Smell, texture everything's been erased.

One drop lost, another falls
My final chance to find the walls.
But, now it falls
Drop by drop, without losing color
In desperation it calls,
For recognition, response.
For it falls into the dry
Land of my palms.

--Mohan

Mother

2008-12-23T22:14:00.003+05:30

I was a spark in your womb,
You fed the fire and
Brought me home.

I knew your only wish
Was for me to shine.
But, did you know my wish
Was to always have you for mine.

But now, if you come back
I'm ready to fulfill all your requests
You order! Now. I'm willing to
Carry out, for you, any quests.

But, did I not deserve to
Keep you for long.
Or was it you, were you eager to
Leave me all alone?

Mother, in this glaring
Life I'm being brought up
In the shadows of greater selves.
I thought your wish was for
Me to stand up by myself.

Can I see you again?
If I cry for eternity cornered in
A dark place, with the only wish
To have you again. Or should I
Come to you, can you be my
Mother there and again?
Now, that my life's only
Wish is to be with you again.

For all those years, you
Raised me in your cradle.
For all those years I didn't see you,
When you were right here
In front of me.
But, now when my only
Wish is to see you.
I cannot, the power is
Not given to me!

--Mohan

Deeds undone

2008-12-23T21:33:00.003+05:30

Of all the things that I love and care,
There are few things of which I'm sure.
Of all the things to question, I dare,
The answers remain always obscure.

But, no matter how hard I try,
The answers that come are incomplete.
Like what is the use to laugh and cry?
Next minute, everything becomes obsolete.

Then is it hard to keep a straight face,
When dangers and fears lurk ahead.
In a crevice hidden in this dreary place,
Where, all spoken words go unsaid.

Then, where is the faith in our heart and souls,
Where is the light when in need?
When our past is filled in a bowl,
Complete with every desire and greedy deed.

But, fear not says a voice,
For all you have, is all you have done.
In this life there is time to rejoice,
Because the past can never be undone!

--Mohan

Let's study

2008-12-22T23:48:00.005+05:30

The days of torment

They will never be over.
For a few days or months,
Your subjects are your lover.

If you can't love them,
Then you won't get girls.
Unless you can rock or rap
Or have a pocket that burls.

But, for now concentrate,
For all that you have is a few
Limited days, in which you can
Graduate, before you grow old
And start counting off the dates.

Studies are more important,
Dreams come and go.
Once you fail in an exam,
There is nowhere to go.

You'll have to sweep a government
Floor or a mad man's rich hole.
But if you study and do well,
You will be a model of a role!

So, let's all get together,
And together we will study.
If we don't pass who cares.
We will pass by giving
The college some money!

---Mohan

P.S. This is the first time I've tried to be realist. It didn't work so well. Lets be romantics and enjoy the flavor of life!

Nature's symphony

2008-12-20T22:20:00.006+05:30

The mist in the valley rises
Revealing me the world in a trance.
Of nature there is naught to say,
It is majesty in her proudest stance.

The queen of nature rules,
The king of the lost kindred!
As the beauty materializes in front
Of my dreamy eyes, haunting itself with
Images of mountains and Valleys, drowned in silence.

And now as the sweet
Symphony, canorously
Enters my materialistic ears.
Reverberating in the
Silence of forgotten years.

I understand,
The heaven is here on earth.
If we look close, the earth is
A sky full of stars, with beauty enclosed.

My hands flow like a river,
With some inherent energy pulling
The strings of my flowing quill.

I'm not bragging about the quality
Of my written words, I'm just admiring the
Power of beauty that holds me and takes me
Far from these pieces of earth.

Into the infinite
Space holding all things as one.
Of the many things that grow in time,
The part called me; it's no one, it's none.

---Mohan

Are they worth it

2008-11-28T20:27:00.009+05:30

At times we cry with
Fear and exasperation
For the unjust laws pervading in
A sleepy system, where the
Men and women who govern us
Are men of greed and silent
Plotters of self glory.

The masses lay forgotten,
And their shouts of
Anger can reach only their ears.
But, when the time comes for the
Mass to stand up, it
Becomes disbanded, with fear
Of subjugation, with
The fear of loss of
Life, money or humility.

So, is the system worth all
The praise they say they deserve for
The glorious past they have come across,
And the glorious future they
Promise us? with yawing minds
Looking at them with festive eyes,
Worshiping them with our
Every heart and desire, that
The person on the dais is a
Savior of the poor, the
Answer for all our prayers.
The man who will leave the dark
Times to go chase themselves
Into the Depths of the ocean.

Is he really that?
I question with the mild mockery
And with the playful note
Unlike the serious deep
Voice of the orator resounding
From the metallic monsters
Which make the tiniest sound
Of sweat audible.
Are they worth it? I wonder.

Miracle of life

2008-11-25T19:43:00.002+05:30

I wonder, when this miracle of life,
Will take me into her soft tender hands.
Away from the cold dread,
Away into her warm, willful hands.

I wonder, will I be awake by then;
Will I be alive again.
Omitting my sorrows,
Shadows of my past.
As long as I'm alive they will last.

So, when will I be freed-
From this platform
Of dramas unlimited.
All these audience, clap
From afar, seated. On
The bones of their elders;
Drinking beads of their sweat.
Happy with their incomplete life.

Will it be complete, when it all ends?
Will we be freed from being,
Unwilling puppets, in this
Play of blood and bones.
By this one uneventful,
Miracle of life.

--Mohan

Blinding light

2008-11-23T00:00:00.004+05:30

I took to the roads today,
After the sun had drowned
Into the unseen sea of the sky.
The alleyway was dark and misty,
It was stinky, stingy, raking fear.
But beneath the hood, I understood
Nothing there was to be afraid of.
Except for the yellow lights shining,
On the darkest of the paths.

I took this path only to see the stars
At night, but never I imagined
There would be none tonight.

The more I walked into the blinding
Path, more I felt my excitement
Ebbing away, in to the cold dread
Of the evening, into the smog in the
Surrounding. I turned up to look at the stars,
I felt they had better things to offer.
But, I did not foresee I could see
Not one tonight, with the blinding lights
Lining the path, the light of the stars
Were made a mystery to bewildered eyes.

Searching for faith in the depths of
The ethereal, looking for hope into
The corners of the universe, hope
That some star would shine its light
Upon the lonely traveler. But all
I saw were these yellow lights, hung
To poles of cold denial. Poles to which
The freedom of the free mind are
Tied, held captive, thwarted, subdued.

But, elation swept my mind, when
I see the dark patch, from where
I could look at the stars in peace.
But, as I approach it, I see
It was just a shadow, beside it is
The light, it was sniggering,
Pointing at me. And spoke to me in
Its cold deadly whisper-
"Where you going, you fool?
You just follow me."

--Mohan

Stars at night

2008-11-17T23:58:00.000+05:30

For once, I live in the night;
Drunken lords defending their might.
Every point they seem to make,
They say is right. But for me,
Un-drunken and un-willful-
Of their presence, gazing in to the depths
Of the sky, at the minuscule stars-
Singing their monotonous pulse, again
And again, singing with the same voice,
Sounds different every time I hear;
For different is every line, with the
Same rhythm and beat, but with
That lifeful rhythm of a heart beat.

In the night only, they will shine.
In the night only, they will sing.
Their harmonious tone uniting,
Every single thing.
In the night only, can I gaze
At them and wonder, and hear-
Their joyful notes of romance, and
Forget all about, the willful sorrow
Of the drunken people.

--Mohan

The evening sun

2008-11-16T22:56:00.000+05:30

The sun shines like a king in the sky,
His chariot is made of gold.
He rides along to give way to the moon,
Who rides with a silver crown!

The trees are lolling from side to side,
To the lullaby sung by the wind.
The gentle breeze is flowing serenely,
The flowers breath in and out in sleep.

The ripples on the water are restless with waiting,
They are waiting for a fish to pop out.
They are disturbed by a petal falling into the water,
The petal is happy with the gentle smooch.

The mountains across frown and smile,
Casting a shadow of doubt.
Nobody can test their authenticity of emotion,
As they are born and made of stone.

The mighty creator, the mighty smite-r!
Make up your mind to believe.
The creation of the creator is at stake,
Once wounded it is hard to relieve.

--Mohan

Choices

2008-11-16T22:44:00.000+05:30

Lost mostly in a desert,
Sometimes in a forest
Of endless opportunities.

Stuck between choices,
On what to choose,
Or what not to, choosing
With unknown reasons, paths
That can hardly be taken.

Going everywhere, somewhere
Somehow, making a try, having
Hope, that any choice, will
Lead to the greatness of mind.
Any path will lead to the
Freedom of the wilder-land.

--Mohan

The doves sacrifice

2008-11-11T01:03:00.000+05:30

The lake, perched upon

The landscape, black

Dotting ducks flying

With wings of fire.

Freedom expressed, in the

Language of nature.

Men and women walking

Hand in hand in blissful romance.

Far from the world,

Far from the lake where

The weeds of greed are

Growing forever uncared.

The water is black

Here in the dark.

It flows, slowly, heavily

Creeping into the silvery lake.

Not, long from now

Till all is erased.

Men and women no more

Walk hand in hand.

But, the ducks still fly

With wings, touching the sky.

But, the doves have fallen

Black they have been dyed.

Falling into a deep valley

Of tumultuous pain and loss,

Of the reality of subjugation

Conformed, polished in to floss.

Incredible strength though

They have in their souls.

But uncontrolled, terrified
They all wait as future unrolls.

Now, in the valley

Green grows the plants.

The death of the dove,

Has brought back the romance.

The dove fell to feed

A lost, hidden seed.

The plant now has grown

Towering above the ground.

Bears fruit and dies.

But of the doves sacrifice,

Mere words can never suffice.

---Mohan

I'm alive!

2008-11-04T00:57:00.000+05:30

The clocks ticks along.
One moment of my life is gone,
Tomorrow will I be awake, when
Tomorrow there is only sundown.

Bemused by the possibilities
Of the un-foretold, unseen
Chances of a glorious sunrise,
Marred by a murky evening.

I wake up to see that
The sun is asleep;
Pondering and wondering on
What to do when everything's night.
I settle upon the fact, that
I'm the sun, I'm the light.

Now, the clock starts
To tick the chimes of good will.
As bright shines the light,
On every door and window-sill.

Today I've woken up
Into the dreams of reality.
Away from being conformed.
Away from the delusional superiority.

Now, I've found the answer
To all my dreams, the
Words I hear are clear in my
Dreams incoherent screams.

They were all telling me one thing.
They were all trying to wake me up.
Now, they breathe a sigh of relief
When I say I'm awake, I'm up.
I'm alive.

---Mohan

A blind man Walking

2008-11-02T23:07:00.000+05:30

I see a blind man walking,
He is gliding across the street,
He is seeing things without light,
As he touches and he feels.

But I see no helping hand,
Nor does mine offer help.
I wonder why that is so,
Is my heart just like everyone else's.

Then I walk with closed eyes,
To feel the darkness with blind eyes.
I feel blessed now, I've no fear,
Of what may lurk, in the
Deepest waters and the coldest ice.

But the light is gone,
The hope diminished,
Of every impossible thing
That can be achieved.
With no eyes there are no lights,
And in the darkness, with no help,
Will we all perish?

So, I take a step forward,
Slow but sure I walk to the man,
He is still groping for a way;
No, not for a helping hand.

I take up his hand,
I see fear in the face, not in the eyes,
I take a step forward,
He follows with no clue.
Then I see a smile on his face,
As he finds out the touch is true.

The man thanks me,
He says he cannot be more pleased
To know, there are people still to trust,
And now, in life he says, he'll believe.

---Mohan

Freedom, freedom!!!

2008-11-01T22:12:00.000+05:30

Freedom, freedom!
Screams the unborn child;
The pain, the loss,
Even it can feel inside.

Its nostrils flare in anger
Eyes opened out wide.
But the arms move around little,
It legs are not yet untied.

The hair on its back
Stand up inside the sack!
Holding it, enclosing it;
Inside, the whole world it can see-
Freedom, freedom unheard it screams.

How it got in there
No one can find.
But, one thing is sure,
It doesn't want to stay inside.

Bursts out of the cocoon,
Spraying joy on all sides.
Peeking one eye on to the world
Freedom, freedom it screams outside.

---Mohan

Cradled innocence

2008-11-01T10:12:00.000+05:30

That elegant beauty,
Those flashing eyes,
That shocking serenity,
On those intricate lines.
All through laughing, feeling the innocence
Of the innocence lying beside her.
Waiting for an arrival,
Lurking behind the curtains of time.

Past, oh, its been alright,
Present, it is just fine;
And future, hopes and dreams.

Who can understand what is
Passing in that invisible mind.
Treachery? fat chance, what then?
Fear or happiness or
Suspense- What if it happened that way?
No, god has always favored us;
Would he do that, again?

And then cradling that innocent
Little face lying beside her open- mouthed.
Then a smile of reassurance, always.

And then again that elegant face,
Those flashing eyes, that shocking serenity.
And always with the mixture
Of feelings, in that radiating face;
Always and forever after
A reassuring smile.

---Mohan

Pondering the past

2008-11-01T01:28:00.000+05:30

Pondering the past, lost
In this sea of desert,
Of this man blindly
Wondering, wandering in this
Journey of endless nights.

Thinking to move in
One path filled with lights.
And the joy of sleepless nights.

Finding the heart in the
Heartless mind, of the unconquered,
Untouched surface of blood.
And muscles tarnished by
Years of lust. Of skin tanned,
Burnt with desire of the
Unquestionable, invincible quest
To live forever and forever
Pondering the past.

---Mohan

An angel by the shore

2008-11-01T01:02:00.000+05:30

Her shadow falls on the
Gentle waves lapping the shore.
The lake is covered in mist,
The moonlight shines on her face;
On the beauty unsure.

Her skin is white, with
A pinkish tinge, bright
With blackness unseen, she
Breathes in and out in peace.

Her breasts are moving
Up and down rhythmically,
In a sensuous dance of romance.
The fire in her heart is bursting
Flames searching for wood to burn.

Her lips are gently parted,
To the chill of the wind.
As if she was kissing nervously-
The breeze, tasting thrill.

The wind blows caressingly,
To blow the hair off her face.
But, one or two strands stick
Around, leaving a seductive trace.

She walks on the shore,
Like walking on rose petals,
Gently stepping, so that
Even the sharpest thorns
-cannot find her sole.

When she walks, she dances,
When she twirls around.
She is an angel, her arms
Outstretched taking flight
Into the land of the eternal
Love; of romantic bliss.

Her trail leaves a golden trace,
In my mind still in a trance.
As I walk away from the shore,
It is an angel I have seen,
Now, I am sure.

---Mohan

A friend

2008-11-01T00:08:00.001+05:30

In twists and turns, I'm lost
Alone and broke in biting frost.
A man walks up and says-
This is the way.
I trust him because,
I've nothing else to say.

I won't lead you- he says
And takes my hand.
I will walk with you,
Till the very last bend.
I consent and we walk, hand in hand.
Now, everything I look seems so grand.

With blind eyes now,
I can see the light.
One hand in another
Brought back my sight.
I can see the sun now in the night,
Every path I take now is right.

After the last curve,
I emerge out glowing.
The place is full of people,
And a pleasant wind blowing.
I feel for a familiar hand,
But I only feel air.
Where is my friend?
Oh, he is there!

Behind all the crowd,
He stands, waving.
I wave back to tell him,
I want to thank him.
He bows and departs,
Leaving a memory behind.
Even to this day by which,
I cherish and remember him.

---Mohan

Distinctly together

2008-10-31T23:26:00.002+05:30

In this day of nights,

I look out of the window.

In the shadow of the light,

I feel the wind blow.

I take a look around,

To see if anyone's around.

Now, I know its time-

For me to come unbound.

Into the light, out of the shadow

Opening the doors of heaven,

With the keys stolen from the almighty,

After I'm gone to find a haven,

I can be in peace, for anyone to see.

For that to happen someday,

I'm waiting in the darkness;

To emerge out glowing

With tons and tons of greatness.

So great that none can shun my light

As I walk into the night,

Holding the light above my head,

For anyone to see, that

I've got nothing to hide

From anybody, not anymore;

For there is no me, it was always us.

And always thus will be.

---Mohan